My heart is filled with all the colors,
The world around me has to offer.
It seems to be an enormous canvas
Artist being the life, painting it ever so often.
These are never ending  blends,
With the variegation of shades,
Thus the understanding- from them
Only few I will name.
The drops of yellow from happiness and joy,
From friendships staying true.
Some light pink for the eternal child inside me.
Sadness and failures depicting serene blue.
Truth and purity paint it white,
And in black lies the strength, staying on course.
Lines of green for evergreen.
Rich lilac imagination in me pours.
Dark blue swipes from the adventurous soul,
Grey delivered by the doubts and unknowings.
The blood-red hue from all those emotions
Piling up from not releasing nor showing.
Brown will be added throughout the life-
The knowledge, experiences and wisdom that’s gained.
Each and every day I grow as a person,
Unwilling to stay the same.
And colors from love
What will be those?
Combination of it all,
I so readily suppose.

Through the obscure woodland,
Under the path shown by starry sky,
Over the hillock of misery,
Finally standing on the mountaintop high above.
Staying there forever
Is impossible,
And without the rough ascent
Unreachable,
Tumbling back down
Is inescapable,
Being ready for it, though,
Is sensible,
And not remaining down there defeated,
Is reasonable.

~

a tribute to the good times

cannot neglect the rough.

without a struggle comes no prize,

cocoon would yield no butterfly,

and without the rain the rose would die.

so when i'm tempted to forget

just how far we've come,

please remind me, dear...

please remind me that you love me;

sweet promise whisper in my ear.

repaint the mem'ries 'cross my mind,

kaleidoscope of precious times;

remind me that our journey

of a thousand miles began

these many years ago now,

the day you took my hand;

remind me that each day

is just another step,

toward dreams and goals and promises

that together will be kept.

~

*post script.

a re-post from earlier days.  
i must be feeling particularly reminiscent today

one of the earlier poems i wrote for my wife...
had to be twenty plus years ago now.

every letter in my poems
has been carved from the contents inside my heart
with every dancing lines and singing words
exposed sorrows
every lyrics portrayed loneliness
akin to the approaching rain
rain that has been hiding from the sky
that will come out when the sky cannot hold the weight anymore
yes
this is just a piece of paper that i use
to be written with my bleeding pen and make the blood as an ink
blood that came from my heart
i wish you will know that you are the reason
why i write these ****** letters
you are the reason why these poems has been crying
you are the reason why there are teardrops on my poems
teardrops that i use to erase this loneliness
but i didn't expect that these papers will be broken
to the point that you cannot see the line anymore
the line that says
"i love you"

©IGMS