#stepping
I have always been reluctant for stepping towards the path of expertise because the kid inside my heart laughs out innocuously on my foibles which I prefer over demeaning.
© SPRIHA KANT
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:26 AM UTC
Every step I take towards living,
I'm stepping away from my calling
I'm stepping everywhere
end up getting nowhere
in search of stepping stones,
to move up the ladder
without grasping the idea
that these stones,
in due time,
will be steps I climb
up the downstair.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
To speak of my pains is my release from which.
It is not merely my drudgery within the muds of self-wallowing.
It is an awakening when I read my own words and learn who I am in that moment.
It is a point from which to move on, a stepping stone.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
You drop
Your body and become. "I"
Howling will rise
from spinal curvature.
Wolf was running in circles.
The carnivore would
never smell the roach.
He wants only the pith.
You snare a parakeet
to share the pain. "I" became
"You" in a trap. Still knowing the self,
was important.
I burn in your prayer.
I am the sea, and I was
the setting sun.
The mother poppy cries
for the family.
How the sky will cover
the orange moon?
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
And every step
Stepping
Towards you
Is a leap
Full of laughter
Painless
Light on my heart
And every step
Stepping
Towards you
Is sped as I land
Back onto earth
Back into my life
And every step
Stepping
Towards you
Is rebalancing myself
As I try to understand
What it is that I am doing
As I gaze out to the empty horizon
And every step,
Stepping
Towards you...
Is full of worry
Every next step reconsidered
Every next foothold possibly
Disfigured
The uncertainty in each step...?
Whispers and whispers
Of silence
Whispers and whispers
For warmth
Whispers and whispers...
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
the bittersweet silent story of my life age
fifty and nine automatically rebroadcast
in indelible (yet never washed out) beige
indistinguishably linkedin, when counting
the last three of seventy somber orbitz,
signify torturous custom made cage
whose darkening shades of gray
housed a weakened Harriet Harris,
an ashen corpse lay
no doubt a grown changeling dust play
a cruel trick, and soul of me mum didst slay,
so...tis with great difficulty aye write this poem today
cathartic to brush off self denunciation,
an albatross that dust way
heavily incriminating, ostracizing this mind of mine,
recurring every year comb May fourth a line
codifying, delineating, earmarking,
and doth likened
to elementary school Boyer
as in Henry Kline
no less painful reflection plus unavoidable,
hence this middle aged man lets feelings incline
toward self expression this anniversary
revisiting re: deign
upon memorializing general up beat
defiance at death of thine late mother,
where disease rabidly did eat
ting her til she expired,
this singular married heir
set himself a writing fete
wordlessly mouths never expressed greet
unbeknownst reeders gleaning my sentiments heat
ting recollected adieu bid prior,
whence she angrily wanted to meet
that accursed nemesis
against healthiness and repeat
cherished apothegm,
that existence offers no second act
as she relinquished slipping tenuous weak bract
leave ving ever fainter grip upon cracked
pommel of mortality, an immutable fact
thence black knight denounced, pounced, hijacked
trounced unannounced, vanquished, lacked
motive to rival nixed, extinguished sputtering pact
fast fading joie de vivre unspoken,
where death rattle racked
personal def tone accentuation tracked
subsequent self castigation,
excoriation nearly whacked
me to Timbuktu rebuking extolling bless
sing experienced from
this sole son for thirteen years, aye confess
when the inimitable Harriet Harris
devastatingly, grievously, inconsolably,
got hexed, issued jilted livingsocial, a less
son learned to late, how maddeningly mess
say yon nick lee infuriated, not accepting press
sing ill fate, nor countenancing fatal injustice,
refusing to curtsy fiendish inxs did ****
her off (poisoned scorpion sting) remiss
cheekily peppering psyche as if Swiss
cheese, a once spunky Arthur Murray shored
dance instructor, who scored
door prize in the guise of thee less torte sured
near nonagenarian papa, where meanness poured
from grim mortal outlook parlayed moored
deadly reaper, quashed, ruined as lord
stole, sacred maternal tribal nurse, unfairly did hoard
final precious seconds unexpectedly meant un explored
positive rapport forever undergirded "door"
closed to resolve ambivalence with venerable bead
did association between
kith and kin, unfairly
dead poet society lettered deed
wrested a vibrant life despite zest that freed
a vibrant gal to coast along dialed up esprit
de corps spirit to live, yet greed
of metastatic cancer upended lead,
where mind over matter, sans power
in positive thinking rubric and plead
ding didst **** last ditch homeopathic screed
ambitions ******* thus giving up the ghost
wracking sadness, sinking sorrow spilling most
lee tears of loss, among family, fellow Unitarians
of the Thomas Paine Fellowship
included with your obituary post.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
I will not be the hands that whisper across your skin--
the weathered kisses and cracked lips.
My caged heart is not your drum.
I will not be your stepping stone--
your weeping willow.
(6.18.17)
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
I see you have walked away in short notice,
Nice to know how much I worth to you.
Just another easy target,
Another girl in the list,
Another heart to play with.
I shouldn't have let you in
in the first place,
I should have known we are just a detour off the main road.
{ e.i }
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Deathlessness
becomes my Oedipus
Restlessness is my Vein
I spy from the Windows
upon the Exterior ;
It's Humid, Night and Rain
I pave my Thoughts ;
all bark and froth
I Pound in Drinks
It Powers tight my Bellows
I Hound the Clock
My energy thrives out a fan of nerves
I create an idea of what's soon to be
A plan of a posable culture
forms flossy in my Tide
and
(as the Night Out steps up)
It Bites firm in my mind
I stride across the threshold
Betraying nothing
Of the Savage I've put together
Slough Suited in neat Disguise.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
I'm a stepping stone that was stepped a few hundred too many times
You have to forgot about implementing Jewels on me
I want to be a pedestal
Something that's seen as higher
Because i'm more than your lyre of heavy weight objects
We're all worth more than what we think
But every now and then i don't think
And that's my my biggest vice
If Miami was even paying attention.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
I've read stories about boys like you
The kind that break hearts
Just by stepping away
I've sung songs about boys like you
the kind that rip apart lungs
and kiss with their teeth
I've loved boys like you
who crossed their hearts and hoped to die
But ended up just killing me
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Step by step,
one step at a time,
only one.
One by one moving ahead one step at a time
Only one step needs to taken at a time
Never did it matter, nor did it bother to the mind,
but since it's a habit always maintain and follow good habits.
Always remember, it's important,
keep in mind and stick to the same all the time.
Always take only one step at a time.
Whether climbing up or stepping down a flight of stairs
Always remember,
step by step, only one step to be taken at a time.
One by one, always take only one step at a time.
Experience and influence play an important role in everyone’s life
Constructive approach and right attitude makes all the difference between winning and losing
Approach and attitude are different from each other as is chalk from cheese
Yet both are important
They have there own role to play in everyone’s life
Both possess the ability, capacity and scope to make a difference in an individual's life
Hence while getting the future ascertained make the right use of each one of them so as to know their difference
Try to understand the need of hour and then act accordingly
Slow and steady wins the race, hence it always important to take only one step at a time.
Step by step, one step at a time
One by one, only one step needs to taken at a time.
Never did it matter, nor did it bother to the mind,
but since it's a habit always maintain and follow good habits.
Always remember, it's important,
keep in mind and stick to the same all the time.
Always take only one step at a time.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
For every step I take,
I seem to get pushed back.
but as I move,
the force is getting weaker.
But I'm stepping forwards,
not backwards anymore.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Perhaps your duty in my life
Was to serve as a stepping stone
Between the love I leave behind
And the one that has yet to grow.
Perhaps you were meant to tempt me
From this oncoming disaster
But push me far enough away
Into the arms of my soul mate.
Maybe I should be thanking you
For this disappointment I feel
But I know that in the moment
I just wish I was in your arms.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
i learned something baby
by stepping out on you
i found your friend would do the things
you just wouldn't do
dinner, drinks and dancing
I was stepping out on you
In the end I found out why
I'm in love with only you
I vowed to love you over no one else
Our love was stale and stuck up on the shelf
I had to re ignite it, remember just why I love you
And the way I found out was, By Stepping out on you
I learned just what it was
that made me fall for you
I remembered all those things
by stepping out on you
I vowed to love you over no one else
Our love was stale and stuck up on the shelf
I had to re ignite it, remember just why I love you
And the way I found out was, By Stepping out on you
I've got to tell you baby
I love all that you do
I learned just why I love you
By stepping out on you
I learned just why I love you
by stepping out on you
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
I do not want to wake up seeing what I see,
the shivers down my spine,
the fear within my heart.
I cower at the thought of being free,
when the stars will align,
when I must play my part.
I do not know of who I will be,
will I shine,
or will I trip at the start.
I must step out this door and flee,
released from this confine,
I must make life art.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC