#grains
Staying is a form of haunting.
I don't know
whether it's the mind or the heart
that refused to let go,
incessant, untouched.
My trail steered towards
their station,
a cerulean sky,
an ekphrastic response
where the jigsaw-interlock
of sand grains mocked
the subtle imperfections
inherent in any life.
So you joined the dance anyway.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
Happiness is but sand in a hourglass
all the memories sit at the bottom of the pit
ones left to look upon in remembrance
waiting
waitin
waiti
wait
wai
wa
w
wa
wai
wait
waiti
waitin
waiting
..............
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to be turned over again
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
Fleeing from the shackles of yesterday,
trickling down to a catharsis
at the slender neck of the hourglass,
the golden grains dribble down
to create my present.
My days out-flowing
the forgottenness of the past
creating a newness
that explodes in every cell!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
Countless generations walked here
ever since humanity dawned on this planet.
Some honoured, but many obscure –
like flowers that bloom in the wilderness
without an eye to adore their beauty!
On the sands of time,
they all left their footprints… but
with their swift sweeps, the sea waves
wiped them to oblivion.
But the grains of sand revere
all the feet that ever kissed them.
With great awe, they treasure in their souls
their footprints, celebrate
humanity’s sojourn on this planet!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
The trees pressed to the earth,
Express mirth,
To seasons worth.
Their foliage,changing colours,
A palette for an artist's valour.
Heat,rain and snow,
Through it all,they simply grow.
Their fruits I love to eat,
Under their shade,to rest I sit,
Upon one of them,I build a tree house for my son,
To play and have fun.
High and low on the trees,
Birds' nests I see,
According to their kind,
Beautifully designed.
I breathe their oxygen,
Through my lungs it courses on.
I drink their rain,
Live on their grain,
For them I should give a hand,
To save them on this land.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
We ponder our existence on the cliffs
of thought,
shall we just gaze at the shallow waves
collecting grains of contemplation.
Or shall we dash our memories
on the rocks of life.
But there is always another view reaching
out to the distance,
And that one we gather our silent thoughts upon.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
On a cold night
He drowses a side of road
Heartly praying to God with silence
Next day , with gastric band in stomach
Endless umpteen tears in eyes
Rambles all around
Making melancholy melody
He eats and breaths poverty
And overdose leads to the ***** of death...
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 6:54 AM UTC
Imminent grainy current
constrained in flight
downward
onto
a pile of past moments
/#dmperez
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Green
Refreshing
Maturing to become
Grains that will feed us
WIth the sweat of the farmer
WIth the tears of the widows and daughters
WIth the sorrow of the indebted ..
WIth the curse of the deprived and downtrodden..
We don't see the stories behind the scene
We relish the fancy recipes of the Master Chefs
Of fragrant rice, golden rice and the slim and slender grains
We forget the dark, thin, slender bodies who make it for us...
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Tiny grains of love
I always pick them up
Left-overs of their past
For me they're a must
Tiny grains of love
You're what I'll ever have
You're my golden dust
Something mine that'll last
Tiny grains of love
You're what I must have
Yet a precious sand
That kept slipping through my hands
Tiny grains of love
When will my glass be filled
When will I ever be drunk
When will I ever get to taste
A cup full of love
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
The next time you hold in your hands,
The tiniest little grains of sand
Think of how precious the smallest things can be
Like diamonds, or newborn babies feet.
Then think of the world as a grain of sand
Tiny, precious, and in someone else's hands
If we're lucky, they'll lay us gently back on the beach.
If not, by tomorrow we'll be within the tides reach.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
Eternity,
Is but a moment
Life,
Feels like it lasts forever,
But time is just a clock ticking away
All the grains of sand..
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC