B Sonia K

B Sonia K Oct 2019

That yellow sign before oblivion
Looming before me
As I catapulted forward
Over the edges of safety
Into the arms of dangerous waters
Washing over me in tearfully harmony
As I surrendered to its now painless bliss

I faintly recall that yellow sign
If I can just pinpoint what it said?
My thoughts are now drained in murkiness
As comfortable as the softest mattress
******* out all the light in me
Memories pouring
Raining down torrentially
Over my now fading heartbeat

That yellow sign bathed in rusty edges
Stands alone
In the midst of colorless scenery
I see it now and clearly
As my mind slowly tumbles into blackness
That yellow sign
It read “Slow Down”

B Sonia K Jul 2019

Ungiving!

I got lost in my feelings
Which was lost in a song
This song I sang to her
But, she was deaf to my words.

Arms stretched wide
My heart opened
Whispering my feelings in a song
With Lyrics not too long
But, her enclosed heart rejected my words

Choking on the cloudy evening breeze
Accompanied by a cough and a sneeze
Croaking out words but no song
My feelings now left unsung
But, my feet carries the weight of my words

An explosion of my emotions in reverse
Rejection! not once, not twice
Her ways of rejection now diverse
The more I give,
The more I don’t receive
She is cold and ungiving
She is this world.

B Sonia K Jun 2019

I Can’t Find Myself!.

Try as I might,
I feel lost in myself
The myriad of empty rooms
Emptied in itself
Closed doors in my mind
I have trapped myself

Is there any hope
That I might find myself?

I am lost.

May 2019

Batya

Passing through

I traveled a distance
To see a great sage
With wealth only seen
In poor men’s dreams

I arrived at a shack
Broken and bare
I knocked and I entered
The old sage was there

his home was a sight
quite humble indeed
nothing extravagant
nothing to see

Where of the wealth?
-I asked, aghast
How can you live
with nothing to give?

Well what about you?
-He countered
Where are your things?
What do you bring?

But i am not from here!
I'm not like you
You see, I'm just passing through

He smiled and whispered
I'm passing through too.

Based on an old wise tale which i often think about. life is just a journey- what is important, and what is weighing us down?

B Sonia K May 2019

In Doubt...

I lift up my head
And see nothing.

I close my eyes
And see all that can be

But, eyes wide open
I stepped in doubt
And sank myself.

Don’t be afraid to believe in yourself.