I Pause But Life Goes On Anyway: Poem

I Pause But Life Goes On Anyway

Whether the road is straight or narrow; at times
The slope is steep, and breathless, I pause: existence, this moment now;

But life goes on anyway.

My existence is confined to this moment now;
Imagination could not, boundless though it seemed
Make walls tumble down or frontiers to crumble.

I wait. I wait for life’s answers. But how many questions
Come to mind? Who can say?
Is there a tomorrow after today?

In instants of doubt, hesitation and haste
And not knowing right and wrong
And the ease of tranquil mind;

I wanted to leave this existence far behind.
Ah, but then I paused and let life take me by the hand.
I, who so often wanted to understand.

Copyright: Rani Turton

So Ordinary

So Ordinary

I am so ordinary; you don't  have to look up
And smile: not I the cynosure of all eyes.
Words I can write, but not speak
There are a million stars in the skies.

I am so ordinary, so very ordinary.
You won't even believe I could be me.
I live and give, even forgive.
I guess that's just me.

I do  not have special talents , none.
I am just a very ordinary entity
I wished I was the pink cloud in the sky
Just to be me.

I am the lost, lonely one.
I think and then I become.
Just for now I warm myself
In the heat of the golden sun.

Copyright: Rani Turton

I Hear Your Voice

I Hear Your Voice

I hear your voice, despite absence and distance; Amongst clear skies, cloudy days, dark nights. I wake up from fogged dreams: And even then it seems As if you are standing there. I have a secret known to none. I can listen to silence and the silence Speaks in a languages only I know. I can hear it's words distinctly; Decipher what it is saying to me now. Often  in the silence, I can hear your voice Clearly, as when you walked by my side: Ah, how lonely is the yearning heart How fatigued the soul when it is tired. Copyright: Rani Turton

Meanings And Definitions: Poem

Meanings And Definitons

I hear the world tapping at my window pane
Like urgent rain
Unwordly wordlessness. Bereft, undone
Empty, a shell the mind has become

Warm embrace, the touch of hands
Don't turn away thus;
Insipid wordlessness. Come back now
The sky speaks to the lake below.

Textual definitions are all very fine. Where do emotions hide?
Deep, deep inside.
How can you lock your feelings inside?
The body calls out your name and then tries to hide.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Forget Me: Poem

Forget Me

Now that yesterday's pages have been turned,
Rustling, fluttering,
Flown far away
Now that those people have gone, far away
Voices have faded and destiny with sure fingers
Has traced other routes, other paths
Forget me.

The years have traced lines on faces,
Has touched with grey dark hair;
But the souvenir of those far-off places
Are the memories that are left to share.

Often I had wondered, some paths I could not tread
If I dreamt; sometimes the voices were so real
More real than the people I passed on the street
More real to me than the cold, the blazing heat.
Forget me.
Now the year has passed onto spring.
The trees have won back their leaves.
Roses bloom; the rivers swell with rain
Forget me, I cannot bear to remain your eternal pain.

Copyright: Rani Turton

Wandering And Wondering: Poem

Wanderng And Wondering

Wandering from here to there and then there to there.
From being a being, thinking, feeling
A wanderer from here to there
From somewhere to anywhere.

The earth's dangers and daggers
Have often been planted
But the wanderer, from place to place
Has a heart that has been transplanted

With limbs that often can barely move
Tired, fatigued and hungering for love
Wandering, wondering, whatever and however
And trying not to feel too bad

Wandering and wondering,
Stumbling, befuddled, blundering
For reasons that are often fugitive
To live, to love, or to simply survive.

Copyright: Rani Turton