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Park Bench

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Sitting on your regular park bench
Watching the people around
Deep in your own thoughts
Smiling occasionally
With sun rays playing with your silver hair
What a pretty picture you make!

Did I see your eyes shining?
Watching the little girl with her father
Leading him with her little hands
Dancing the way around
Talking in a serious tone
May be about the life’s mysteries

Did I see a naughty grin?
Watching that bunch of girls
Heads together in secret
Hands on shoulders
Talking in those hushed tones
May be about a big conspiracy

Did I see a knowing smile?
Watching that young couple
Holding each other hands
Moving in unison
In their own dream world
Oblivious to the world around

Did I see a tender smile?
Watching that mother and son
Son asking his umpteen doubts
And mom trying to answer
And match his speed
With pride in her little wonder

Did I see a sad smile?
Watching that mom and daughter
Obviously in argument
Talking in the angry tones
Trying to make each other understand
Yet not ready to compromise

Did I see a nervous smile?
Watching that lonely woman
Lost in her own thoughts
May be talking to herself
Walking with long strides
Not a companion with her

Did I see a warm smile?
Watching that kid with his grandpa
So comfortable with each other
Showing off his latest bruise
And watching in awe
The bigger bruises his grandpa has

Did I see that contented smile?
Watching the grandpa walk towards you
With his usual slow smile
Slowly taking your hands in his
Helping you to your feet
As if his world is only you

Still sitting on that park bench
Watching you walk away
Thinking about myself
Wondering about life
Will I be as contended as you
In the years to come?

Thoughts on a rainy day

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I sit here alone on this windowsill,
Watching the raindrops fall
And doing its tap dance
Like endless tears of sky above.
Heaven has let go of everything.
I know you’re all asking
“Why can’t you do the same –
Just let go and start new? ”

You will be happy
To see me smiling like before
Forgetting everything
That is killing me
Or should I just run away
But will you ever know
Or rather would want to know
My pain and my silent tears?
I am not some gallant hero;
I cannot fly, nor reach so high
I am on the plain ground,
and everyone’s in the sky.

May be you should go away,
Leaving me on the floor
Perhaps I’ll stop crying
If you just shut that last door.
You won’t know I’m lonely
And reaching for you,
When you walk away
Without another glance…