Monday, July 26, 2010

Blunder

Took the long walk along that winding road

To ease the troubled mind so harrowed

We have all made those mistakes or two

For which we beat ourselves black and blue

I tell myself that I will fight back the tears

And stay clear from trouble and face my fears

Sometimes things are easier said than done

But I am no example to be that beacon

Sitting on the cold steely bench I stare

My gaze slowly falls on the child with long hair

She runs, falls, brushes her dress without a care

And I slap my forehead and felt really dumb

She just demonstrated the solution to my problem


© Sunil Kurian 2010

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Mental Fog

Sometimes it seems like we keep fighting against the darkness that surrounds us. It engulfs us with such surety that it defies reason. But once we do accept that darkness is the norm, then suddenly we see the light even in the darkness. We live in the dark and we lose our eyes like it is a vestigial organ. Loss is only one side of the coin. Who says humans can't regenerate body parts.So many times we get hurt in this battle and what hurts the most is getting your heart torn out, but the same urge to lose life and limb urges us to grow back that torn heart ad carry on like nothing ever happened. We are creatures of our own afflictions and victims to it too.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Destiny

She sat across the café looking straight at me
Looking so familiar like that long lost friend
Never did I imagine that she held the key
To this lonely heart I never tried to mend

Soon we sat together and talked for hours
She liked her coffee strong and I liked mine mild
Not one conversation that really went sour
And I realized that sometimes she was a real child

Our lives and our hearts became intertwined
But subconsciously we knew this could never last
The minute reality hit it truly well defined
That the lives that we lead were in real contrast

She picked up her purse and said goodbye
And ran out the door leaving me like old
I looked up to heavenwards and asked “why”
Staring sadly at the coffee that had become cold

© Sunil Kurian 2010