Mortal earth is a shadow
nothing lasts here evermore.
The inside is a complete hollow.
Everyone takes a turn sway not
360-degree it’s a flute!
It was in the way
our leaves fell to the ground
and our branches collided
and our trunks fell upon one another
while the wind blew us down
and although we fell hard and swift
our roots still were sunk deep within the ground
showing no budge or sway
because that is where they (we) will remain:
until the water runs dry
and the sky grows dark
-- anchored in the earth.
Nature is feminine by nature
off the man keeps a step away.
Touch it not but do not sway
eye on to this butterfly
que sera, sera on the way!
A thousand and one sunrise
painted the first light time and again.
Yet it gets lost vanishes in one twilight.
Millions of stars witness
that it gets pitch black.
But one doesn't lose the sight,
one doesn't lose the sway!
Still, the night hooks
the Moon in the dark.
Come bask in the summer sun
let’s slip out fly with the butterflies!
While white fluffy cloud-swans
dip in and rise, surge and fly
up the rainbow arc sway away
come down the blue harbour
ambling along shady lanes
cast your glance treat your eyes!
Sometimes the day smiles
shows me its colour.
No, then the wild blue yonder
doesn’t look to be far
I feel like I got the wings to fly.
But who would sway away
when the rose under the nose
floating on a sea of colour?
The luminary punter too
drops down from the sky.
Paints the broad daylight
as it sails down on its silky way.
Ah, the southern breeze
bends with the rose of the day
peeps in the colour before my eyes.
I could only see missing my butterfly.
Hold onto the little one.
Don’t spill the raindrop
Let it run, let it run!
The sun in a dew
dancing on the rose
let it roll out
a drop of the deep
on the ground.
Let it roll, let it dance.
Take your plunge
swim down the sea
only to sing high
fly out with the cloud!
Like in the sea
the spin is in a
drop of water.
Makes the heart sway.
Follow the river
to the west, the east
the north and the south.
It goes every way.
i know him too well —
the sweaty palms
the wobbly knees
the trembling voice
he sits with me in therapy
scowls at me, clawing his nails into my arms
growls through gritted teeth:
“quit talking about me.”
and the floor tilts underneath.
i do not flinch/shrink/cower;
i remain firm/secure/composed
my tongue is an ammunition
i am no longer afraid to exhaust.
Day #4 of Escapril, prompt: anxiety.
One vast expanse, rolling
Like the leaf that never falls
Holding on, no letting go
What is in a thing
Like thorns on my cowl
Nothing ever turns out all right
Stops all growth
Its getting cold
Your touch gentle as a petal in the wind
Kisses soft as the morning sun rise
Slowly rising from the dust undisciplined
Bringing a comforting warmth to my thighs
Your smell familiar as a dream once dreamt
A sweet taste on lips kissing
Hands on my body gracefully you tempt
Long lasting moments of caressing
A love so kind, as a flowers tender touch
Leaves tumble outside tap tap tap as one
Tightly to you I clutch
Skin now hot like the risen sun
Burning the day in sweet harmony
Hips playing a perfect symphony
A scenic view of warmth and motion
A breeze swaying wild and free
Like a curling wave in the ocean
Holding on as an unripe fruit to a tree
A sunset slowly falling down
Releasing the day with a wink of light
Night settles on the ground
Your beauty is all I have in sight
Together we breathe in coexistence
Your touch more tender than anyone
Resting now with peace and silence
Calm night, for the day is done
The morning is dark, as
if the sun never truly rose;
the street is lit in sepia
tones, heavy clouds
repose on the canopies
of fall-grizzled oaks;
unseen birds warble
in hushed, muffled tones,
while ghostly cars travel
on cloud-dampened roads;
the children, buttoned in
to their back-to-school
clothes, weave or meander
the sidewalk, half-asleep;
- gather the little ones close
in this quiet calm before
the madness strikes -
- know your exits, know
your foes - who knows
what might... happen -
then sun parts languorous
clouds, sending rainbows to
vanquish the mists; sunlight
sparks warmth inside;
gloom and doom forgotten,
a golden day to seize and fly
NCL September 2019
Ever ask for feedback before a piece is done and regret it?
On the heap,
Thou dangle and screech
And bedeck, for I seemingly espouse.
The anecdotes and myths:
Engaged in a mutual pose.
There comes the hymn,
And the sway and the hum;
The abnormality and the deform
Halted on a single stance.
To dozen of the tokens
Whom I prejudged;
The prevalence of the chaos
That sleeps merely on my tongue.
To all the estrangements
From which I refrain,
Within the bawl of the tantrum, upon the hook of the day.
Farewell to all, farewell the haze
Farewell the cluster,
To the resolution found within a fane;
Where rituals confuse,
Where the practice becomes a fame.
There thou taketh solely,
A hymn and an interminable haze.
Whats the sense of the ovation
When no screen displays
A mourning motion
For which no motion craves?
I sigh, and mumble
To which mere consciences giveth
To me only, mine solely.
His to hear and his, keenly.
Here comes the day
With coloured hands and faces
To the music we sway
Touch not with intentions perverse
The festival of colours
My favourite is the vermillion red(gulal)
Will colour you red yellow and blue too
Vibrant the colours
Will bring you happiness and cheer
And moments to rejoice and remember
Gear up with your water guns and sprinklers
Filled with organic colours
No chemicals please
Look for revellers dressed in all white
Drench them all in the hues of the rainbow bright
Munch on the Gujia, a sweet treat
Time for a rain dance to the desi beats
It's time to cheer
Spring is right here
Happy Holi to all on HP
love this song :)
Acts of illusion,
Plotting the ways to be killed,
Dulled his sway in life-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Chivalry rests under a lonely soul
No one seems to get where he goes
He doesn't sleep as he dreams
About beauty queens
He's a fire under ice
In search of paradise
When he finds it in the mist
He will always remember this
Nothing breathes here in the cold
He must die before he grows old
He can pull out your chair
And still pull your hair
His boasting comes from you
As he is proud of what you do
And when you smile and sway
It takes his breath away
Out here in the fields of the distance
whither the wind blows the silence further afield;
roughhewn footprints show a windswept pathway
from whence feral feet lightly trod
Only the passing whispers chase after the gypsy wind:
that the silence be in quire, placed aloft like a sigh,
pealing through the gentle sway of sweet grass' hush
There are no walls need echo an evanescent wind-song
as each breath of earthen psalm vanishes
lilting into the crystalline quietude colour;
The callused patience still held in these hands
is frayed and tattered, but hope heals stronger
than a ream of paper wings to fly away
And I'm mindful I'm not alone again, lost in
a lingering silent storm — pensively listening —
enraptured aneath all the big skies hold
Thank you for reading: Out here in the distance
On days like today
weary I lay,
The delicate flower
is how I am portrayed,
I pray & I pray the rain & wind does not ******* away
I brace myself as I sway with roots gripping the grains.
I grip & I fight in hope of a better tomorrow & today
As I feel as I am just along for the ride,
I start to lose faith through hours of the day.
the clusters of ghastly dark clouds begin to separate,
& The rays beaming through the clouds are breathtaking.
With light & warmth I begin to bloom,
& so do the emotions that were gloom.
When I was in doubt my feelings became frayed,
My experiences helped me blossom from The Delicate Flower I was portrayed.
Sweet Springtime blossoms bud and bloom again
When all that Winter frost is done away
Each nodding stem, each petal zephyrs sway
That’s laden with petrichor after rain.
Hard by the lea and meadow grass and grain
Which toss about in breezes from clouds gray
Along yon wold where creeks flow all astray
And ferns beneath old oaks trees bend and strain.
O yet with gentle passing day and hour,
All emerald green trees resort their dress
Which one beholds with awe all eagerly;
So bask in joy and gather up a flow’r,
Time now to cherish Spring in loveliness,
For soon cold Winter comes on greedily.
12 May 2017 7:50pm EDT
Her branches hung low
to the ground
They brushed the dirt
that they sat upon
How beautiful is pain
when it grows
It has a way to hang
those gentle woes.
See that tree all alone
yet so full?
Her shadows weep
in the bristles of doom
Then the sun comes to play
in the cold bushy monsoon.
As gusty sighs sway her eyes
to greet the galloping moon.
Be not mistaken
I'm here as a creator
Your words hold no sway
Over my designer's eyes
So keep them in your own lines
There are two kinds of people in this world.... (;