I am so pleased to announce that my poem, love is all there ever is…, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Another big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
love is all there ever is…
gathering up the reminiscence lost, I
travel the world, wide and far,
searching
and dreaming of the nature within…I…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
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desires encapsulate me like the moon,
as inside my being I swoon,
looking to the sky,
watching the
moon
go
by
as clouds filter through
the darkness,
the shadow of which
becomes the
hardest
to recognize
it is the mirrored
reflection I see, when
dancing with the trees
and
becoming
more than
one dreamed
until the last particle of
my being is seen…
and, love is blossomed in-between
the rivers full of life,
and me
a moonbeam…
Photo by stafichukanatoly, Pixabay
I sat next to a flower once, bold and dared, growing through the ground, making its way into the ether air.
It perplexed me, in mid sentence, I stared, as a whisper came forth from the flower’s brome, hard to grasp in its block and form.
As the words mingled within me, and I stared at the petals mildly, I realized the words had taken on a life of their own, resonating within my heart’s home.
What, you ask, did the flower say to me on that day?
“Grow boldly, love fiercely, and, when in doubt, sit next to me here, and watch, listen, and learn; then, my friend, you will realize what love is all about.”
Photo by jonathansautter, Pixabay
the red brick wall
is covered in stories, holding the heat of 1000 nations,
imbibed with something
extraordinarily
stationed…as
we bear witness to a
façade that cracks,
and crumbles,
as each piece
of story
falls,
and
tumbles…
picked up by passersby, as they journey behind time,
washing themselves in the riddle of
human
kind
leaving their fingerprints upon the surface, adding
their stories to the
collectivity
it is
their
purpose
molding their hearts together, while adding one more
story
to love’s, ever-burning, furnace…
Photo by uvlik05, Pixabay
moon encrusted evening, walking among the fields
of daisies, birds circling in air, like thoughts
running through
veins,
fare and,
attention
made
bare
I dream of other lands, while grounded in the past,
and wish upon the birds, their beauty, at
times
misunderstood…
slowly, I crane toward the sky, their look is a
glimpse of magnificence, we all
should
take into
account, and
be proud of the beauty
throughout
the moments given, each one is sacred, bestowed
upon us with a love that is
thrilling
and
delightful, just like the pink hues look, as they
swallow my past, and take me towards
the present moment
at
last
it is
a stark
contrast…
In response to the WDYS #116 Prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; LuizClas@ Pexels
I am super excited to announce that my poem, with all their scars, is now available at Spillwords Press. I big thank you to Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for their continued support.
with all their scars
they say, life
is a performance
of sorts, played out
on the background of
perceived solidity
young children,
learning quickly…
I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash
I am excited to share my poem, ravens flying on wings, which is now available at MasticadoresIndia. A big thank you to Terveen Gill, and the entire team at MasticadoresIndia for publishing this piece, and for their continued support.
ravens flying on wings
the curtains, pulled tight, made of silk, and
reminiscent of the night, reminds me of
a time, before transgression,
and
possessions of body and mind…
I would be honored if you would go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
Photo by Ryunosuke Kikuno on Unsplash
the flowers speak to me, through the trees, as
they caress the wind so lovingly, and
offer us a glimpse of what love
could be…
nature advances past circumstance,
a human mind, relegated to
the back
beyond chance, and
destinies untoward advance
of a love
talked about for ages,
lived by sages, and ordinary folks
of all stages…
just like you and me, whispering through
the trees, past the winds, and to the
flowers kin, relating
the love
we feel within…
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I fell through the mirror once, and on the other side,
was you, hands clasped, and folded
neatly, you did always keep me
completely,
and
as
flowers fell from the sky, you gently made your way forward,
took my hand in yours, and then, the
question of my existence
spread…
arising in mind, the answer flooding my heart, as love
blossomed like the sun, retiring me to your
awaiting arms
the resonance, now,
won…
Photo by akirEVarga, Pixabay
I walked through the door once, and into a different land
entirely, sky full of blood, torn in two, it was
a wonder
to feel
the
loss at the center of the vacuum…
thoughts racing, with a heart rendering love, an afterglow
cast,
inside my
chest breathing
fast, and then,
in from the gloom
came you, sure-footed, with a love the size of the moon,
dispelling the shadows in heart and mind,
you did always remind me
of the aliveness
living inside of moments
won
as great clarity did come, and you and I settled in
for an
afternoon
under the sun…
Photo by Couleur, Pixabay
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