Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Musings ...

Last night the rain came. 
Tip tapping. 
All it wanted was to whisper a song into my ears.
 All it wanted was to die in my arms, singing. 

... and I was busy reaching out for my umbrella, 
adjusting my window panes, 
securing the bolts!


If only I could come out of life alive
I would have brewed it one more time 
like my strong black coffee
slightly bitter, as fate,
a little grey, as those discarded days.
But this time I would have remembered
to put a dash of sugar,
this time I would have learnt
 to sip it at leisure.
If only …….