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 😂

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 me clarify,
She is broken
With golden inlays.
Unbreakable as the pieces lay,
Scattered to be reclaimed.
Her soul retains
It’s hearth at its very core;
She remains
Unbridled.

Are you there
Listening?
Or maybe trailing
To watch
Her, succumb?

No, they are unbreakable.
Among all gists of things,
They realize, that like the
Fire and water, and the spaces
In between,
They remain
The unbridled spirit;
Especially in the spaces
That the dark claims.

They are
Unbreakable.

Poet’s note: Have you ever felt that you were trailing behind? Have you ever dealt with depression that wrecks you? If you’re still breathing, if you’re still trying, whether it is for you or for someone else, to me, you are unbreakable, and just damn inspiring. Good afternoon!

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The Lady

Mood music (Tamil): Enna Solla Pogirai (Meaning: What are you going to say?) from Kandukondain Kandkondain (I have seen, I have seen)

A beginning with no end,
The tantalizing promise
In the midst of this maze,
With your words
Barricading the space,
She’s caught. For now.
Forever, the northern wind,
Ready to storm away.

Wind the flow of time,
The lady remains.
A soothing lullaby plays,
And she lies
Beneath the silver lining.
The clouds pass
And the flower turn bright,
The hues
Burst through her turbulent plight.

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Poet’s Note: What inspires you, dear reader? Its stormy in Philadelphia today, and I’m listening to an old, romantic Tamil song from 18 years ago. I find myself drawn to melodies that are not so melancholy during the storm, and hype music (especially by Yuki Hayashi) when night arrives. It’s a wonderfully weird combination, that thrives on the opposites. Do you feel the same way? Good morning!

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.

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.

Moments – Acrostic

Minutes pass to hours as we meld;
One touch and a thousand words past –
Mirth unconstrained
Ending at dawn.
Nestled in the corner,
Trudging with the flow of time,
Simple desires.

Talisman

Lend me your heart,
And I will whisper
The wonder,
That the world couldn’t fathom;
With clasped hands
As we wander
Into nothingness,
But it is nothing less –
A place, where the tainted soul
Can grow the flowers
Untamed and innocent –
A little love,
And we will last.
My Talisman.

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