I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Coal Dust, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
Coal Dust
diamond-like resilience
made from coal dust
and a little bit of luck from the sun
creates flowers
blooming in the garden of my heart
I trust…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
my heart spills the seeds
of a thousand past lives
dwelling within the trauma
sitting
alongside
the love I feel for you, wishing
upon the night sky
we make do
with candles ensconced in petaled
fragrances
of pain, a dew
sitting upon the land and sea
it seems
extreme, yet
inside
I know
I’ll always continue to believe
Photo by suju-foto, Pixabay
I take trips back and forth up the mountain
while relegating
the misery I feel, like a pin drop
of blood
after the storm stops
I watch
the sunrise
over my heart of flowers
atop
our bed of petals and pearls
made from
loves most tranquil and delicate fibers
surreal
stitched
in the early morning, and
weaved with the fabric of our present glory
these two hearts, believe
in all they see
especially when pain arises
with the most pressing need
Photo by InsaneArtist, Pixabay
Though we often
Feel apart,
Watching life as a
Rhyme,
And start
Of new events
Replacing old,
There’s always something
To behold,
A common thread,
Once pulled, now
Unspooled, it
Is the measure
Of our deepest
Pleasure
As entities,
Close together,
With a flaming heart,
Which is a
A golden part
Of our humanity,
Beholden, with
The prosperity for which
We owe our deepest faith
And gratitude
A connection
That never waivers,
And, yes, is often clever
As we dance from
Afar, it seems
As if we’re alone, yet
That’s the grandest part
For, we are forever
Connected, even in our
Darkest hour, when we are
Left alone, and feel dejected
Please dive deep
And take heart, and,
Remember, my friend,
We’re never apart
For that thread is always
There, simply pull on it once,
And even twice, yes, you can also
Do it thrice if needed,
All that’s really required,
Is to hold onto the knowledge,
That everything on this planet
Has always been and will
Forever be connected.
Comes
In many forms,
A product of a life
Lived
Sometimes,
It comes and goes
Just like a storm
In the sky
Even as we try
To hold to it tight
With all our might
Faith,
Is something
That is always there
Even when covered
Up,
And we begin to pretend
That it matters not
Deep down
We know
The truth of the matter,
Is that
Faith is what’s
Guided us
From the start
It’s interesting
To ponder
In later
Life
Especially when
You once believed
Your faith was gone
Left on a train,
Now alone in the rain
Without notice, yet
Even in that simple
Verse, is the seed of
One’s faith
Belief
In something
More,
And, when
The rain does pour?
Remember, your
Faith is not forgotten
You, my friend,
Even when
You try your hardest
To run again
Your faith
Is there, so then?
Simply lookup,
Give thanks,
And say,
Amen
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