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

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

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 … Continue reading Discovery

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 … Continue reading Yearning

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, … Continue reading Fable

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