Friday, August 5, 2011

A breath of fresh air in my Cavern

The sound of the fan spinning repetitively is surprisingly soothing,
Sitting alone facing my cavern has never been so comforting,
Solitary in the midst of buzzing city life and a hectic schedule,
A part of my soul's rhythm was left wandering for ridicule

Parting with the solitude of my cave for mere busyness,
Being strapped to the worldly beats of dizziness,
Suffocated somehow feeling like a handicap,
Nothing beats a breather dropping into your lap

Coming back to my cavern to inhale some fresh air,
It's like strolling the parks of Verona with a lady so fair,
A rapture of smiles sparked the lit in my dampened mind,
Foreseeing a weekend that will flow just fine

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Coming back

Bossa Nova ringing in my ears,
Softly beating to the rhythm of the rain,
Splattering of waterdrops at the window pane,
Chasing away whatever coldness that was left

Missing solitary in this precious cavern,
Though it is only fingertips away from my grasp,
Too much agendas playing its way into my head,
My life is catapulted to an ongoing rollercoaster

The solitude of penning away is not too far,
Just a click and the need to take a breather,
Flowing graciously from my innermost being,
A sweet sensation of coming back

My cavern: you've been missed