I surrender my pain to the soul of the universe
to look beyond the illusion of emptiness, that besieges my heart.
My teary emotions dry under the illumination
of the starry moon dust.
My closed eyes watch a display of snippets of life
unfold a scenic panorama.
I anchor on to light of trust
as the dark shadows of hurt begin to recede.
I harvest a refulgent slice of peace
from the abundance of the cosmic energy,
in gratitude .
Len’s Artists Photo Challenge # 141: Geometry
A journey of lines
embrace and meld into shapes
artistic marvels
A fun poem from me this time 🙂
Silken textures
melony fusions
a citrus tease
caramel swirls
fruity punch
nutty delights
creamy chocolate
coffee frappe
saffron trails
spicy berry
vanilla tendrils
sugary treats
cinnamon tales
gooey affairs
decadent desserts
bursts of flavor
insatiable cravings
sinful indulgence
karma bites
weight soars
clothes shrink!
The walk along the muddy trail of the forest was a revelation. The sky kissing trees breathed an organic scent. The verdure paradise was slowly awakening from its deep mossy slumber into a moist misty morning. The raw breeze and foggy veil had a mystic allure to it. Their entwined roots and strong embracing boughs were a testimony of their primeval connect.
The twigs crunched under my feet as I ambled along the wet brown path. The woody heaven came alive to the sounds of the forest. The tweet of the birds, scuttling rabbits, rustling foliage, scurrying squirrels, hissing reptiles, trill of the insects, shrieks of arboreal creatures and the cry of the wild, all playing at their own rhythm yet orchestrating a perfect harmony.
The ambiance of the forest stopped the clock. I lost myself into her welcoming arms. Under the canopy of a green palette, I inhaled the freshness of natural wonder, soaked in the beauty of flora and fauna, admired the medley of diversity, and listened to the pure and earthen tales of the wilderness. I enjoyed my solitude in the company of nature.
Happy to share that my poem “Spring” is published on Spillwords.
Please click here to read the poem.
Arched spectrum of light
a tinge of transient motley
harbinger of luck
Fluorescent ribbons
a prismatic pageantry
sparkling showstopper
Heaven’s palette smiles
cascading colors dazzle
riveting encore
A haiku poem for Eugenia’s weekly prompt Rainbow
Imperious,
over analytical
hawk eyed vision,
your protective streak
overwhelms me.
Stop controlling…
Dad! Please let me grow!
The cover of my book depicts an essence of commonality
it pens reflection of my gratitude, to the many silent doers
highlighting their sensitivity towards a humane life.
Ordinary lives of people, making an extraordinary difference!
Unlocking their repertoire of goodness
they leave a trail of kindness,
soothe another’s pain, feed a hungry mouth
they gift a moment of lift, to the lesser fortunate.
We don’t need heroes in capes, we find many among us
who choose to make a difference, in their own small way.
Their selfless service, serves a sliver of humanity
in today’s disintegrating values of the world.
An ode to the ordinary, making an extraordinary difference!!
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #176: ” If you are a book, what will the cover look like? “
Endearing moments, amorous feelings
romantic hearts seal, a promise of “ and forever…”
Rendezvous under the silky darkness
whisper echoes of sweet nothings
stoking the flame of frenzy,
whorls of scarlet emotions flow.
Heady tangled intoxication
tastes the elixir of passion.
The morning zephyr
blows the embers of rhapsody
only the charred remains linger.
Her naïve heart,
misread his illegible scribbles, for love.
Broken dreams scatter into oblivion
teary eyes blur the memory of intimacy
painful scars etched, heartbroken,
her vulnerability is there for all to see.
She,
voices her opinion loud, against her dwarfed rights
turns deaf to societal charades, with a whispered sigh
gives wings to her crumpled dreams, to reach the pinnacle
fights a daily battle against unseen and unsaid rules
frees her imprisoned longings, with her head held high
adorns a resilient avatar, with her tenacious spirit
proudly wears her tiara, despite the many scars.
Her life is a collage of challenges, a different set each time.
She expertly sews the many patches of her life
into a beautiful quilt,
signed with the motifs of her victories!
All she only wants is,
freedom to celebrate herself, to be who she is!!
Happy Women’s Day to all the amazing women here!
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