Sanu's Space

  Crashing down, aircraft struck, Just a stroke of pure bad luck. Smoky fumes starting in its tail spreading fast, Dark Clouds overhead, big shadows they Cast. Feeling numb not hot nor cold, Lower he goes feeling bold yet losing hold.  Drop of sweat upon his brow, Trying to think of anything his brain will allow. Adrenaline pumping ready to jump, Seat ejected and out of the plane with a bump. Pilot in a parachute leaving the burning airship, Thankful for his escape floating around the air sharp as a whip.  Plane crashed, exploded into smithereens, The most dangerous a journey could have ever been.  Wounded and burned, gliding through cool air, Half unconscious, falling down towards trees without a care.  Consciousness returned, Wide eyed and scared, he was recovering in a hospital bed. To his mind no memories came, To his utter shock he couldn’t recall! not even his name.  Unaccounted Time and Memory lapse entwined, Into a foggy daze where nothing mattered ...

Blue star in the night sky, Frosty winds with clouds floating by. Black Sea turning fierce and grim, Peeping moon behind clouds getting dim.  Crumpled reflection down upon rippled waves, Surrounded by mountains and black caves.  Small boat far in the distance rides, On the strong waves as it dances with the tides.  A Thin frail sailor with one broken ore, Given up on life and can’t endure anymore. With fearful, frightened eyes, In the distance a rough stone arch he spies. Swiftly getting ushered towards the cave, With waves pushing the boat, refusing to behave. The Lonely sailor with his last burned cigarette,  Awaiting his eventual fate, that he had not met yet.  Death shining brighter than life, Losing all his might and strife.  He eagerly awaits his dark fate into the deep abyss, eventually moving with the strong current as he gets swept away into the darkness.  - San

  Feeling grief of suddenly losing someone so dear, Losing hope and being crestfallen, after all the fear.  Flying high into the heavens through the bright clouds so white, Life has to go on as the living carry on day by day, stronger with every fight.  Lonely mound at the edge of a cemetery, Beloved soul departed so unexpectedly. At the far end of a waterfront, a weeping willow, With its watery reflection and shedding leaves looking down below.  Filling the dismal feeling that only time can heal, Then one day, dauntless it will again make us feel. With every step the memories become more vivid, before slowly fading away into lost dreams.  Flowing down and drifting away into teary streams.  Like withering leaves in the wind hoping to find the courage to live again fearlessly and without sorrow.  Just while waiting for time to fill the hollow.  -San

 A storm so aggressive and strong, That came after a summer so long. Where uprooted trees without a sound, Lay dead and limp down on the ground. Among devastated branches, birds trying to find their nest, Nature putting their life’s work to the test. People wading through deep waters to get back home, Through debris filled waters they stride and roam.   Strays find dry patches trying not to drown, Everything’s wet with many a frown. Brown muddy water seeping in everywhere, A flood oozing from every crack and tear. Troubled people cursing destiny, For times filled with hardship and mutiny. But once the rain has stopped and floods recede, Washed buildings and lush greenery takes the lead.  City got cleansed as the floods took with it dirt and ill will.  A Fine new beginning and a clean bright future can be seen still.  -San

  Quaint, misty street through the mountains early in the day, Just passing through for a quick quiet stay.  Strolling up the sidewalk hearing sweet chimes amongst a thick green hedge, Spotted a half covered mountainous grassy ledge. Peeped off the path towards the valley, only to behold this magnificent sight, A church so easy to miss but such a grateful delight. A beautiful old stone church carved on the edge of a mountain, out of a cliff, Surrounded by creamy white clouds adrift.  Overlooking the sky and the sea down below, Inside it were stone pews chiseled from the ground up in a long neat row.  Carefully hidden structure high up and away from the shore,  with bright, white washed walls and an old grey slate floor. Nestled inside a tall white arch, lay a huge porcelain bell, whose chimes echoed all through the valley as peace befell. Smiling down gracefully was a beautiful Idol etched into the wall.  Inside this dreamy white church, that stood so proud...

  A snowflake drifted wearily towards the earth from the early morning sky, soft sunlit rays streaming down and adding a glow up high.  Towards the earth it drifted weightlessly, suddenly caught and stuck on a warm tall chimney.  Moving gently and ever so slow,  it rolled down the rooftop with a drop of melted snow.  It slid down the window pane, onto the glass and stuck again.  Inside the tranquil, neat home, well kept and pristine, warm cookies, half burnt candles and a Christmas tree could be seen.  A couple nestled on the sofa looking sadly at their foster son, sitting by the tree.  Small child playing with an old toy eager to open gifts and see.  For it might be their last family Christmas together,  as he might be taken away and into foster care by the end of December.  Innocent child opening gifts with a bright grin, oblivious to the grief and playing with his new toys with full attention.  Quiet Christmas morning while ...

  Red town house amongst green mountains standing tall and proud, With its bright red walls that stand out in a crowd. Layered grasslands well organized and clean, Sometimes snowy and sometimes half green. Laying down after a long day, on a slope at a height, White peaks flashing n shimmering in the moonlight. Sprawling green fields in the springs, With new flowers; fresh memories it brings. Magenta, yellow and verdant everywhere, Strong winds whipping past, without a care.  An early start each day to prepare for work, Old memories in the shadows they lurk. Pumpkins for Halloween and Christmas pine cones, All well kept in the gardens with bold undertones. Each day ends with bountiful memories, on a bitter sweet note. Fading into dreams and away they float.  -San