The Scribbles of a Lonely Traveller

[angliholic]

Enjoyed very much.

My favorite lines:
Far far away have my daydreaming days gone
when I could lie willfully
under an old banyan tree
watching white clouds floating up in the sky
or savoring a winding stream nearby

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

Thanks, Tailor, for dropping by and leaving your wonderful feedback here.

Glad that you are back with your delicate, nostalgic verses:
"Why didn't anyone remind me that
the season of colorful leaves falling
had vanished into thin air."
It will be back, I trust. And you will be writing about it.

Thanks, Danik, for reading and your most uplifting words. I try hard to write beautiful pieces but I'm afraid that my muse is getting senile and dotted.

[angliholic]

Who was to blame?
When you were one and twenty
and charming as a purple water lily,
who wouldn't fall head over heels in love
with your bewitching smile
and became lame?
After the thief of youth and beauty
has stolen all of your colorful petals,
I can't help ruminating~
did I really fall in love with you
or simply with a pretty flower?
Seeing that you're not at all impeccable
as I am not, either,
I only have myself to thank.

[angliholic]

It was by sheer chance
that we ran across each other
just like two tumbleweeds rolling together
in a wasteland.
Although I'm not exactly your prince charming,
yet I'm sincere and keep smiling;
therefore,
please be kind and patient to me
because it's for sure
that we'll go our own way
sooner or later.

[angliholic]

While the wind's howling outside,
you don't need to keep reminding me
of those good old days
we had in warmer weather.
I do really remember and appreciate them,
but I don't believe
the summer sunshine is able
to disperse this iciness in cold winter.
In this bleak season,
I've lost my primitive instinct--dreaming.

[angliholic]

Don't make fun of me
because my face's wrinkly
as the small dimples on the water
made by a breeze.
Please don't taunt me
because my hair's grayer
than all the snow on the trees
in gloomy winter.
Despite being melancholy
as a lonesome caterpillar,
I've come to treasure your honey
just like the eternal verity.