Monday, March 4, 2024

Impressionable minds


It has  always been her 

I was moulded by her thoughts 

And started life 

dreaming through  her eyes 

How impressionable a mind 

was mine like every  child's 

She showed me stars and

the promises of Christmas night 

she taught me that there was

something good and something not so 

saw her love towards life 

Her appreciation of art 

Her generosity and kindness of heart 

How considerate a human can be

How just a woman can be 

Yet I saw the other side of her too 

How she struggled with her life 

How she fought a futile strife 

For a woman of her strength 

Yet to be but subservient 

For so far a woman shall rise

On my impressionable mind

It has always been her 

Whether for better 

Whether for worse

My beloved and most 

Dearest  mother 



Written for Poets and Storytellers United Friday Writings #116:Lasting  Impressions



Sunday, March 3, 2024

 Sometimes there is a deep quiet waiting for words, like waiting for rain in a parched land, like the exhaustion of a tired soul waiting for a gentle breeze to wash away it's pain, sometimes there is an emptiness that can't be explained. 

Saturday, January 6, 2024

The Veil


To let go of fear yet still some lingering 

To hope the best even when the tough is not get going 

To want for more and still a guilty trip riding 

To look back and forgive yet somewhere  regretting 

To believe a fuller life than I know of doing 

To give love even when I know not of what I am talking 

To make promises though I keep breaking 

To give vain hope even when  I could never be fulfilling 

To pray for the good of others even as  them I keep hurting 

To be of service yet a return expecting

To be sorry  for all that and again it doing 

Are these the rights in some of the wrongs 

Or the wrongs that could never be right 

To know the answer and yet pretend I didn't know anything 



Monday, December 11, 2023

The search



The alchemy 

to convert the emptiness 

to a gratifying whole 


Whether it be happiness 

Or bliss or peace

that which ever eludes


A search to quench  till it fills 

Answer it may the  autobiography 

of God 



Written for " Friday Writings #106: Seasonal Readings"

Recently I've picked this book named "The autobiography of God. "by Lenaa Kumar. As I've just begun to read it I cannot say much about it, as for the reason I picked it up is reflected in my poem. 


Saturday, December 2, 2023

Luna's song to Solis




You are the splendorous  light 

and I float on the otherside 

You shine brilliantly furthermore 

and I turn  beautiful in my sight


Solis would you be credited alone

For I follow after you in silence 

Within me is seen your magnificence

yet mellowed is my joyful presence 


The orb of my dignified credence

This Luna's song altering every night

All the terra watches the brilliance

A dance of shadows and light


Yet upon the emptiness be filled 

And in darkness a  light be named 

My signature marked  in  forever 

by the rays of your eternal light