Comfort passe

The second half of joy
is nothing but a ploy,
It is a kind of decoy,
in the search for a convoy,
While it is shorter than the first,
In experience, it is versed,
But, it is also coerced,
and, after heartbreak nursed,
It's all I have today.
In love, I stay aweigh,
The smile in my lips convey,
Comfort can never be passe. 

Early Bird

Forever might be short,
For a life worth living,
While a purpose we court
Time is not so forgiving.

Forever might be overrated,
In love and in life,
While many are fated,
For togetherness, in rife.

Forever is double edged,
in comfort and complacency,
In between them wedged,
Is the heart in vagrancy. 

January mornings

 An icy chill, frigid within 
Snaps me out of a reverie,
While the days wear thin,
The time is indeed a memory.

Snowflakes frozen clear
While trees are laid bare,
Toward renewed, we veer,
Awaiting the refreshed ware.

A new book and a rehashed chapter

 

A new book, I open,
I smile at the blanks
The pages that await
me to fill them up.

Words flow, in bursts
I aspire a deluge
but, sometimes its dry
I don’t give up

Mediocrity seems to
be my trait, defined.
Quality, while sought,
Quantity persists.

A start, that’s half way
To the destination
of completion, of the end
And, that is my aim.

Freshness, in stale

Today, in the time of morn,
a renewed winter dawn,
There's a faint pink hue
That outshines the sky’s blue.

There’s a feeling forlorn
But, love over me fawns,
I am long overdue,
for a taste of morning dew.

The day passes now reborn,
While some ‘brights’ are spawned
I wish some joy, I could woo
A fresh start, I begin anew.