The Comeback...

Perplexed and lost, a poetess like me
Didn't write for four months and days seventeen
Who was once crowned as the melancholy queen
Now couldn’t rhyme a word to the syllable "e".

So much had happened in such little time
Her chaotic life making it difficult to beguile
She envied the ''Wordsworth'' she once adored the most
For his poetry admired from coast to coast.

Was the nature playing fools? Oh not he!
His enchanting beauty gleamed across the sea
Or the profound grey cloud's graffiti
Or a young couple's love defying gravity.

She almost gave up, didn't want to write
When a fragile little girl walked by her side
Begging for a penny, a nickel or a dime
Persistently bothering the woman who tried hard to rhyme.

The woman fumbled in her purse as the coins cluttered through
Grabbing a thin coin whose value she not knew
In a lame attempt to get rid of the pain
She gave the girl a rare ten rupees coin.

The little girl's eyes gleamed with a twinkle
The adrenaline rushing made her voice crinkle
She held it close, like the treasure of a lost isle
She cared not for the poetry she had just beguile

Lost in those naïve eyes, the woman watched the girl
Whose innocence spoke more than any poet’s words
Clueless of how to write the girl’s chastity
Stood perplexed and lost a poetess like me

The autumn leaf

Blown away by the autumn wind
Abandoned by his home
Depraved of love, an autumn leaf
Blew along, on his home.

The one that one crowned the tree
Sheltered under its foot.
Swamped up by death and grime
Amid nothingness he stood.

They sang an ode to the west wind
They sang an ode to the tree
They sang an ode to the goldfinch that passed
Sadly forgotten was he.

He mattered when he was alive
He'll matter during rebirth
He mattered to none when he was blown away
Being walked over by dirt.

He had his days on top of the world
He had lived above them all.
All it took was an icy blow
To bring him down the fall