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Down the water falls
I wandered wideAnd wondered highWhen past the small stoned sandsI passed through eery smirking lands,Thriving on nothing but the harsh,Thriving within their loveless marsh.You must feel me when I vowTo you, that the most splendid bowedTo me, in the moment I gaspedAt a waterfall... I could not grasp,Where it had come from.But enamored by the blissOffered by this flowing giant's kissHad I not bowed in awe,The moment I came and sawThe splendour of it all?Rueful I sat.Believe me when I say, Water always falls, falls and drifts away.©mrnothing
Random thoughts #9
Fellow brethren living wild,Take a moment to ponder and wonderAs though you were a child.What is the essence underlying deed?An ocean of options becoming flesh in a decision, says the rational.But underlies not ever option and decision a state of the ocean? Whether calmingly still or ravagely enraged or in the many multitude between, asks the sensitive and his heart.So what and how, dear brethren constitutesDeed?
#destiny #awakening #awake #awareness
My path, alone
Too long now,Have my dreams not been my dreams.Too long now was I comfortable and illAnd realized not the wheel that I lived in.A thousand lions' roarOr a golden leaf in fallFrom the throne that had once bornMy soul and path,Now it's mine to tread.Mine and mine alone.Do not let goOf that throne-led thread.
Time is running out and...
'Click', the clock's finger shouts and...Through the glass sand trickles down and...The sun, a moving shadow imprints to the ground and...The moon fuller and thinner grows and glows and...All with what me measure time,Pressure is what's made by usNo moment in time was ever thineAnd what's made by us is always just structuring-lust.
An eye for an eye and the world will go blind, they said.The last one standing will have one eye left, one replied.And the one-eyed is king within the blinded, one added.So all hail our new soulless king.
One soul among souls
So more often people take their prideIn saying: MeYet one soul among soulsOne life among livesIn an endless cycle of strife and in the dark of galaxies they,we are.
A giant stands still
The silent giant, one thousand years tallBlinks not, yawns not, falls not hereA giant tree stands still.
Resolution and Independence
VII[...]By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.-William Wordsworth-
A poem begins as an...
abstract thought,uncanny, unruly, vaguely vast,manifestsin silent suffering as a blastexpressed bya fair hearted soul in penning and quilling and writing and scribbling downwhat they see aghast.
Losing one's soul
Once there lived a boyHe had a soul,His soul was joy.Years passedOnce there lived a youngsterHe had a soulHis soul turned damperYears passedOnce there lived a manHe had a soulHis soul turned wan.Years passedOnce there passed awayA man in his later daysHis soul had turned astrayAs all he had lived to sayWas how to knave before a sleigh.In the end his spark had died,And all he remembered was his soul on his side, no longer there.
World of beggars
The rich , the Poor The old and the young oneThe fit or the sick..All are the beggars in their own world..Some beg for money and some are begging for peace..Some beg for love and some for the power indeed ..Some fight for the loved ones and some with love..Some walk with knife and some with golden spoon. In this world filled with beggars..Even they come alone And choose their different pathsBut end up begging for things that make them strong..Pooja_Magar
No shelter remainsThe umbrella you used to hold begins to foldEven the storm cannot outpower the tears that I showerI cower as my heart is devouredMy soul has soured as who I am fades away in a sky of grayI lay in a bed of fears as you slip awayI whisper please stayBut only the thunder greets meAnd my demons run to greet meAnd I begin to think just like oneWhy must I be undone?I can't reach out to someone I'm only a shadow...Not someone to care for©feaira
Afraid of his own shadow, his only friend was the man in the mirrorHis reality was as true as the theaterEager back stabbers and tear filled pillowsWill make you question who you truly know in a world of uncertainty and lurking deceitTheir words dug beneath the shadows beneath his eyes and to his surprise his walls caved in til the emptiness came in with it's numbing clawsPointing out all his flawsFogging over every friend til once again he was the only one left in that mirrored door.His heart fell to the splintered floor digging its wooden thorns til nothing was left but a wooden, hollow manOne who can't smile or shake handsHe only grows from the affection of othersWhat is self-love he wonders with a shudder©feaira
Whispers frolick in the depths beyondGossiping about what went wrongListening to their song too long will make you goneGone beyond to the willow tree where demons eyes lurk with a devilish smirkScreeches and leeches are a common sight designed to give you a frightDreams are stomped on Hope nonexistentHow can you sleep at night with the Willow's withering wind at your window whistling to you from within its hollow glow?An icy touch like snow will freeze you to the core much more gruesome than any amount of goreSo he tore at his life's pages to delight with dark mages chanting their quiet, deadly phrases. In a daze he went through the doomed phase rephrasing his old ways; enchanting phantoms with his lust for gloryA dreary old story except with a different end with no way to play pretend to fend against the fiends without true friends©feaira
My walls have always been blue,Somedays it's a bit pale Somedays it's the darkest hue."Women", they say"Have fragile wingsVulnerable like a white dress,Delicate with disputable frames" The "Proprietary School"is where we go.We swallow dictionaries and storybooksAll made for us under the lawOf modesty and accepted norms:"Do not question but conform." Our skin has myriad shadesBut underneath it's the sameBlood and flesh of a sacred motherWhose eyes have only known fearWhen it's dark and cold outsideand her daughter hasn't arrived home.We flow into vessels ,we take shapesWe are made and remade,Loved and despised.We become a construct, a product, an opinion, a definition:A fallen woman, a damaged woman,A mad woman, A WO-MAN. "Women" ,they say "Have sharp claws, they bite.Witches should be burned alive"So, we thrive to fit in , to blendBut belongingness is a mythAnd to stand out is a lie.History, we carry in our bones,One that is always his but never ours.So, I shall sit inside these four walls nowAnd write down my story in blank pages Devoid of any stain and marks from the past."Women", I say, "Shall rewrite history , this time the ending will differ."©hridayee
Let me pluck the string of zitherAnd play the melody of todayAs I revel in the musicThat will fade awayLet me inhale the scent of roseFaint fragrance of the whiteAs I caress the mellow touchThat will wither awayLet me toast to the moon Holding the delicate fluteAs I wallow in silky fluidThat will drown the stygian night©mrauthor___________________________________________________#seizetheday #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #ceesreposts #julietscorner @writersnetwork @mirakee #nature #life #poetry #thoughts
//Let me inhale the scent of roseFaint fragrance of the whiteAs I caress the mellow touchThat will wither away//©mrauthor
Always there but never here
Life's outsideIn here is fearWhat one wishes forIs always thereBut never here©nairam