#effulgence
Closing the book
wherein I laid
my memories,
I rest the tireless pen
atop the aged leather.
The fire, still roaring,
Looked more alluring.
I nestled by the warmth
of the charred hearth
The flames crept slowly out
to embrace my body
taking me in.
Fuel for the fire
I give myself
to the pyre.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
The pain, oh how it stings.
Absence of you
Echoes like soles
Speaking in empty halls.
The darkness will never be alit
with your smile.
Our world once spent
Together
Is now in Isolation.
Peace and tranquility
I hope find you
&
Stay themselves
In your ethereal heart.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
Her love was unmatched
It was violent
Like the tide.
The deepest blue
waters held
all her secrets.
Her touch, warm and welcoming
Always comforting.
Nothing more pleasant
Than hearing my name
Escape her lips.
As quickly as her memory
arrives
It fades.
Allowing cold to enter
and keep its
stay.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
My hand traces letters
that will build the scene
for hope.
It was you that installed
my ability for hope.
Learning was an endless
journey
to which I never grew tired
or weary.
Your hands held
the weight of my world
in their palms.
All of the joys in this world
were gifts
from you.
Smiles seen for miles
lighting the darkest
chasms.
Hope came from you.
A most precious
gift.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
Upon opening the great oak door,
a warmth greeted me.
There, inside the room devoid of any souls but my own,
sat a single desk neath the lonely window
&
the counterpart chair tucked between its legs.
The fire lowly roared,
its flame filling the room with soft beams of light
escaping through the window.
As I close the door behind me, the latch clicking shut,
I notice a journal, tattered and aged,
beside a pen and jar of ink.
The journal empty
the pen worn from more hands than one.
I pull out the chair, its feet vibrating against the floor
the sound reverberating off the walls
echoing into the vaulted ceiling.
I held the pen, and dipped it into the ink
black as coal, and stained the pages
with my reflections.
Memories.
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
I made my way to the front.
The invitation was subtle.
The cold gray stones
shifted
cracked
and
chipped
under the pressure of my heels.
Dark
Worn
Splintered
Rails
Drew my hands, ever so familiar.
I pressed up the aged steps
to a door of old wood & character.
Its constitution still intact and uncompromised.
An iron handle, worn smooth from visitors past,
waited for my embrace
and the latch, warm to the touch,
gave way under my eager thumb.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 3:00 AM UTC
Shrouded by a thicket of trees
a humble building sat.
Earthen brown & her windows
aged.
That old glass topped with frost and dirt.
Gently, I clear the thin veil
with my beaten hands.
Lo, there lay the roaring flame.
Neslted on the hearth
within the mantle.
Awestruck in its beauty,
I lost myself to time.
Day tenderly fell to dusk
and dark laid the pines.
I peered through that glass.
Lo, there lie the roaring flame.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
It cut through the fog
the ever distant yellow glow.
Hints of red, dancing
between the corruscating beams of amber.
Resplendent light, so warm
and inviting,
surely had never been seen
like this before.
That light which broke through
the thickness of fog and tree
met my worn and tired face.
Filling each crease and fold with
a sense of exuberance.
The yellows & reds danced
joyously and how,
oh how I wondered
about their home.
Which surely must be
a hearth below a mantle.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC
It is but a somber feeling.
The lonely heart that yearns
for companionship.
Creating such a haze
amidst the trees.
I now wonder blind
&
lost.
The thinly veiled purple of night
draws nigh
absent of light.
My eyes not adjusted
to the deafening dark.
Oh! loss & hearts refrain
how I breathe with disdain
The cold that leaves the air
so still, unforgiving, & unfair.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
Stones & bramble branches
break
under each step I take.
The smell of forest
& of damp earth
fills the chilled air.
Bark from trees bites
deep into my hands.
Steril wind cuts through emerald green pines.
The oiled needles brushing side by side.
The very breath I need
I can't seem to find.
I fear this forest has stripped me
of that prize.
Yet, I continue on. Forward, though lost.
I make my way.
In isolation, day by day.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
Neck deep in water,
Darter bird suddenly flies,
A pure zen moment.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
Blasphemous black cloud, though robust in look, just vapor proud,
You borrow belligerence from swirling west wind's boldness,
Remorselessly you prevent the Sun's extent of rule by limitless light,
You are malevolent to the world to whom sun is the only visible God,
Benevolently ruling the earth, synchronizing the cycles with his moves,
You only have a life too short, not fully aware of your own limits
Or taking in to account, the effulgence of the sun sustaining all,
Why rebel, ever thought about the result of such an impulsive act?
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
those words rolled
out of my tongue,
become all yours.
***
മൂന്നു സുവർണ മൊഴികളാൽ ബന്ധിതർ നമ്മൾ (10 വാക്കുകൾ )
എൻ നാവിൽ നിന്നാ -
മൊഴികൾ പൊഴികയായ്,
അവയെല്ലാമിനി നിനക്കുള്ളതായ്.
(Translated in to Malayalam)
***
மூன்று பொன் வார்த்தைகளால் முடிந்திடப்பட்டோம் (10 வார்த்தைகள்)
என் நாக்கிலிருந்து
அந்த வார்த்தைகள் பொழிந்தன,
அவையாவும் உன்னுடையதாயின.
(Translated in to Tamil)
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
A sunlit narrow path cleaving
overgrown green hedge, both ways,
such exhilarating surprises, it too can offer,
but would one expect, in the first place?
On my track, I stand arrested hold that flower,
that made my heart jump, in my front,
felt being washed inside out
by a kind wave, transformed.
The flower, romancing the sun
still is on it's branch,alive
didn't feel the temptation
to pluck it like many times before.
Even the beauty's name is unknown to me,
just another hibiscus,amidst her cousins,
"I love the one next to her, the purple one"
said a female voice, a wayfarer like me.
Standing by me, she adoringly looked at her favorite,
I had no hesitation to accept it, like mine.
no ranking makes sense, each has
own quicksilver tongue, if you 'd listen.
"Look at you! how pleased you look
I love the folks, that adore flowers!"
she sounded like a skylark, hands of
evening sun caressed her, we are kindred spirits.
"You have wide eyes like girls,
eyes seeking beauty reflect it"
we held hands like childhood friends,
long lost, looked at each other's eyes.
Isn't it the feeling one try to capture and define,
when trying to say what poetry makes to happen?
it's there, a tangible feeling, if you know what it means,
on our separate ways we went, gifting what to keep for ever.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC