NuurSeraph: Favorites

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

mark john junor

she paints ugly things in pretty colors
she runs with the devil and whispers with the saints
she is a good girl in bad times
she's a angel in disguise
you can find her riding shotgun
in the roughest part of town
you can find in her the softest heart
she is a flower blooming in a field of thorns
she is a woman to be reckoned with
and a force of nature to be feared
but she will always be kind and gentle
she paints ugly things pretty colors
and gives them happy homes
she really is an angel in disguise

(for the grocery store girl)

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

Ramblings

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

M S

Ramblings

If I pen down why I'm this way now, will it be a sad truth?
If the yellow-ochre walls turn grey somehow, can I call this a gloomy day?
Can all people bear the sickness inflicted upon them-
Or are some of us superhumans and the rest just ordinary men?
If I scribble some things I saw in a dream and feel better about today-
Will you tell me why the last day we met was the last day I wept-
yet I'm not doing better now anyway?

#sad #blue #light #ramblings #sickness

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

Indigenous

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

M S

Indigenous

Damsel in distress
but in Indian streets.
Look how she walks
and, look how she speaks
she takes too much pride in her being
she's asking for it, isn't it?
Look how she talks- her hands fluttering
Look how she weeps now
Her hands quivering.

In memory of all the lives lost to monstrosities which are more common than you'd think.

#indian #equality #women #respect #daughters #rights

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

By The Shores Of Malachite

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

South-by-Southwest

By The Shores Of Malachite

Upon the shores of Malachite
Next to the cobalt seas
Under molten silver slivers of moonbeams
That shatter on the crystal icing
Covering the diamonded waterfall
By the golden sand . . .
Gather the Unicorns
Of Neptune , Uranus , and Pluto and beyond
Playfully cavorting between
Steel seas and emeralded mountains
On the frozen sands of time unchanged
For a thousand Earth's comings

But it's just a dream
A lunacy , a nothingness in the night
All my Unicorns have taken to flight
And were never there
Or were they ?

All the frozen seas . . .
Are now warm Florida Keys
Under a full August moon
And all the mountains . . .
Are impossible fears
That have faded into prairies
Swelling like seas
And there are no proof prints
In the sands of time
Of a far away race
Frozen in time

#mountains #emerald #cobalt #unicorns #asprin

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

Marked Down As A Day Dreamer

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

nivek

Marked Down As A Day Dreamer

I have been on one of those frequent mind adventures
the kind you only acknowledge when you have returned.
The kind that your teacher would mark down as day dreaming
the kind that non day dreamers would call useless, and in the process, cancel out their importance in the scheme of things altogether.

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

Who knew

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

Renae

Who knew

Who knew there was a Fibonacci sequence to a spiral shell or constellation?

Who knew the seeds of a sunflower were so intricate; 30 something this way... 53 that?

Who knew roots needed fungus
Who knew water could rise 60 ft. or more through trunks to branches, twigs and leaves?

Is your mind boggled yet?

Well thought out creation does not come about by chance

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

Not About Love

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

M S

Not About Love

The author of my favorite book would’ve never said ‘favorite’
He does talk about sacrifice and really deep things
And that word can’t explain any of it.
He says we always choose what we can’t have and cry over it
But now all that just sounds like a pop song about a pretty girl
With flaxen hair and long –long legs figuring out her way
I wish my tale was more cinematic, but it is dry as hell.
Today is no better than yesterday
Just a different shade of sickly blue
I deliberately keep avoiding the context of love
Because it’s so basal and we’ve refined tastes
Or so I think
I know little boys don’t think that much and
Little girls are told good girls don’t play with fire
Wretched, needy begging bowl of a soul
Invested too much on a gambler’s lucky streak
Now I’ve woken up to an endless sabbatical from relevance
I hold on to a smile
One that remains long after it’s gone
Like the sudden flicker of street lights in a rainy day
Doesn’t make a big deal about itself
And eyes that don’t melt concrete or anything but
Eyes that could make a cold-blooded killer cry
And they hoodwinked me
Perhaps we’re naked in heaven
To make up for all the deception in our lifetime.

I'm still not very confident about the title.

#eyes #cry #blue #light #deception #ideas #random #soulful

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

Guardian

Mar 2015 NuurSeraph

Joel M Frye

Guardian

My unrelenting guardian of the years,
to claw the scales of blindness from my eyes
won't spare the consequences of my fears.

Bankrupted soul, emotional arrears
will send me seeking you in anguished cry,
my unrelenting guardian of the years.

Removing self from lover's touch come near,
avoiding agony of being passed by
won't spare the consequences of my fears.

A draught of venom cloaked as cup that cheers
is snatched away before I drink it dry
by unrelenting guardian of the years.

The flaying of my own back, copious tears,
repeated penances all gone awry
won't spare the consequences of my fears.

When called upon for strength, he will appear;
should I refuse the help, he'll let me lie.
My unrelenting guardian of the years
won't spare the consequences of my fears.