#seasonschange - Hello Poetry

Kya pareshaniyan hai yeh intezaar, Na Khabar, na paigham, na iblagh What distress this waiting is? No news, no message, no communication Aate jaate hain duniya waalon magar, sakht sozish rehta hai seene mein, yeh intezaar People come and go in the world, But a sharp pain remains in my chest, this waiting Ache aqwaal karte hai bekhauf se, Lekhin ghari tik tik karta hai, yeh intezaar They speak words of comfort fearlessly, But time ticks away slowly, this waiting Mahine beet gaye mausam guzarte, kya barqarar? Aatish-e-rut mahol dil mein, yeh intezaar Months have passed, seasons have changed, what remains? The fire of longing in my heart, this waiting Ab yeh jazb aur zakham-e-rooh kya faida? Shukriya kehta Nacheez, yeh intezaar Now (after all of this), is there any benefit to this intense passion and spiritual wound? Nacheez says thank you, in this waiting

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May 23, 2025

May 23, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC

Nacheez

Intezaar

Kya pareshaniyan hai yeh intezaar, Na Khabar, na paigham, na iblagh What distress this waiting is? No news, no message, no communication Aate jaate hain duniya waalon magar, sakht sozish rehta hai seene mein, yeh intezaar People come and go in the world, But a sharp pain remains in my chest, this waiting Ache aqwaal karte hai bekhauf se, Lekhin ghari tik tik karta hai, yeh intezaar They speak words of comfort fearlessly, But time ticks away slowly, this waiting Mahine beet gaye mausam guzarte, kya barqarar? Aatish-e-rut mahol dil mein, yeh intezaar Months have passed, seasons have changed, what remains? The fire of longing in my heart, this waiting Ab yeh jazb aur zakham-e-rooh kya faida? Shukriya kehta Nacheez, yeh intezaar Now (after all of this), is there any benefit to this intense passion and spiritual wound? Nacheez says thank you, in this waiting

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light green empty branch arms turned away from the brown brick house held in line by the gray edge stones sinking deeper into Winter's drab slumber biding time until the dream of Spring's budding promise becomes a solid future with a stunningly luscious wave of hot pink Hibiscus flowers as a backdrop to the brown brick house kept in check by gray edge stones until the petals drop into the sneaky Autumn sun and desolation sets up shop in lonely green arms again

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Nov 29, 2017

Nov 29, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC

april-dawn

Desolate

light green empty branch arms turned away from the brown brick house held in line by the gray edge stones sinking deeper into Winter's drab slumber biding time until the dream of Spring's budding promise becomes a solid future with a stunningly luscious wave of hot pink Hibiscus flowers as a backdrop to the brown brick house kept in check by gray edge stones until the petals drop into the sneaky Autumn sun and desolation sets up shop in lonely green arms again

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The blustery east wind gathers the fragrant Warm Springs high desert mountain sage, cascading downhill through Dry Creek pass surging downward from above the Hood River valley, with breath of sky's bouquet of billowing aromatic avalanche, gushing of heaven's zephyr The poignant sudden starkness of fiery autumn leaves letting go whirling ― falling helter skelter, pushed urgently flying westbound, beckoned franticly by distant whispered ocean bellows blowin' in the winds of change ― Adrift across Parkdale mountain meadows, Coyote bent, paw trodden ripe sweet grasses, pungent with waft of mountain sage and fermenting apples fallen ― the waxing silence of the marvelous moon echoes just beyond the Lost Lake of the Woods, its golden orange crescent dances on clear lake ripples, high perched sky reflection lapping the moon kissed shoreline ― alone ― The Sliver of the Moon, skinny lithe unripened youth arching as unsated summer love ― sage memories waxing and waning, whiffs of honeyed Jasmine writhing witherings, coalescent time drifts onward ― unstoppable changes never turning around looking back to see their fading reflection recurring ― august rivers 2017 *note to self: September 15, 16 east wind Breathing Waft of lingering Mountain Sage another Autumn soon comes* ... and I'm getting older too

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Oct 1, 2017

Oct 1, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC

harlon-rivers

Waft of Mountain Sage

The blustery east wind gathers the fragrant Warm Springs high desert mountain sage, cascading downhill through Dry Creek pass surging downward from above the Hood River valley, with breath of sky's bouquet of billowing aromatic avalanche, gushing of heaven's zephyr The poignant sudden starkness of fiery autumn leaves letting go whirling ― falling helter skelter, pushed urgently flying westbound, beckoned franticly by distant whispered ocean bellows blowin' in the winds of change ― Adrift across Parkdale mountain meadows, Coyote bent, paw trodden ripe sweet grasses, pungent with waft of mountain sage and fermenting apples fallen ― the waxing silence of the marvelous moon echoes just beyond the Lost Lake of the Woods, its golden orange crescent dances on clear lake ripples, high perched sky reflection lapping the moon kissed shoreline ― alone ― The Sliver of the Moon, skinny lithe unripened youth arching as unsated summer love ― sage memories waxing and waning, whiffs of honeyed Jasmine writhing witherings, coalescent time drifts onward ― unstoppable changes never turning around looking back to see their fading reflection recurring ― august rivers 2017 *note to self: September 15, 16 east wind Breathing Waft of lingering Mountain Sage another Autumn soon comes* ... and I'm getting older too

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The fleeing clouds have cleansed the tawny earthen meadows Migrating sun doth steal away waning light of summer’s glee High atop fir boughs bow in wind whispered homage To the sapience the coloured leaves hath gleaned The sweet scent of auburn brindled pinecone clusters Ooze of glistening pitchy resinous fruit Sticky figured squirrels chatter while they gather, Stashing a survival cache of acorns and spinner seeds, For another moment in sleepy winter tide dreams A swirling eddy of spiraling leaves whirl beneath the tall timber Fluttering gracefully with a gravity only falling leaves embolden Enchanting like the evanescent timbre poignant piano notes decay Writhing silent as summer Jasmine’s fragrant final bloom Dandelion wishes soaring higher to kiss the fleeting winged skies Lazily adrift up and over Cascade Mountain Crest Fuzzy treetop flyers ascending far beyond darting dragonflies below The sliver of golden harvest moon’s blossom aglow ,… While wishing upon a shooting star's paling gleams Serendipity sown about whimsically in the blustery wind For to sow the will of untamed heart’s desires A festive troop of Chickadees clinging like tiny acrobats Foraging on ripened ginger hued fir-cone seeds Wings to the sky wave goodbye to the deciduous cadence Softly wafting with a pungent Lavender potion scented breeze There is a secret place where memories go to hide deeply alive Amongst the wild wood and impending leafless trees, The only place on earth I've ever understood a sense of belonging Where Autumn coloured leaves whisper in the gentle breeze ,… “I would do it all over again” Come September ,..when the leaves come falling down © ... September 15th, 2016

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC

harlon-rivers

Come September ,..when the leaves come falling down

The fleeing clouds have cleansed the tawny earthen meadows Migrating sun doth steal away waning light of summer’s glee High atop fir boughs bow in wind whispered homage To the sapience the coloured leaves hath gleaned The sweet scent of auburn brindled pinecone clusters Ooze of glistening pitchy resinous fruit Sticky figured squirrels chatter while they gather, Stashing a survival cache of acorns and spinner seeds, For another moment in sleepy winter tide dreams A swirling eddy of spiraling leaves whirl beneath the tall timber Fluttering gracefully with a gravity only falling leaves embolden Enchanting like the evanescent timbre poignant piano notes decay Writhing silent as summer Jasmine’s fragrant final bloom Dandelion wishes soaring higher to kiss the fleeting winged skies Lazily adrift up and over Cascade Mountain Crest Fuzzy treetop flyers ascending far beyond darting dragonflies below The sliver of golden harvest moon’s blossom aglow ,… While wishing upon a shooting star's paling gleams Serendipity sown about whimsically in the blustery wind For to sow the will of untamed heart’s desires A festive troop of Chickadees clinging like tiny acrobats Foraging on ripened ginger hued fir-cone seeds Wings to the sky wave goodbye to the deciduous cadence Softly wafting with a pungent Lavender potion scented breeze There is a secret place where memories go to hide deeply alive Amongst the wild wood and impending leafless trees, The only place on earth I've ever understood a sense of belonging Where Autumn coloured leaves whisper in the gentle breeze ,… “I would do it all over again” Come September ,..when the leaves come falling down © ... September 15th, 2016

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The key does not fit And the lock does not open For this place I called home Is no longer my own Will they know the feeling As they gaze from The second floor window "This draft gives me goosebumps As the rain dribbles down the glass And the dog is howling As it thunders over the veranda But it can't touch me I am safe I am home" The season has changed And you've moved away Now the rain's pouring And I don't feel safe

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC

Josephinedougherty

Home no more

The key does not fit And the lock does not open For this place I called home Is no longer my own Will they know the feeling As they gaze from The second floor window "This draft gives me goosebumps As the rain dribbles down the glass And the dog is howling As it thunders over the veranda But it can't touch me I am safe I am home" The season has changed And you've moved away Now the rain's pouring And I don't feel safe

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I need to say that sleeping is... hard to achieve when your goals are set high, and yet something prevents me to convey just how difficult rest is to apply to your day to day life trying to get by Every year around this time I get weird without knowing why... Leaves start to fall and my body starts shutting down in depression that won't let me live my life happily without dodging the darts, here's my vain confession, I'm scrolling through a lie, reading stupid people's denials... just an advice: don't let them tell you that you don't suffice... you **** well know what you have to do, just shut them up with a smile that says "I hate you too" ;)

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Sep 25, 2015

Sep 25, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC

dina-zivkovic

Life is a ferris wheel

I need to say that sleeping is... hard to achieve when your goals are set high, and yet something prevents me to convey just how difficult rest is to apply to your day to day life trying to get by Every year around this time I get weird without knowing why... Leaves start to fall and my body starts shutting down in depression that won't let me live my life happily without dodging the darts, here's my vain confession, I'm scrolling through a lie, reading stupid people's denials... just an advice: don't let them tell you that you don't suffice... you **** well know what you have to do, just shut them up with a smile that says "I hate you too" ;)

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