tombstone lost the name,
wildly growing grass has the gain;
nature stakes more claim!

Sometimes the world is so loud,
all I can hear is screaming.
But other days,
life quiets
and the Earth spins more slowly.
It is on these occasions
when one can at last hear
the crickets in the grass
and the bees buzzing through the air.
Flowers swishing in the wind, here and there.
Among the few humans, there is hardly a care.

It is on these quiet evenings,
with the moon so bright,
every face devoid of fright,
that living life seems quite all right.

But not tonight.

I think being with you would be simple
Like watching the bees in the summertime

I imagine us laying in bed with music playing
We are propped up on our elbows looking at each other

Loving you is like laying in the grass
The sky so clear and I don't worry about anything else

the lovely
                   vapour
around me

foliage
           trees
  sanctuary
                   among the tall grass

the breath          of universal
                     love
                sustains us

an eternity
                                 of bliss

heaven and earth
in my soul


[Note: This was originally a Blackout Poem written using the Blackout Bard poetry app. The original can be found here: https://www.instagram.com/p/Bf9g-moht36/]

And they would
stand with me
refusing to let
light leave the room
like how during storms
the earth holds the grass
close to its chest.
My brothers,
What is this
Mad. Mad. Love.

The sun beamed at the meadow with blissful happiness
As I rested by bones, bathed in warmth, the aroma of grass seasoned slightly by water droplets found itself comfortably in my nostrils

Seas of time seemed to stretch out before me with welcoming arms
The perfect tranquility, the soft breeze accompanied with the swaying of the flowers like some rhythmic dance.

Green trees and foliage delighted to see me as I strolled by.
Just over the dip a pond could be seen, jubilantly conversing with lazy dragon flies.

Berries springing from every bush like glimmering jewels residing peacefully in a crown of leaves.
The tactile curiosity of an ant navigating the plains of my palm.

The blue sky stretching vastly in front of me yet seemed as though it was a canvas, waiting for my imagination to paint

A place where time stops.

Lawnmowers mowing
The familiar smell of grass
Leaves my nose sniffing