Like a threadbare rug
weaved in only the colour of moon
I carried you in my soul
long before
we met

Being with you
is like watching snowflakes
for the first time
Ice melts
warmth fills my soul
and a folk tune plays
in the universe

With every word
The rush of night waves lapping across my mind
turn quiet
Your light enters the dark room of my soul
And I am redeemed

A low hum turns into a roar
whispers become chants
thunder drums beat into the heart
of all that needs telling

In a slow
carefully woven tale
An old moss-ridden porch
longs for company
in a deserted neighbourhood

A refugee
has found
Home

In the arena
she carried
all her failures
her misgivings and regrets
her empathy and pain
her madness, bitter and vain

As if they were battle scars
and she held them close, like armour
because she knew, that without them, she wouldn't exist

She was covered in fallen leaves and flowers

I  heard a  strange sound

and spotted the plastic bottles


I plucked the plastic off her

she left out another soft sigh of pain

and then, it rained

A baby eagle
flies
in wake
of the sun
A quiet sea lies
in wait
I write letters
to my friends
and
slip them under the rug
For,Love cannot be expressed
A sentient truth
moves through
the crevices
of somewhere
Winter has almost died
‘it’s all fading’,
they tell me
‘Even if
you tried’
I sit and watch
as times passes
a baby eagle’s flight

Sunlight filters through the curtains
and falls on the floor
Cups of chai
are leftovers of our sunday morning
The cold air is quiet still
as if awaiting
poetry

I enter a deep state
of solitude
where soft whispers
are uttered delicately
like wildflower garlands
where worlds meet
without judgement

Where I find you
in all the patterns that come together
to become
a gathering
of me

O Beloved,
this magic of you
is the life pulsating
through my entire
universe

Crawl your way up
the bitter earth
Break open
And breathe

There’s a world out there
for you to see
but first
you must learn
to weather a storm
to swim a sea ...
and grow as if you were a tree
each day, everyday

you must live
like it is the beginning
as if the story has
just  started
and you are the master of your own mystery  

So, gather your soul
wait for the sunlight
stay rooted,feel the breeze
on your warm skin

And Breathe ...