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

 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. 

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 

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. 

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

To father Geppetto

A  promise to someday be

a real human being 

To lie nomore 

nor any havoc anymore 

But how many times will 

I falter father Gepetto

inspite of the shame 

brought upon my nose 

I know you wait on me

With love that I'll better be

Yet for all I try 

I falter again and make you cry 

But not so anymore 

For I wish the wishes true

Of the turquoise haired fairy blue

the promise to someday be

 real human being 

                             Love  Pinocchio  

Written for Friday Writings #103: Life Is a Fairy Tale

And I wish that everyone wish to be a better human being

Some Answers

Why was I so shy 

Why was I so scared 

Why was I not brave in time 

Why was I so fearful of this world 

Why did I fear losing before even I could find 

Why did I fear to dirty my legs 

And then tried to be brave when it was too late

Why time lost never comes back 

Sometimes I wake up with such why's 

Whose answers seem nothing but sighs

 

But then......

I realise.....

I still have a chance 

To be bold , to be brave 

While there is still time 

Facing  fears would better be

than owning my cowardice 

To tread the unpleasant path 

And face with courage the mirror that reflects 

Then would I perceive 

that the seasons change 

All is beautiful enough 

And ....  I  don't need to ask 'Why?

Written for Friday Writings #99: Why???

Just another yesterday

 Was a little  thing of five or so

An evening stroll to a park 

With Dad Mum and little sis 

On our way  back the full moon shone 

As I hopped and jumped and walked 

with my little feet 

And I saw her gently shining in the sky

I looked again up and then jumped two steps ahead 

Oh my joy she was following me

I looked  at Dad and said 

Look the moon is moving with me 

Dad said why don't you run and check 

So did I

Yes yes for sure she follows my pace 

Dad...ow we'll  have to figure out why 

I checked  till I  reached home 

She found a place in my heart 

It's been almost four decades since 

And I still look at her with love in my eyes

 "Poems are never finished - just abandoned"       

                                       Paul Valery

A probability for poems

  

The ink started through the pen

even as it drenched  parched lands

After a tempest of stormy thoughts 

The respite in words.... emotions calmed 

Another season of agape  love begins 

being written....  without end

Written for Poets and Storytellers United

Friday Writings #94: Storm, Ink, Love