Down the water falls
I wandered wide
And wondered high
When past the small stoned sands
I passed through eery smirking lands,
Thriving on nothing but the harsh,
Thriving within their loveless marsh.
You must feel me when I vow
To you, that the most splendid bowed
To me, in the moment I gasped
At a waterfall... I could not grasp,
Where it had come from.
But enamored by the bliss
Offered by this flowing giant's kiss
Had I not bowed in awe,
The moment I came and saw
The splendour of it all?
Rueful I sat.
Believe me when I say,
Water always falls,
falls and drifts away.
©mrnothing
mrnothing
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Random thoughts #9
Fellow brethren living wild,
Take a moment to ponder and wonder
As 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 constitutes
Deed? -
My path, alone
Too long now,
Have my dreams not been my dreams.
Too long now
was I comfortable and ill
And realized not the wheel that I lived in.
A thousand lions' roar
Or a golden leaf in fall
From the throne that had once born
My soul and path,
Now it's mine to tread.
Mine and mine alone.
Do not let go
Of 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 us
No moment in time was ever thine
And 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 pride
In saying: Me
Yet one soul among souls
One life among lives
In an endless cycle of strife
and in the dark of galaxies they,
we are. -
A giant stands still
The silent giant, one thousand years tall
Blinks not, yawns not, falls not here
A 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,
manifests
in silent suffering as a blast
expressed by
a fair hearted soul in penning and quilling and writing and scribbling down
what they see aghast. -
Losing one's soul
Once there lived a boy
He had a soul,
His soul was joy.
Years passed
Once there lived a youngster
He had a soul
His soul turned damper
Years passed
Once there lived a man
He had a soul
His soul turned wan.
Years passed
Once there passed away
A man in his later days
His soul had turned astray
As all he had lived to say
Was 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.
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pooja_magar 18w
World of beggars
The rich , the Poor
The old and the young one
The 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 paths
But end up begging for things that make them strong..
Pooja_Magar -
feaira 137w
Stormy Soul
No shelter remains
The umbrella you used to hold begins to fold
Even the storm cannot outpower the tears that I shower
I cower as my heart is devoured
My soul has soured as who I am fades away in a sky of gray
I lay in a bed of fears as you slip away
I whisper please stay
But only the thunder greets me
And my demons run to greet me
And I begin to think just like one
Why must I be undone?
I can't reach out to someone
I'm only a shadow...
Not someone to care for
©feaira -
feaira 140w
Mirror Man
Afraid of his own shadow, his only friend was the man in the mirror
His reality was as true as the theater
Eager back stabbers and tear filled pillows
Will make you question who you truly know in a world of uncertainty and lurking deceit
Their 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 claws
Pointing out all his flaws
Fogging 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 man
One who can't smile or shake hands
He only grows from the affection of others
What is self-love he wonders with a shudder
©feaira -
feaira 140w
Whispered Horrors
Whispers frolick in the depths beyond
Gossiping about what went wrong
Listening to their song too long will make you gone
Gone beyond to the willow tree where demons eyes lurk with a devilish smirk
Screeches and leeches are a common sight designed to give you a fright
Dreams are stomped on
Hope nonexistent
How 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 gore
So 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 glory
A dreary old story except with a different end with no way to play pretend to fend against the fiends without true friends
©feaira -
Wo-men
My walls have always been blue,
Somedays it's a bit pale
Somedays it's the darkest hue.
"Women", they say
"Have fragile wings
Vulnerable like a white dress,
Delicate with disputable frames"
The "Proprietary School"
is where we go.
We swallow dictionaries and storybooks
All made for us under the law
Of modesty and accepted norms:
"Do not question but conform."
Our skin has myriad shades
But underneath it's the same
Blood and flesh of a sacred mother
Whose eyes have only known fear
When it's dark and cold outside
and her daughter hasn't arrived home.
We flow into vessels ,we take shapes
We 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 blend
But belongingness is a myth
And 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 now
And 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 -
mrauthor 50w
Let me pluck the string of zither
And play the melody of today
As I revel in the music
That will fade away
Let me inhale the scent of rose
Faint fragrance of the white
As I caress the mellow touch
That will wither away
Let me toast to the moon
Holding the delicate flute
As I wallow in silky fluid
That will drown the stygian night
©mrauthor
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#seizetheday #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #ceesreposts #julietscorner @writersnetwork @mirakee #nature #life #poetry #thoughts//Let me inhale the scent of rose
Faint fragrance of the white
As I caress the mellow touch
That will wither away//
©mrauthor -
Always there but never here
Life's outside
In here is fear
What one wishes for
Is always there
But never here
©nairam
