Night to remember

He made me many promises

some he tries to keep

memories of the good old days,

soothe me when I weep.

 

I promised him a thing in return,

never a drink my throat would burn.

And if must it will only be,

in his presence and from his urn.

 

A new year ball we attended

Like strangers there we pretended

but when a guy asked for a dance,

“She’s taken” he said, with a stern glance.

 

I blushed a deep shade of red,

to the dance floor, the way he led.

“me & mine” he often said,

“until I’m buried with the dead”.

 

We swayed and sang with the crowd

under the stars and the clouds.

Arm in arm, to the beat,

soon we were dead on our feet.

 

A joyful ride back to the den,

it’s been 3 years since then.

He still looks at me with wonder,

our love has only grown in thunder.

 

Today as I say goodnight,

all I pray for is his light.

May it shine strong and bright,

chase the demons of my night.

May he shine upon my face,

full of health , joy and grace.

If from him, I must ever part

beyond a day may it not last.

©krisheaven

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Up in the Air

I’m in the middle of a bustling city. No I’m not! I’m on an airplane; 20,000 feet above sea level, headed for the Indian subcontinent. There are people all around me. The plane’s almost fully stacked. Some people reading newspapers, some chatting with their co-passengers, some catching up on some sleep and some simply lost in thought or planning their trip, I guess.

If you get over your childhood fantasy of air flights, it’s just torture. Being confined to a seat for a couple of hours is not fun; especially with the roaring sound of the engines.

As I look out the window, I see a sea of white clouds. I wonder what lies below them. I feel the irony. I’m usually curious to know what the sky hides in the clouds. It feels the same way when I’m above them. Oh well, that’s that.

The plane jolts heavily, kids make more noise. It feels like the flight is determined to give us a feel of what’s coming- the roads of India. We shake some more! The pilot tells us we’re experiencing turbulent weather. “What about India isn’t turbulent? “ I think to myself. There’s a kid of about 4, running in the aisle.

Below the sea of clouds, lie numerous cities each with thousands of people. Looking down at the occasional sighting of land, as we fly, I see a green expanse. It’s difficult to make out anything except plots of land that look like well-cut pieces of green cake. A strange thought follows.

Below on those pieces of land, live thousands of people. Each of them, have their own problems, pains, desires, hopes, dreams and expectations. It’s a very humbling feeling. It reminds us, of how silly we are to constantly think of ourselves and our miserably tiny lives.

Photo Courtesy: retechreubber.com.au

© Krisheaven