Tomorrow May Be Too Late

be gentle and caring

like the evening skies

don't hurt the one who cares,
not the one who doesn't, either

don't hold back I love you for tomorrow,

don't ever think it's fine,

to not say sorry,

no, it's not ok;

show some love, 

step into the other's shoes,
feel the feelings, and heal a few,

be nice and cheerful,

reach out today,

tomorrow may be too late

be gentle and calm

like the unrelenting stream,

strong, yet enduring, like the lofty hills,

but don't be rude

and please, never be unkind,
it pierces through the heart,

you don't need to cook up a tale

to get off a friend's calls,

(they know, and yet are friends,)

and, do return the call, 

you may be the only one -
he chose to share;

a thank you

can make someone's day,

a warm hug

could bring someone back 

from the brink,

do it today,

tomorrow could be too late

be gentle and calm,

like the evening breeze,

don't stick

to just the four walls,

be there for your friends,

not just those that show they are,

but also the real ones  who truly care,

make time to call, 

you don't need a reason to;

don't be unkind, untrue, 

and don't be cold

have a soul, 

you have to face the mirror, 

one day,

you have to sleep with yourself, 

every night,

wake up,  my dear

be gentle and warm,

now,

tomorrow will be too late!

 © sashikant mohanty

Be Sure, I Will be There

deep, in the dark of the unlit room,
dark, in the depths of the silent nights,
when you look out of your window,
you'll find a lonely lamp,
perched in the sky,
as if waiting for you,
you'll likely meet the misty breeze,
and if you find none waiting,
you can be sure, i would be

in the quiet of your room,
when you tucked your face
into the pillow,
or when sleep is elusive,
and the only noise you hear
is the ticking of the clock,
every tick drawing you apart,
a tad farther,
and if you're too lost to hear them,
you just can't miss the beat of a heart
which has never missed a beat,
not even once,
for you!


© sashikant mohanty