Precarious

A chaotic statis,
In the tranquil mayhem.
A stronghold,
Ever so bound.

With breathless silence,
Still, we watch on –
The moment suspended and
Passing between the spaces
Between the million faces,
The wanderer remains
Still.

A wishful comfort,
With trepidation at large;
A lingering truce,
While the reverberations last.

Author’s Note: Time and time again, I am reminded that life is rather precarious. Everything can change within seconds, and so, every second is precious. How do you make a difference in your tiny corner? How do you make a difference within yourself? We may be, but a tiny speckle in the universe or in the grand scheme of things. But as my favorite fictional character said: there is no one in this world who isn’t important. So, how are you today?

Between the cracks

There are demons,
Before your very eyes,
Passing by,
A spark of anger
Whenever they rise,
Blinding the brilliant light,
Busting through the hearth of a child,
What do you do?

Mutiny,
Malice in your heart
Ruptures the black –
Paint it red
And paint it wide;
There is a shadow
That flows with time,
Break the bonds
And scream.

Mage of the dark,
Do you remember her dreams,
Her fears and call,
Fall beneath the whirlwind
Clad in black,
Glad to be back
Riding between the cracks,
Failing to fathom the laws –
The lands fall,
Destiny seems far.

Author’s Note: This poem is pretty dark since it is influenced by the recent happenings in my hometown. It was very painful for me, because a kid was sexually abused by grown men, who worked in close proximity to the child. Some parts of it resonated with my own experience. She’s doing better, and thankfully her parents listened to her. The scars may remain, but I hope she lives on to have a wonderful life. I’m including the picture with this poem, because the Japanese house exudes tranquility and peace.

If you guys have ever experienced any sort of abuse, please hang in there. There will be dark days, even a spiralling cycle. But you’re very brave, and are worth everything good that the world has to offer. I’m also open to talk, if you guys want to talk about your experience with me. You’re amazing, and I truly mean it.

Wishes

Wandering while
Wavering with the wind;
Burning in the darkness,
Whispering desire –
The light ever rescinding
And aglow, where
The shadows call.

The hope to be immortal,
The gold shroud to love
Or seek a simple sound
For a wish
To be forever bound.

Within

Freestyle: Within

Gasping,
Every second with the ever present
Choices and confusion.

Pundits of perfection,
Fumbling under flailing pretense;
Gasping –
Without any direction,
Surrender,
To the shackles and be free.

But.

The haste within
Sometimes diminishes;
Yet, a single instance,
When the soul wanders past
The chains of the past.
The unknown awaits
Gasping,
Every second with the ever present
Choices and confusion,
Rising and falling,
Persevere from within.

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Stardust

I tried something different for this poem. It is an acrostic First Love, and has the same connotation related to stardust and first love. Hope you like it!

From the begining of time
Iridescent as we run,
Racing pasts the worlds
Silent little wanderers –
Tracking the lost.

Lingering, beyond the cause
Overwhelmed, it was an instant spark;
Venturing past the edge
Eternally clad in unrest.

The song of winter

A symphony of
Joy and sorrow;
A blend
With a hope for ‘morrow,
The harshest winds
And the pandering pain
Pulverized, the moment
You gaze into the
The fog
That subdues the planes.
For a little while,
The tainted,
With the innocence of the snow
Shall rise – to live on another day.

Taciturn

A rather overloaded mind,
In this silence, ajar –
With the daydreams
And wordless songs.
An unresolved call
To the closed lips.
The mirth
Of just looking
Within and beyond.

Silence

Surreptitiously taming the
Inner beast,
Luring the disarry
Into a woundless peace.
Silence, in the middle of
The roads that have ceased
To sleep.

Time

Like the
Tides, rising and falling –
You will go on
Faltering and fading,
Reborn and perservering.
A single spark
In the murk –
Time pouring through,
The laden hearts
Plummeting through the impossible dark;
We will prevail.

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