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 … Continue reading Spring rising

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 … Continue reading Radar

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 … Continue reading Reflection

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 … Continue reading Haze

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 … Continue reading Phoenix

Long poem: Unbridled Spirit

In this mighty grey, She trails behind. Behind her kin, Her friends, Behind the ones. Trying to be better. It is such a slow progress Once, then twice and then some, Breaking spirits as they come. What will you do? Unchained, she limps on; Scrapping wounds, Sweating blood. Trailing behind, ‘Loser’ is the term With which she is defined. Yet, she is unbreakable, No, let … Continue reading Long poem: Unbridled Spirit