Charu's Blog

It was the eve of Twenty Four And Christmas was here again! They placed the shining star at the top Of a tree made of green and gold. It looked beautiful, pristine As it did every year. The chilly air was chirping With Christmas Cheer. First snowfall of the season Brought the spirit to life! The lights, the glistening snowflakes, Made the night look brighter than day! A visitor on this cold night? A figure clad round and red, Beard shining like snow in the sky. Leaving behind only cookie crumbs And a sack, lighter on the shoulder. Was it Santa who had come Or his helpful little elves? Come the cold Christmas morning, There were presents by the hearth, Wrapped in paper and mystery Waited to be ripped open By excited little fingers, Of those who had been nice And even the few who had been naughty. As the red stockings emptied Grins grew wider. The whole family gathered And hurried together to Church To pray, and to sing It w...

If she could hit rewind And take herself back To that moment Where it all began She would. She would hit rewind And pause For that moment was perfect The way it was. Alas! She can’t go back Cannot hit rewind But she can play the song That takes her back And listen to it intently. She can close her eyes Be oblivious to all around She can pretend That she’s in the moment Where it all began. The song That describes it Perfectly well For that’s what it was Perfection. The past becomes the present And for a second, All is as it was.

She looks out the window At the blue sky and the birds That seem to be flying into it At the winds, blowing through it all Through all that comes in the way Wishing she could be the same Hoping she could be as free As careless, as the winds, and the birds. Her eyes roll back to the reality Her hands in her lap Tied down with an invisible rope It hits her, the anguish of her life And the power of her daydreams Her eyes roll back Out of the window To the world of infinite possibilities.