AN EMBRACE TO REMEMBER
(Garry James)
It’s never easy, the parting
for it was never easy, loving
the spark of lit world did not hold long
flames hit the sky, determined
love flew over the oceans
while something in my soul stirred
unknown that’s the name inscribed
a thousand times on my heart
seated on the bench of longing
anxious like a child, i spotted her easy
dark eyes trolling each eye passing
moment our eyes aligned, she smiled
excited, but she tried not to show
but I saw the wanting in her eyes
a hug unfolds the warmth of love
carrying a tender world in her heart
desperate like a humming bird, she flutters
a quiet love seeping through her veins
the adrenaline rush, exciting her to a new high
she embraces the moment with a deep sigh
love at times, puts to test and that’s scary
rope walking an unknown territory
the pouring of my concern writ, but futile
a black dot on white spread, remains in memories
not the sound sleep in beloved’s arms
a hammock of love & caring
weeks pass like days, before you could hold
nights too slip through in a blink
her palm in my hand, the promise of a rainbow
what remains is the wanting
before and after the embrace
that’s the beginning of love stories
Love feels strong but also fragile because separation is always near. The speaker carries feelings across distance that are hard to explain. When two people meet, everything becomes focused in one moment. Eye contact and a smile reveal hidden emotion. A hug becomes a deep expression of care and longing. Time feels short when they are together. After parting, memory and longing remain, shaping love through both meeting and distance.
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THOUGHTS
(Garry James)
some scary
some helpful
some chase you
some wait for help
some sad
some glad
some agitated
some senile
some deprive you of sleep
some wakes you early
some creates anxiety
some brings smiles
some dumped secrets
some buried alive
some walk the nights
some snooze until awakened
some are ideas
some are feelings
some are plans
some memories
some perspectives
some experience
some makes sense
some nonsense
my mind
a source pool,
a manifestation,
a memory vault
I remember a beautiful quote
“Thinkers perish; thoughts don’t”
The mind holds many kinds of thoughts at the same time. Some thoughts bring fear, some bring comfort, some bring sadness or joy. Some stay hidden while others return again and again. The mind carries memories, ideas, plans, and emotions together. Some thoughts disturb sleep, others bring calm or early waking. Some feel clear, others feel confusing. Thoughts continue even when life changes, showing that thinking never fully stops.
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THREAD SAID TO THE CLOTH
(Garry James)
with you I soak in sunshine
alone I am hooked to a line
with you I stay strong
alone I am strained to tow the line
with you I adorn the beauty
I walk along with you miles
with you I am not left out
I become the national pride
with you I belong to a vast stretch
in you I find custom withheld
with you we stand united
alone I stand bundled… as a thread
A thread alone feels weak and limited. When it joins with cloth, it becomes strong and useful. Connection with others brings strength, meaning, and belonging. Togetherness builds identity and support. Separation brings weakness and struggle. Human value grows through unity, not isolation.
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“WHAT I AM TAUGHT … IS TO WIN”
(Garry James)
I walked… a long path
wondering why no one was at sight?
the dew falls, the mist filled nature
obstructing my far sight
though I walked, I was not tired
wondering, what kept me from hunger & thirst
a lone path narrowing upwards to sky, diverting
step freezes, I stopped & pondered… is this a d-day?
questioning myself “have I gone daft to tread this path?”
my legs turned heavy, unable to turn around
I wondered and started counting & they were numerous,
“my known and unknown wrongs in life”
why was the surrounding white? where are other colours?
the fright and chill replacing the thrill, I recollected
yes, it’s true, I sped with my father’s brand new car
Amidst men in crown I stood chain bound,
grave & unfamiliar faces I was wondering again, what they were screaming about?
when a familiar voice shot from behind “it’s them, who came in front of my client’s car”
the jury paused, to resume after an hour… post an hour
the prosecutor appealed “nothing less than capital punishment I demand”
he turned around and realized, his assistants were all gone
a man in gold crown passed the judgement “it was not him, but the alcohol”
laughing out loud uncontrollably,
I fell down from bed goblet in hand,
it was one of my lucid dreams from a rehab,
celebrating having been lived to 18.
The speaker moves through confusion, fear, and unclear experiences. Memories of mistakes appear while reality and imagination mix. There is pressure, judgment, and self-questioning. The experience feels like a journey through uncertainty. In the end, it is revealed as a dream during recovery. Waking brings understanding that it was not real, but it still reflects fear, consequence, and awareness.
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I SEE YOU
(Garry James)
my eyes within recognized you
the coffe table so tiny
the chairs so close, the world shrinking
I could feel your breathe pulsating
our knees igniting the spark
my palm so keen to touch
to feel your pulse, you understood
that you placed your palm on my palm
leaning back , you smiled and laughed
I could not hold myself
responded with a hangdog laugh
are you the one I am looking for?
are you the one, my heart was restless for?
why is it so calm today?
why am I at peace today?
I have pride in my intuition, my confidence
will it deceive me today?
sporadic shower breaks our silence
a gentle clink of clay coffee cup
echo with her giggle as we rush for cover
huddled together on a couch inside
just placed for us to sit beside
let it thunder, let the city rush
in my calm answering your innumerable quest
I enjoyed as there is only us,
making space I gestured
“why not sit beside for a while?”
your lingering gaze diving deep into my eyes,
said “I do not mind being shameless to sit beside”
the invisible wall crumbling down
a cascade of doubtful thoughts
washed down in a landslide
the moment was quite
not a soul to haunt, but the green-eyed moon
from far-away he watched,
snooping in and out all the while
it was time to part for an early start
as a gift, I request her lips to be on mine
her hesitation vanished in a blink of an eye
our lips parted with a whimper from my heart
treasuring the reward, driving back home
I reminisced,
will she forget?
I know… she may not
for, neither will i…
Two people meet in a setting that small details become meaningful. Presence together brings calm and curiosity. Eye contact and simple gestures show growing connection. Silence feels comfortable. Rain brings them closer under shared shelter. Laughter and conversation deepen the bond. When parting comes, there is hesitation. A kiss becomes a lasting memory. After separation, the moment still remains in both hearts.
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