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.

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.

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.

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 just say – breathe.

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.

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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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.

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!

Missy

Mood music: Yuri on Ice by Taro Umebayashi

It’s okay, it’s okay,
Dearest mine,
So what if it dies out,
So what if it changes,
So what if it’s the rage of angels,
So what if the tide rages?
A sweet memory, beneath the sunshine;
She lies down with the starlight,
Mildew of midnight, and the
Mist will clear out, alright!

The girl from the dark,
Rose from the past,
So it’s fine.
There will be
Another time.
Be strong sweetheart,
You’re neither a coward
Nor a shadow that never lasts.

Poet’s note: Have you ever had a moment or moments in your life, that changes you as a person? They are like the clouds, ever so persistent, ever evolving, and constantly moving. I hope you guys still know that you’re loved, somewhere by someone and that there is always hope, even when the situation is dire.

Good night! ♡

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