Monday, October 7, 2024

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



Sunday, September 29, 2024

Substitutions



Someone's life

Another one's dream

In between an author

Providing substitutions



Friday Writings #146: Substitutions

@Poets and Storytellers United 

Monday, September 23, 2024

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

 

Monday, September 16, 2024

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?


Sunday, July 28, 2024

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