" If you don't fear the unknown,  the unknown will be kind to you"

                                       ----- Paulo Coelho 

The Reverie

The stretch along the mountain road

a strenuous arduous climb it be 

Expectations of dreams a mind aboard

with streaking silvers along  the valley 

Pretty  blossoms along the way 

the emerald  fields below 

the splendorous orange sky

the melody blowing from a far

Love  touched upon my dreamy heart 

from beyond the walls of the sky

The heavens silent grace

and a gentle shower come by

In time true my blissful reverie 

before a reality it  can be

Here upon I prepare an enactment 

in the mind before the journey 

Written for Friday Writings #91: Muscle Memory 

To embark on a journey  to some faraway mountains of a dream I soon hope to fulfill  , Magaly's prompt came in time to sharpen my claws, exercise my mind and body .

 "Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could have been any different. "

                                       ------   Oprah Winfrey 

What matters at all ! / ?

 It matters 

yet let it still not matter 

and may be it won't  either 

And if at all 

let me be free enough 

abandoning myself 

to the momentary frivilousnes 

of some eccentric thoughts 

and let the strange peace of

idiosyncratic thoughts 

soothen my being a particle in time

For sometimes life is such

as to wanting vehemently 

yet not wanting fervently enough 

That which keep weighing 

one over the other 

We live the strangest paradoxes 

abandoning the  greatly needed 

cause the unrest, cause the chaos

Yet I'm glad today 

a bit more than yesterday 

for once I'm truly what I say

for once I am what I am today

My heart,  soul, listening 

to each other's musings 

Knowing life couldn't be

any other way

Accepting ...fulfilling ...

my dreams, in my own way

As much as it takes courage 

to move forward  

So much so a courage 

to step backward 

May no one ever judge 

Let my silence be 

for all you to see 

Let my heart be 

for the one who understands 

the depths of a sea 

For it matters 

and it matters not

 

             

                The Steps 

                                   By Paul Valery 

Your steps, children of my silence,

Holily, slowly placed,

Towards the bed of my vigilance

Proceed dumb and frozen.

Nobody pure, divine shade,

That they are soft, your steps selected!

Gods!… all the gifts which I guess

Come to me on these naked feet!

If, of your advanced lips,

You prepare to alleviate it,

An inhabitant of my thoughts

The food of a kiss,

Does not hasten this tender act,

To be soft and not to be not?

Because I lived to await you,

And my heart was only your steps

" The truth is,  unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that the situation is over, you cannot move forward."        

                                      ........ Dr Steve Maraboli

By whatever name

Written  for Friday Writings # 86: Glimmer

The rains have always been a real fascination for me ever since childhood, but the deluge in the past years, about the destruction it could cause has also left an indelible mark. Yet the earth wouldn't flourish weren't it for the bounty from above and my fascination remains. 

Whether a patchy drizzle 

A cloud burst, a thunderstorm 

Whether a little shower 

a pelt down, a rainstorm

Whether a severe deluge 

Or a violent squall 

The waters transformed to 

vapours, rose to heaven

and humbled came down again

By whatever name 

they and I shall call 

You arrive the same  

And I glimmer shimmer and all

Stories of Dreams

 

Written for Friday Wrtings #85 :First Lines

Inspired by the first lines of......

"By the river Piedra I sat down and wept "    

                                                 ---Paulo Coelho 

Be thou silent

I wait no answers

and as the longings conjure 

and break of their own might

The torrential rain of heavens

touching the ground 

a sorrow drenches my heart

A mountain I stand  

feeling the gale of your thoughts 

A clock ticking in the sky 

your heart beats hear I

Once your dreams

had been mine  

Now I carry the burden

of another's broken dream 

The tears that flow 

meets the river of prayer

my weeping shall be

an entreaty to God

and so solace shall be found 

* The first lines begin by the same words as the name of the novel .

Broken

Written for Friday writings # 84:Prompts Galore 

Do not 

dare tread

the broken under your feet 

They lie strewn 

here there somewhere 

in the street

The sound of broken 

glass crunching

under the bootsteps

might feel empowering

You may think 

you have boots 

But the sigh of some 

are so sharp 

they'll hurt your feet 

And ye might have to roam 

with your hurt sole 

on the same street

A story by the river

Written for Friday Writings #82 

Many a stories I had read 

And many have I loved 

There was this story the frog 

with a  princesses  kiss

turned to a magnificent prince 

And many such stories as these

led me to thinking far from a

reality someday later that hit me 

With passage of time 

And my choices changed 

I read of one 

Where my prince with a kiss 

turned to a frog 

Yes I should have 

known better 

That to err was common 

To rise was divine 

So I adored my princess 

Who cried, prayed and  said 

"By the river Piedra 

I sat down and wept" 

PS" By the river Piedra I sat down and wept" by Paulho Coelho is one among the many favorites of mine.