Journey- A Question

“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
― Heraclitus

A grandeur of illusion

a miracle of sorts

trailblazing your dreams

and circling and creating

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Self love

Happy Valentine’s Day to all the lovelies. Love can happen anywhere, anytime with anyone but it always starts with you. Self-love is the best way to live.

A warm and a tight hug 

can do wonders I have heard

It can lick and suck all your pain

for those who have eternally suffered

It’s that magic potion

that elixir

that have worked wonders 

Supplication

You leave me somewhere between the
pleasure and pain
between dreams and reality
the moment you bite your lip
and moans deeply
and leaves me with that aching
it feels so surreal
I feel so alive

How do we still fall in love?

Fool’s love is all that they say
they abhor the pain and still want to stay
Can’t change the way we are so willing
the way it morphs and shines
like broken glass in a roll of hay

Sustenance

Silence ( Micro poetry)

Acceptance

Learn and learn to love

how the lonely hands discern

themselves and looks for completeness

loneliness,

Substitute (Micro poetry)

Timeless place

Let’s move to a timeless place

where the time stops

but the heart still sways

where the emotions are fleeting

and brimming over and flowing

where the moments stop

and love keeps flowing

Broken Promises ( Micro poetry)

Starving

I see you in the viridity of those
rainwashed leave
I envision you
in dewdrop drenched petals

Prayer ( Micro poetry)

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A beautiful Me ( Micro Poetry)- Last day of #NaPoWriMo

On the last day of the #NationalPoetryMonth, here is my ode to the beautiful poetry which surrounds us all and makes us into something beautiful with every verse, with every syllable. Hope you all enjoy being part of it this month and many more.

Don’t Settle ( Micro Poetry)

Braid – In honor of National Poetry Month-#NaPoWriMo

Braiding my

cryptic 

tangled 

knotted 

words

Inspiration

“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”  —Leonard Cohen

They ask what my inspiration is 

I say,

a falling leaf 

a withered rose

a shape in the clouds

a long-lost song on the radio

or a sunset

I long to see

Trick

“if it doesn’t come bursting out of you

in spite of everything,

don’t do it.

unless it comes unasked out of your

heart and your mind and your mouth

and your gut,

don’t do it.”

― Charles Bukowski

Speechless

Dreamless

Bedazzled

Lost in your thoughts

in complete awe of your

demeanor

Question ( Micro poetry)

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Hang in there ( Micro poetry)

Conveyer

As she opens the door

with the anticipation

eyes frantically looking 

and gazing into the emptiness

Racism ( Micro poetry)

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Ripples

Those shimmering lights
dancing, 
teasing, 
turning
every flicker of light 

Raven ( Micro poetry)

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Location

Between the thumb and the forefinger
where I’m counting and mapping your freckles
as my fingers slide
over your curves
and etches
a map of my universe
where
my soul
my love
my passion
finds solace,

Flaw (Micro poetry)

Breaking point

“One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.”
― Shannon L. Alder

A thousand sweet praises
I can listen sweetly
and keep forgetting them
the next day I rise

History of love

Our love is an illusion

a mirage,

like the sun setting in the sea

the light has traveled

from the past

to reach you and me;

Passion (Micro poetry)

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