Inner Conflict

Here it starts, my love
Are you ready to stand –
through my version?
Let me take you through
The lands of retribution
That will break you into pieces.

It starts with a creek
And the leaves
Gliding in solace
It shows your memory
Filled with glee
And people all surrounding,
It was those days
With flowers all blooming
And Periwinkle so blinding
A million Aster bounded
In the very heart of
The young maiden,
We dance in the rain
Twirling our joy
That we believed would stay.

And yet,
Darling, the dewdrops went freezing
And the leaves started bleeding
One by one, burning
A blaze seething
Your very soul receding,
This is your choice,
She’s screaming,
And yet slowly,
We learn to breathe in.
Breathe.

Dear reader,
Do you often have this imagery that creates conflicting images during distress? This one is inspired by the Chopin’s Op. 44 in F-sharp minor – a conflict depicted with a revebrating hopefullness at the end.

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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.

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.

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.

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 😂

Wordless

Dreamy, bright and so
Right. The knight with
Everlasting sweetness and light.

How can she tell you?
The worthless worries
Paired with blatant
Insecurities; you
With your perfect streak.
It took just a sigh,
To set it off course
The tingling that
Pierced in through
Touch. Lips unstrung.

For now, we ought to stay
Non-existent.
She’s not the one in your heart,
Your treasures lie in the past.
Smile and shine brighter,
Goodbye, for now.
Wordessly, she fades
Within the grips of time.

Poet’s Note: Have you guys ever been liked someone but wasn’t sure if it will work out? How do you let it go? Affection, like, love – such interestingly blissful and utterly painful emotions.

Repetition

Waltzing in the shadows,
We twirl to this
Momentary symphony.

One foot in the past,
Another stuck in the future;
A cascade of lies
Maligned by the excessive truth.

So clear, yet so far,
Times change,
But the heart remains
In tattered parts – so
She goes back to
Stand by the the Aster,
Hoping one day
She will find her.
But for now,
As unfair as life maybe,
Because the nightshades
State it so bluntly,
It’s time to let it go.

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.

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