At the end of the long, tortuous path
Waits unknown.  Often it’s our choice
To make that path a grief or
A homerun
©

He stood there in the parking lot, dressed in
Worn jeans and shirt, waiting for someone,
Anyone, when he saw me he breathlessly
Cadged for change

I’d seen him many times before
I pretended not know him
Turning, I heard his rueful gabble
To others, one after another,
Like his many primeval cousins

He followed me in my dream
As I pondered about his
Reasons and real needs
That was much more than
Some lousy coins

His shattered youthful ambition
was reaching out, wishing to be
whole again when he stood there
Lost and confused, pleading,
For he couldn’t put it together
Alone

*Drug addiction is a huge problem in this country, especially among young people.  Something must be done.  The presidential candidates tout about it.  Whoever will be elected president in 2016, he or she must do to fix the problem.  Discipline, however, should start at home.  As we all know, children learn from their parents.  Often, that wasn’t enough, but making an effort to steer them in right direction is better than ignoring.  Sometimes, even grown children need some attention from the parents.

Burning ambition without
Moral conscience is not only
Vanity but also it can
Poison the society

Past is merely a slice of whole
Even if many memories are hidden
In every corners of deep inside
Judging the entirety by that sliver
Is imprudent.

Bottom of that chasm a part of
One sobs, wishing it were cocoon,
Reverse the wrong, metamorphose
And fly out into the bright future
Who would judge no-criminal by the
Little ghost in the past?
©

the arrogant word
to the innocent girl
‘come back
when the bosom
grow full’

then waited
many years
but she
never
returned

memory of youth
blushes
the face
with shame
regret

©

Is there anyone who hasn’t said something inadvertently to hurt someone?
Occasionally we all do.  Time dilutes toxicity of harsh word.  But some word is too strong to be forgiven.  Worse, sometimes it changes your life against your favor!

Every evening I am grateful to have
You at my side.  The neighbors
Come and go but you are
Here for me telling
About the day’s
Story that never
Fail to amuse me,
For we are eternal
Lovers, aren’t we?  They
Say love can wane with time
Like moon.  If so I’d wait for you
Till your lovely face reappear among
The tinny stars with renewed passion
©

According to statistics, half of married couples end up divorcing.  Worse, nowadays
young people don’t believe in marriage that last till death do apart.  One of the reasons is that majority women don’t depend on men any more.  They earn bread themselves.  So they choose not to stay in unsatisfying marriage.  Besides, divorcing is easy these days.  It takes only a few months to complete the paper work process in many states.  I’m an old-fashioned person.  And it makes me sad.  Good thing is that I know many couples who have been married longer than 40 years and they want it to be continued.