My struggle. My endurance .my perseverance
in the face of all kinds of demons.
Some within. Some without.
Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist.
as with everything in life, I get to assign meaning
so i assign Strength. Healing. Forgiveness.
no more shall i show you my Fears. Tears .
with unflattering honesty to only myself
you have lost the right to hear
voices in my head urged to tell you at my lowest
I did… Now with knowing …my showing weakness
makes you feel i can’t undertand yours …
this breaks my heart …
but dearest your don’t yet know me
I am a phamtom of broken dreams
who rises above after every fall
footsteps echo in the empty hall
i entered the door at the end of hall
there was a beautiful wallpaper and surprises behind closed doors
Posing in the castle… you color my world
a new chapter waiting to be penned…
colors are brighter with you around
i feel like an amateur playing with you
exploring hidden treasures of the city
all I need is to whisper to the world that only shouts
as the clouds part ways for the sunshine
the legions of my heart are bleeding
letter drops wrapped in the fragrance of winter
I am retrieving things I will lose one day
for I am shaped by the morality
the longing that the wind swept away
like a scholar in exile
Even if at times,the road looks to far
I hope it carries my feelings to you
Even if tears fall..until every thing becomes a past
beyond the dreams of history
sleepwalk..for it was like a mid summer night’s dream
pathmaker is breaking stones,
gentle wind blows over dusty road
The prince clad in cashmere
steps out of the chariot
Alien to the world strayed
with a golden harp in hands
Like the night with starry vigil
seeing him with head bent low
Melody breaks, mind is filled
with vague sadness
the heart is again clamorous
he says “art thou for real”
a dog does not care if you are rich or poor
A simple cookie would do just fine…
a snuggle ,a hug…a pat on the head…
when we became friends
i cannot recall
was it an empty or filled room
where i found my
life’s greatest treasures
but I remember your free love
an assurance of trust
it said you will be loyal
always there to make me laugh ,
not afraid to help me avoid mistakes
and look out for my best interest.
This kind of friendship is hard to find,
but it can last a lifetime.
Gentlemen come in wing collars and bow ties,
Welcome to the world of social elite…
Here a smile scarcely raises an eyebrow,
A commercial jungle of confidence
Finding a confidant is rare,
For gossips and buzz is only cared.
Familiarity with classics is a must,
To start a conversation
or to prove your worth,
Take wine appreciation for instance,
First differentiate Pouilly Fume from Pouilly Fuisse,
After a fairly technical approach,
You are now a connoisseur.
Now starts the uphill struggle,
Talk of high street fashion
and the wine yards you own.
Boost big as the main course arrives
to get invited by the next host,
Now mission is accomplished..
For you are now the new buzz of town,
no more an applicant for the tinsel town.
In the mists of fog quite thick
The mountain and the bay erased
barred clouds bloom seem rosy in hue,
Light wind dances on the bay surface,
full of swirls the waves too join in.
while lambs silently graze on the hilly terrain
and vines round the sonorous cottage terrace.
Relaxed ,calm and pure is the air
I look out again and see the distant
warm and tranquil sunrise kissing gently
the mountain tops and waking them
Perhaps they blush for their white facet soon turns pink
Dew on my window shines like jewels
Splashed with colors and life are flowers of valley
Chanting their beauty praises are bees rejoicing
Chirping birds welcome the day and fly out of nests
every scene detail is registering in my senses
I see no Halo but this seems like an abode of angels.
Just then Emerald trees swayed with a gentle breeze
as if agreeing and Touching my heart this….
~ Beautiful morning~
They say “never judge a book by its cover”
If seeing is not believing ,
I am then a poor judge…
If you smile and talk,
I believe you with no puffed feelings at all.
for- I am bad at calculations of emotions
my response will be from my heart
so often I feel guilty when proven wrong…
Watching my cynicism I say to myself
Never trusting isn’t any more accurate than over-trusting.
I will Just take more time I guess.
I am not bird so don’t try catching me in a cage
I am a person of free will
and Courage is my greatest virtue
So rather wandering away from the crushing wheel
I turn inward to the center to be saved.
The surging sea of turmoil has a light house…
There duality wavers…
The stories of saviors enter my heart through ears.
Doubts evade , pride falls and wisdom restores
Peculiar ,extraordinary and disinterested
faith has no parallel for it envelopes all-
of the movable and immovable world.
So I enthrone faith in my heart
The designer is a visually literate person, just as an editor is expected by training and inclination to be versed in language and literature, but to call the former an artist by occupation is as absurd as to refer to the latter as a poet.
â€” Douglas Martin
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