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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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

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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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

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

Centre Stage

We are at the center stage
hounded and cheered by the million hungry eyes
ready and pumped to get
a piece of the entertainment
of their life
to get that taste of the bloodied reality
and voyeuristic truth
we have been gulping down our throats
through all this life

Guidelines for Confession

“Wait for that wisest of all counselores, Time.” 
― Pericles

They say confessions
can absolve you
They can make you pure.
You will be pristine
as the seraphic soul.

Reality ( Micro poetry)

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Potter

“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.”

― J.M. Storm

A ball of sagging clay in your hands

taking shapes

between the ridges of your fingers

getting knead by your

bony knuckles of the long taloned hand

Attention

“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.”― Albert Einstein

Oh! the things I would do

to make you see my way

I’ll be calm as a pacing river

flowing gently towards its

known fate,