Spring rising

A lush green
Thoroughly undisturbed
And the bleeding gold
Seeping through the crevices
Blue and grey –
An elongated spine
Rising into the sky
And a million hands,
Comforting the spring
Besotten shades of life.
The nightgales singing
With the rising tides,
On this stone encased land
The mellow music
Sparrs with the wind
And with mountains to cross
We lie with the
Dew ridden grass
Underneath our skin;
This moment, for a lifetime,
A stillness embedded
Forever within.

Dear reader,

What do you usually do during spring? I find the season of change to be a period of growth, and a time to see restore yourself and rejoice. A time that can only be described as magical.

Radar

Isn’t it beautiful?
Every emotion that passes by
A moment to recognize
You’re still alive.

It’s too short,
We are often told
Live a life without regrets
And yet, we question
A simple task, to touch
To speak, it’s undefined
Yet within a simple moment
A constrain forever bound.

A million moments
To break out soul
Yet within the swirling dark
Resides a clawing creature
That will fly.

Beauty

Indeed as we pass by,
Forging conversations
Within and with you,
Side by side
Growing old, and the heart
Drawing a little closer;
A million ways we define each other –
Smiling and with no expression,
Frowning and a little self conscious,
A childish glee
To grasp at each straw
It’s the opposites, yet again.
I see
The warming sun
Glistening in your soul,
The lazy wind
Lighting up your eyes,
Amidst the wondrous creations,
You’re the most beautiful, after all.

Reflection

Reflection

She’s treading.

In this weave of sparkling
Laughter, we walk alongside,
Baiting disasters. When the silence
Was a melody that wanders
The soul of mortals, parched,
The company of a few
Bequethes the gloom with a spark.

On the side, it remains.

The cynicist in every word
The doubt in each smile,
The broken parts
Scorched with mellifluous
Words. Its the reflection
Caught between the present
And the fast.

The serenade.

Between the blurred images.
Seems, time still flows in and out.
The future remains, every so unclear.

Dear reader, Do you ever seems the whispers of the past wandering into the way you see percieve people? Does it change your outlook and sometimes brings out the cynicist in you? Memories somehow become a part of you, but do you think you can defy them when you make decisions for the future?

Haze

His eyes were liquid honey
Blazing and brimming awake;
‘Twas twilight reflected on his gaze.

She stares away, in a daze
Instincts clouded and lips locked away,
Memories clouded and muddled.
This familiar haze….

But, there it stays,
The raging storm
From a time before dawn.
Yet again, the familiar emotions
Grips the saint; so silence,
Please, let me tame the devil.
Let the ugliness and lingering touches fade
Lightly, till she reaches the meadow.

In this haze, let the past fade,
She will give up,
For now, it isn’t her place.
Maybe later, all that will remain
Is the nostalgic ache.

Dear reader, Have your ever felt like your past is impeding your progress? How do you move past it? In this case, I write about crushes, which seem to impart the same emotions – dread and illogical happiness, regardless of your age. Yet, we may choose not to pursue it due to unforeseeable repercussions. It’s a strange emotion indeed.

Phoenix

Burning to fly,
Rising from the ashes
And learning –
With each fall,
Pleading with the next one
To rise. In the darkest
Hour, with each twilight
Bust into flames
And be reborn,
More alive
Than destiny claims.

Poet’s note: Dear reader, have you ever sat in a darkened room and just crying yourself? Hopeless? People say it makes you stronger, eventually. For now, I’ll just say – breathe.

Discovery

Fill my heart with this feeling
That encaptures the broken pieces.
I saw the clash of contraries,
A melding not mixing
Of the light and dark;
A powerful symphony.

Hollow and content,
Wandering till twilight
Hoping the answers will suffice.
Beautiful, as it wrecks the cynic;
What am I to make of existence?

Poet’s Note: Have you ever been stuck in crossroads due to simple choices? While there is white, black and grey, I feel like I’m often stuck in blue, locking myself out of everything. Or maybe just barricading myself inside? Oh well.

Mood music: Ben Howard – In dreams

Yearning

Wandering, this summer
She spent wavering.

This city is a mystery
That I cannot fathom;
It’s a breath of fresh air
And turmoil at heart,
It’s like his touch leading you
While his mind is afar.

A clash of the past and the present,
Her mind is yearning
While the numbness haunts
Her reasoning.
Do you roll with it or
Do you walk away?
Do you shun yourself
Or do you shut you pace?
Tell me,
Should I listen to you,
Or will the whispers win today?

City of brotherly love,
The place where her
Heart went astray.

Poet’s note: Is it just me or do people tend to have more flings during the summer? Do you restrict yourself too much? I think I’m finally giving myself a pass to explore beyond the restrictions that I placed on myself.

Fable

In those moments,
The fireflies took over the surface,
And the stars whipped past the sky.
I lie here,
With the dewdrops of night,
And the grass tickling my sides.
I see you smiling,
Looking up,
It’s like your mind is wandering
With mine; at the very moment
Unleash the fairyland
On which we travel,
Embracing monsters
And facing the dreams.
I’m next to you,
Clad in metal,
We walk.
Wind on our faces and all.
Our thoughts differ,
And we drift again.
Yet, those summer nights
Under the wrap of the pines
Burning, your warmth remains.

Dear reader, what was your first summer love like? Was it seasonal or did it last? I think summer love is magical, and quite different from winter. To put it blunty, I have no idea how people manage to cuddle while sweating. It is truly magical 😂

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