In between

A foot in dilemma 

between  I stand

My idea of you

And  the actual you 

Absolutions

For every atom a universe 

Could the earth an atom be

And on a speck like earth 

So a mere human be

In the ever now everywhere

the body unto the spirit a gift

And the every within

A little soul that carries be

Every pulse that turn

In a heart smaller than me

to emotions I tune 

And another wonder be 

And if my foolishness

Could never away melted be 

Let me in remaining years

Just love myself be

Written for Friday Writings #204: The Most Expensive Garment

A small thought

A small thought 

And a beautiful one too

That crossed my mind

Learn it by heart they say 

Sing it by heart they say

In all my childhood years

I thought it of just as 

like memorizing words

But the heart is such a wonder

And the one who said it first 

Must have a little secret hidden

That after two thirds of my life 

That I stumble upon and

A wisdom dawns

Yeah first learn the rules 

Follow the order

Make it a habit

Memorize

All the the senses now tuned 

So finely

Then comes the next 

You don't have to effort the rules

Nor the memory 

And the magic begins 

Just by playing it by HEART

Friday Writings #191: Small But Beautiful

Absolutely nothing that is meant for me will require me to compromise my integrity, lower my energy, or abandon my values and boundaries to receive it

                                  Jordy Medina

                     

The past is history 

         The future is mystery

                 Today is a gift

                           That is why it is called

                                            PRESENT

The sound of a Dream

I heard the sound 

of a dream 

That birthed 

in the heart of a man

Like a seed of desire 

That slowly sprouted 

With an unknown torment

To make itself known 

The moment that knows

The waiting of a revelation 

 In still waters 

To  rise  like that of  a wave

The moment it takes 

To take a breath away

To strive thence upon 

That which is now known 

Till then silent beneath 

no longer be the placid waters 

Cause now on every ripple 

Will add to the the splendor 

Of the beautiful dance of waves 

What desires thought can take 

What grandeur dreams can achieve

Whether they be 

Even of a little grass 

To sway in the breeze 

Would be fulfilled

Yes I heard of that dream  

It ain't any of the lesser 

And like all of the grandest

The seen and the unseen 

Was every one man's dream

Written for: Friday Writings #181: Music for the Muse

https://open.spotify.com/track/0Ir10oQlqXhkMVVybXIo68?si=-pGPDFQCSy-zePNPL9knUA

https://youtu.be/NWfsIXLGLhk?feature=shared

This little poem has been inspired by Yanni's music " One Man's Dream ". I wouldn't say it could do much justice but  thought I could try to attempt atleast in whatever little way I could to put my feelings of when I  hear it.

An afterthought

They say I'm stubborn 

while I think I'm not 

it's that all the little things

I really care about 

I defend 

when I think I'm right 

and I try to prove 

the good advice 

they say....

To strangers it's once

to loved ones it's a nag a lot

but i can't just a blind eye

and let them hurt a lot

they say....

I thought I was enlightening them

but they did not

my well wishes down the drain 

an outcome I never thought 

they say....

this was what I was 

a few days back 

now i try to bother less 

hope this works out 

they say....

my intent they say

how long can they last 

oh mamma! my kids they laugh about 

it'll just remain an afterthought 

Friday Writings #180: Stubborn About the Small Things

Comfort food

And  we wanted not our hands sticky

In the summer of mangoes

she placed a few ones in our mouth each

to swish  down to our belly

 

Those pieces of  pilchards fried 

Kept for each one aside

Knowing how much we all liked 

To her children her pride

There were some specials and 

some which turned with memories 

We miss your cuisines dear

But we miss you more mummy 

Written for 

Friday Writings #177: Comfort Food

Surrender

Were the ways one  so strange 

To combat the violent gale

With bent knees , drooping shoulders

Before the violent storms 

Relinquishing all the longings 

 the leaves fluttering away

To be carried away 

To a place called beautiful anywhere 

The freedom so strange 

Of the boughs bending low

That let itself humbly

Would aide the storm pass over

Friday Writings #175: Stormy Weather

Some misapprehensions sometimes

When I said sorry.........

I meant I was sorry for the situation and willing to go to  any extent to make it right. It was not that I always did something wrong

When I said I forgive you ........

I sometimes meant I wouldn't ask for all the explanations you could give, I'll just think that I'm above you and not try to understand your situation and think that you wronged me 

When I said I want an explanation........ 

I want to believe you didn’t do it on purpose It is that  I want a reason to know that you willingly didn't wrong me

When I'm  silent........

It is that I'm scared that you'll misundertand if I say something 

 "Most of our sorrows are about our own faults.     Why we didn't do what we were supposed to........why we let others take advantage of us......Why we weren't more careful......Why we were so egoistic.....Why we were so fearful....................so many other why's......... such that the reason of everything comes back to ourselves .........so it is all leads to a prayer seeking forgiveness . Forgiving ourselves".

Priorities

Couldn't you be doing 

something worthwhile 

Be not  a mortal without pride

What are your priorities 

I ask the beggar at the  way side

He looks mockingly 

at my insolence

Don't you guess what it is 

Gazing in depth into my eyes 

Without a further snide

Ashamed I turn away

From a moment of haughty pride

As I think of a harder life

The priorities now would seem a mockery

Even as others push with a vain chide

What should my priorities be 

A simple  thought I arrive

yes to take a moment at a time 

To respect and be kind  

Just a few rules to abide

Written for Friday Writings #158

A vocation

An adventure that's you

An anxiety that's you 

A prayer that's you 

Oh my child 

I have taken 

A holiday from life

To hold on / to let go

Every  dawn upon the decision 

I munch  thoughts in tears 

To put behind the dealt derision

That led to the infliction of  fears 

The habits of agitating over the past 

The wont of  bursting in cries

To let go of myself 

To severe the unwanton  ties 

Slowly upon a revelation 

I waft up in an understanding 

There is no letting go 

Atleast  to a certain reasoning 

Upon the  crevices of a wretched soul

The flickering light dawns

It is not me , it is about them

An understanding arrives

I let go of their faults 

Its their's to bear

Till now weighed upon my soul

A regrettable wretched strife 

All animosity disappears

My feelings float a past

In eternities perpetual bliss

Though only for while

Written for

Friday Writings #149: The Joy of Walking Away @ Poets and Storytellers United 

Soothing Balms

Sometimes the snow in a far of land 

Sometimes the rain near me 

Sometimes the dewy morning rays

Amd sometimes the cool evening breeze

Sometimes the starlit night sky  

Sometimes the pale waning  moon

Sometimes the morning mountains 

And sometimes the evening shore

Sometimes reading a book

Sometimes  a poem being read would do

Sometimes a melody

And sometimes writing one too

Sometimes a smile on your face

Sometimes a good word too

Sometimes the kindness in your eyes

And sometimes the awareness of your love too

Friday Writings #147: What soothes you?

@Poets and Storytellers United

Substitutions

Someone's life

Another one's dream

In between an author

Providing substitutions

Friday Writings #146: Substitutions

@Poets and Storytellers United 

Lightly Flavoured Memories

 

What was it 

again my mind strays

Trying to figure

that mysterous ingredient 

with which she cooked 

That which touched my palate

and made the memory 

a long yearning 

To make it again

I still try to figure 

whilst making the same recipe 

a dream to make it right 

What was it .......

there my mind goes astray again

Written for 

Friday Writings #145: Dreams and Memory

 

The difference

Myriad suns have set and risen

The silence follows 

Do I make a difference 

I ask myself 

A myriad moon have risen 

And again my heart dips into the abyss

Could I make a difference 

I ask myself

Relentlessly the ocean hits the shore

The salty wind breezing past into oblivion

Should I try to make a difference 

I ask myself 

With no one near and none to judge me

I cry my lungs out on the mountain top

Whether I make or not a difference 

I tell myself 

Written for 

Friday Writings #144: To speak up or stay silent?

The unsaid

Summer

The flowers exuding musty fragrance 

The head reeling in woody summer breeze

The brows bearing , squinting 

The harsh rays , the body shrivelling 

Before the fireball mellows into beautiful hues

Autumn

The granneries filled wary of days ahead

Beautiful now and stepping down slowly 

Knowing time to blend in soil

Knowing the time coming 

To stay still

Winter

That which is not said

Remain suspended in the mist

Sometimes warmed by the breath 

And then turning into drops 

Falling warmly on the chest

Spring

And when endless waiting 

In eternity ends for a while

The heart of the kernel breaks

Giving away everything that could be held

Knowing everything would return in time

Little things matter, I think so

 

I had lost time and paths 

That could have lead me differently 

Or I think so 

But for now I see the little glistening grass 

And I think beautiful 

I'll begin by noticing them

I have hurt many 

I could have done differently 

Or I think so

But for now a little smile for the one before me

And I think beautiful 

I'll begin by doing so

I have judged many

I could have done differently 

Or I think so  

But now a good word 

And I think beautiful 

I'll begin by doing so

Ive acted foolishly and been embarsssed

I could have done differently 

Or I think so 

But now I accept myself 

And I think beautiful 

I'll begin by doing so 

I have been things a many regretting 

I could have done differently 

Or I think so 

But it could not have been any different

I'll see them someday beautiful 

Starting now by doing so 

Friday Writings #136: “begin by doing small things”