So, you’re looking for a God.

Yes, that’s true.

May I know why?
To find the ultimate truth?

Yes, that’s right.

May I suggest one thing?

Yes, please.

Be human first, or else
You would end up picking up a devil.

I am like a rootless flower,
floating on the surface of the water,
going wherever the current drags me.
I have no roots, no attachment to anyone.
If I come across to you while floating,
we can be together until the current drags us to different places of the water.
I will not mourn for you,
for I will keep floating on my own.
I am not afraid of the rocks on the way or of the current.
And you will come across to another rootless flower which will make you forget my existence.

November..
Month of yellow leaves,
Breezy weather and incomplete feelings.
Feeling of uneasiness..

Month of broken hearts
and incomplete love stories..
Feeling of being left behind,
feeling of loneliness..

As the days, weeks and months pass,
every memory will vanish..
Yet first, I will forget your face,
then your smell.
Then all the good and bad times we spent together.
As the time goes by, we will slowly disappear from each other's mind.
Now it is painful, but time heals everything.
Recovery takes time.

my shadows warn of looming undercurrent
   it is already here
familiar shackles                        ankle-biting
     at old touch points
feet trudge
                      heavy
                              ­    then light
                      heavy
                               ­                       then light

I cut my strings 2 years ago                                (some of them)

                                                      the crown tips

shedding is continuous
heavy
            light
heavy
            light
heavy
­            light
                           I am learning to carry it well
to march
                 — in spite of burdens
                                                       /excess is a burden
                                                       /my burden is light

a forced dance at my feet
  I shuck and jive
   for a reticent forest
leaves applaud                        trees are unamused
                 — they’ve taught me better

                                                   stop running
                                                      plant in it
                                                    breathe it in
                                                              ­                  winter is   here

I tint your eyes in hues of an auburn sky,
set aflame a starling's wings, flapping lazily in delight.

You are my sunset, a gentle murmur from within,
I will see you again, when the sunken snow drops return back in spring.

© fey (06/07/24)

I'm kind of glad
that the world is dying today.
I've longed to beseech the ruins lost,
under the abyss ink of my gentle fingerprints, as I
dance among the sage green moss
and meadows shine, the dew drops glint.
I am of doom, I am of loss.
I'd love to see the world forsaken.
Only now, only today has the universe marked me as its prey
and I bent towards the ending day.

© fey (12/11/24)

Not a rock
carved smooth ovate
immutable in ossified intent

but an egg
quiescent peacock hues
hatching in YOUR imagination

What must it be like? To be
⋆｡°✩ A STAR ⋆｡°✩
Seated in the midst of excellence,
Beyond the every day's sub-par.
Shining.
Big, Bold, bright and golden.
I want to be one.

The subject of jealous eyes and deep desires.
⋆｡°✩⋆ A STAR ｡°✩
held high in sky and sparkling fires.
To live in richness and drenched in luxury,
The realisation of all the admiration,
a being of sheer fascination.
Born all adored and golden.
Shining light near and far.
One day. I want to be. I will be.  
                    ⋆｡°✩ THE STAR ⋆｡°✩