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?

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