It should have been raining by now

It should have been raining by now 
The stage has been waiting long
Me, my playmates watching close
For lights and the starting song
we are done with our silly riddles
new and all the old ones we had
Waiting through with hide n seek
For them, dancing clouds darkly clad
We have teased and pinched and fought
what troublesome company to keep
But what good it did at the least
Held all of us away from sleep
But a little too late it is as I yawn
Some younger pals have fallen prey
Exhausted and defeated from wait
Are sleeping away in the clay
We who have been a tad stronger
Are still in wait but with weakened will
There is an empty stage in the front
But there is no dance no drama still.

What do I get if I marry you?

The darling of my life asked one day,

innocent as ever in her heart,
'What do I get if I marry you?
and be sure of your words as you say'
My eyes then rolled inside my hide,
inside the belly of a sea,
strolled on the ground that lies beneath,
and surfed above a jubilant tide.
I hurled though like some spirited moth,
my heart restless like a deer's eyes,
And came up with the finds in my arms,
some pearls some corals and foamy froth.
And then I was about to pass all this,
but it was all cluttered in a mess.
I told that you will get it all, but wait
I will melt it all and keep it for a kiss.
a little high from where you see O dear,
as from there it rises into the clouds,
and will descend to your head in a crown,
to take away from you all that you fear.

Leaning On That Window Sill

It was a cloudy dreary night
Dipped in shallow muzzy sight
Leaning on a window sill
I was weakened in my will

My mind was swimming in the south
The chill in heart was headed north
The bleeding when came to swoon
Slain a sleep then came to loom

I had a dream, a busy one
I had to rush, I had to run
To some garden atop some hill
Which had that only rose to fill

The sage had warned, while doing so
The day must beat me in being slow
No rest, no shady tree I seek
The rose will wilt if I aim defeat

I had no pony, I had no dream
I had no soul on earth to team
Two hints of help were all I had
To save me from me turning sad

No way to see running up forth
Except to choose from all, the north
In airs a rosy fragrance will fill
When I reach half of the hill

I ran, I ran and I ran straight
No lures, no misery neared to bait
I think it was the mid-day sun
Which showed me that mountains’ run

all peaks from far that emerged from haze
Were not an easy puzzle of maze
A gleam of glow came from one mountain’s crest
The highest, rockiest than all the rest

My feet were bleeding and swelled 
My chest was heaving like in eld
To save my bleeding feet from rips
I tore down my cladding in strips

Soon the sun was on my bare back
Pelting rays in ruthless attack
The sloped too could spare no easiness
Each stride upwards more merciless

My throat dry and feet were wet in red
In my eyes darkness willing to spread
The incline then turned just a touch mild
And I was crying like a child

Then that chunk of air had rolled
Drenched in scent no earthly perfume hold
What pretty life I lived in that breather
It toughened me and I pulled myself together

The morning then came up as strife
Rays carried with them the bitterness of life
In disgust I tried to sleep again
The sleep lost to disgust leaving only pain

I wish I complete my dream some night
Just once my sleep wins this fight
To see what rose is there on the hill
I try to sleep leaning on that window sill.

One Is Proudly Mine

In the moon I see a pretty friend,
And another twinkling by its side,
They sweetly listen to me if I talk,
And come with me if I watch and walk.

I often behold them though my sleeplessness,
From welcome windows pushed open wide,
A shying moon and I find a charming star,
Immersed in fondness, near each other or far.

It has been so long when I saw them first,
And took the three of us as chums,
But I have grown a little in my age,
They too have come out of their toddler page.

The crown jewels among all beauties of all beautiful nights,
They make a picture of two hearts entwined in love,
A love that is as pretty and knows no decline,
I see them and I say ‘One is proudly mine’.