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.

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
That will fly.

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.

Precarious

A chaotic statis,
In the tranquil mayhem.
A stronghold,
Ever so bound.

With breathless silence,
Still, we watch on –
The moment suspended and
Passing between the spaces
Between the million faces,
The wanderer remains
Still.

A wishful comfort,
With trepidation at large;
A lingering truce,
While the reverberations last.

Author’s Note: Time and time again, I am reminded that life is rather precarious. Everything can change within seconds, and so, every second is precious. How do you make a difference in your tiny corner? How do you make a difference within yourself? We may be, but a tiny speckle in the universe or in the grand scheme of things. But as my favorite fictional character said: there is no one in this world who isn’t important. So, how are you today?

Wishes

Wandering while
Wavering with the wind;
Burning in the darkness,
Whispering desire –
The light ever rescinding
And aglow, where
The shadows call.

The hope to be immortal,
The gold shroud to love
Or seek a simple sound
For a wish
To be forever bound.

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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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.

Shades of Green

Open your heart,
As the waves come crashing,
Soothe the strikes,
With this shade everlasting –
The green, forever forgiving.

Seldom grips your rationality,
This beautiful love
Of the green seething.
Blend it with a mix of yellow and trust,
Bountiful shall your life be as such.

In the middle of the night,
The magic flows with this wondrous green,
Stay and grasp, the surreptitious little charmer,
In this time and the next,
The green parades like the will of Gods.

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