Acceptance

Learn and learn to love

how the lonely hands discern

themselves and looks for completeness

loneliness,

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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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Fatal attraction

“Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter

That insatiable thirst

which rises from the depth of my soul

and devours me like a wildfire

this incessant need

to be wrapped around your soul

like an unstoppable contagion

Pause

I’m getting enraged

constantly irked by the 

inconsistencies in life

bothered by

the roadblocks

ups and downs

and inequality

small glitches 

and bumps

and those 

occasional stops 

which hinders 

forms a patina

to its  

constant glow

knocks down the 

its ebb and flow

Innocent

Clothes on the drying line

dripping and swayed away by the winds

they are empty

Fruitless

And when you smile
And try to hide 
your giggles and laughter
And those tinkling bells
Which will sweeten someone soul

Half empty/Half full

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Lost in Translation

“The quiet sense of something lost” 
― Alfred Tennyson

I’m lost in the translation 

wandering between the pages of  a book

hiding between the folds

and sitting under a neatly folded

dog-eared page

waiting to be pulled