He stands still, Nervously Elegantly Holding branches of hopes And dreams and sunkissed leaves. They whrestle, There's music, There's wind. They play. And he laughs For above is the sky But the joy shaded his lonely soul They spoke to him in ways but words. And he was in his prime. Until the magic left … Continue reading The Arching Tree
Frozen leaves, Don't exhibit much life. Caught in a moment between. Captured and captivated, In intricacies good and bad. Lush green, jammed Icy cold. If you drop it cold, it will break. and I, looking at this frozen leaf ask for a similar fate. Icy, cold has no time for warm emotion Numb … Continue reading Frozen Leaves
Slipping grains of sand, particles of warmth to my bare feet. Lost, one more than the other. Like my sanity. Thirst, for water and more for reason. Reason, to believe whats real and whats not. For, I was meant to be misguided, fighting mirages and protecting sandcastles, from the blow of the wind. … Continue reading Desserted
Welcome melancholy, a part of life. I see the world with your deep blue eyes. Everything seems blurry, yet with so much clarity. I cant stop to think of things so many. Now, the world seems slow and my heart feels heavy. But I lift my pen and write away my worries. … Continue reading Melancholy
To breathe, the wholeness of fresh air. I am compromised. To fill me up with morose or joy, Is like a handful of sand, slipping away. I cannot gather hope, for I have tried. Letting go, countless dreams I’ve dreamt. For now, I am an empty vessel. Broken, never to hold again.
Closed doors They make people feel safe, provide security, closure of space, and satisfactory ends, supposedly. But then there are doors behind doors And I'm in a maze. what if I'm on the wrong side, yet to explore a lot of different ways. Closed doors, They keep the monsters out. Closed doors, Leave … Continue reading Closed doors
I do not like to stand still. Halt. Wait, rather patiently, for what comes next. Especially Not! When I don't know, what I am waiting for. The fear of the unknown is grave. I’ve picked paths, hoping it will lead me exactly where I planned. But, all I can do is peddle … Continue reading Movement
Anything but musical, And yet soothing. Is the rain outside my window pane. Crashing violently, thrashing onto the ground. Abrupt and forceful. But these efforts seem vain. As if it were destined to fall. I smear the window glass, which is tainted blurry and hold a drop onto my finger. How … Continue reading Raindrops
We humans, we sometimes like to make a big deal out of the simple joys of life. Now, you may like your tea; strong : layered with intricate flavours. Cardamon, ginger, lemon grass or mint. Or, light : just a tinge of soaked leaves that equates to creating something wholesome. Feather-like, a walk … Continue reading Cup of tea
Fire has never been my element. It has scared me. Its intensity was not something I could draw from. I could be air. the battle of the winds compared to my inner turmoil. But I’d never have that kind of force. Mine would be just a matter of thought. Not action. I have … Continue reading What’s my element?