The fairy of the ruins
Dances away to life's rythm
Chanting tales of the past
Holding together the cracks of time
Sharing her beauty with the dead
Dusting away broken cobwebs
Eternally cradling hearts
Of angels and demons alike
Seeing through imperfections
Of our flawless cores
Rising to her strength
Beautifully as ever
As if it's her only purpose
Watching over wondering eyes
And crumbling souls
Marvelling at the grandeur
Of what once was
Breathing the oldness
As a reminder of the present
Blessed are those
Who meet these Apasaras
Weaving light into our paths
Living deep within
the ruins of our souls...
And in the monuments of people we meet.
Have you ever met an Apsara so pure?
Who invokes the love we can be...
Who embraces the love that we are.
- Divya Prasad
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC
She emerged like a lotus
Unsullied from the mud
A heart so pure
A handful of lotuses
And eyes, gleaming with love.
Her warm smile
Opened the petals of my heart
She appeared to my eyes
As one in the world
Yet not from it.
- Divya Prasad
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
The turquoise hums the prayers
The sacredness rises
In Palo Santo’s wisps
The totems voice the spirit’s call
As sun gods wake in hues of gold
The peyote’s eyes
Guide the soul back home
The feathers dance
To the heart’s beat
The spirit journeys
In circles of burning pipes
The roots within embrace
Mother earth’s womb
Beads of sweat
Shed the tears
For what once was
The lost parts within
Find their home
The flutes sing
Stories of the heart
The pyre flickers a feeling
As the soul's moon rises
Swaying feathers
Catch a dream
In the willow webs bloom;
Heart’s infinite flower.
~ Divya Prasad
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 2:00 AM UTC