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 heart be 

for all you to see 

Let my silence 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 .