arithmetrix

if i count to ten, will you do it again?
if i count to five, will i still feel alive?
if i count to four, i wont take anymore
if i count to three, what will become of me?
if i count to two, can i still count on you?
if i count to nine, will you be fine?
if i count to six, will you be up to old tricks?
if i count to eight, will you really wait?
if i count to 12, just how far will we delve?

for my father

they stormed the beaches
on that cold gray day.
they did not know what to do
nor what to say.
they ran straight ahead into enemy fire
friends around them shot dead
such scenario dire.
yet fought they did
for the freedoms they believe.
we are thankful for those who made it
and for those who didnot, we grieve.
for without these heroes
we could not type these words
stand for that which matters
have our voices heard

well...

not once, but twice?
not very nice!!!!
was he really smitten
or was she just bitten?

ar-eyes

the night passed quickly
before closed eyes
the morning sun burst in
this night she slept,
to her surprise
ignoring her chagrin
another day to live her life
something not taken for granted
another day to combat the strife
a seed of hope implanted

evening

the day dwindled and night began to take its place. she walked over to the window, that, hours before, regalled her in bright sun. colorful streaks of sunset danced before her. she watched for a while, then let the curtains slowly cascade down

ned the elephant

another one has fallen and died
after everything that was done
we sit here and cry
why does this happen
what has happened to man
where is the heart he was born with
how much more can we stand
ned you have suffered
you will surely be missed
hope our love was a buffer
good night with a kiss

morning

as she drew back the curtains, the world looked back at her. sun rushed in from every angle, illuminating that which had been left in the dark. she breathed in the panorama of trees, grass. she opened the window. sounds of wind brushed by her. tingling alive again, she started her day.