a twig snaps beneath my shoe,
the sudden sound shattering the calm atmosphere.
sunlight dapples over my skin,
rippling across my clothes,
pooling in my cupped hands
as if i were holding it.
delicate leaves rustle overhead,
my attention to the emerald glow above only broken
by the hum of a bumblebee
buzzing its way to yet another flower.
trees, seemingly protective,
surround me,
their trunks a shelter for such a variety of creatures.
sweet birdsong echoes above.
a woodpecker taps a home somewhere to my left.
a chipmunk skitters across my path
and into the still ferns,
causing them to shudder.
the scent of soil, of leaves, of nature, floods me.
i wonder about the world,
about the mountains and about the sea.
about my friends, my family,
about strangers with lives
just as complex and unknowing as my own.
i ponder myself, my life,
where will i go?
what will i do?
will it all be worth it?

-l.s.

i. lips the color of nostalgia
a cute girl says
                   "i'm so drink, send hell"

ii. hollows that won't echo
signs point to the phrase
                     "your god is worn out"

iii. mimicry but only in shape
everything bright enough to burn
never keeps detail when eyes close

Sometimes
When the place
gets too crowded
And the faces start to blend
They form yours
Sometimes
When there’s no one but my thoughts around
You become the devil in my details

As of now everything that comes to mind is apart from what was thought prior
Definitely even after a brief disturbance everything seems to be certain in life with the only exception of future, which remains uncertain.

As of now plans which were been made since long time are laid to rest
Planning takes a back seat as more and more facts get revealed with time that keeps on moving.

Initially what was thought as a possibility now needs to be explored in depth and in detail
Everything is kept on hold, since everything seems uncertain with regards to present and future.
Thoughts of what was planned earlier are kept on hold, since the need of hour is to take the right line of action
By doing so the the next step that needs to be taken can be thought upon and decided correctly and clearly.

Time now to decide upon the right line of action, since need of hour demands the same.
Extreme situations need extreme measures to be taken as facts cannot be ignored and truth will remain firm as it is in it’s place,
as it was prior.

White Converse shoes,
Pants pulled up like
You came straight
From the 50s.
McFly! McFly!
You were reading
The paper when
You got up to ask me
To borrow a chair.
After all, it was dark
Where you were sitting,
And it takes a healthy
Amount of natural light
To read the paper.
At least that's what you told me.  
Of course I obliged because  
It does make it easier
For me to write about you when
You're sitting right across
From me. Mr. Plaid Shirt with
A Pilot G-2 Gel Ballpoint Pen.
Maybe if you're lucky,
Your coffee won't be cold
By the time you read,
"Animal Cuisine, for Animals,"
Or, "This Sushi Waits for No One."
What does it say about me
That I would sit here
And describe you as you read?
I could interrupt you,
Asking you a few questions
To really get to know you.
I assume you're a kind person
Based on the laughter-lines
Surrounding your eyes;
Based on the way you smiled
At that young woman as
She walked by.

I can tell you about the day I met her.
I can't tell you the day of the week or even the date, but I can tell you details.

I can tell you that she was wearing a grey hoodie and pink converse.
I can tell you that she had the most amazing smile I've ever seen.
I can tell you that she had her hair down, but brushed behind her ear,
And I can tell you that her hair is a grey-brown colour.

I can tell you about the other day when we went out to the local woods. She was wearing all black.
But she was smiling, and I can tell you that she has the cutest blush ever that starts by her nose and covers her entire face.

I could tell you all about her.
I couldn't tell you what body spray she was wearing, but I can tell you that it smelt like spring, and comfort.
I can tell you that you could search the Amazon rainforest and not find something that smelt as nice.

I could tell you all that, it just wouldn't do her justice.

What a thing it is to claim a smile.
To grant command
to ranks of muscles ever-ready,
but rarely used,
to produce such radiance
that means I must turn away lest I be blinded.
Regardless of all other commitments
I lay claim to that smile of yours
if only unofficially
if only just for now.

Details are always painful
Whether they are justifications
from a cheated partner or the
long monotonous description of a
curriculum's historical event.

Details always hurts
Whether these are the innumerable
unfulfilled promises of a minister or the
revealed reality of a schadenfreude
in disguise of your friend.

Details are always excruciating
Whether these are the tormenting
statements of a **** victim or the
soul piercing words of the people
living in blighted areas on social media.

Details always left you sombre
Whether they are the elucidation of your
acquaintance's tragic demise or the
rendition of a symbolic line in
Shakespeare's play.

Details always give you cold shivers
Whether it is listening to a horror
story in a solitary hostel room or the
sour scolding of your parents
for ******* up your exams.

The predicament is that
Details mostly give us a food
for thought but ultimately we all
end up grieving on things and doing
nothing about them.

Next time you encounter any DETAIL
that left you with even a bit of
of bad emotion,not just get grief-stricken
do something about it,so that you
don't feel bad when you confront it again.

and the way that you laugh, tongue on teeth
and the way that your styled like this "I am not a poet"
and the way that I know you are.
The way that you confuse me day in, day out,
and the way that I don't mind.
The way that I have showed you pen to paper,
And the way I'm trying to perplex you with these words.