Poems Archive for Contemplative:

sadness

and in the middle of my chaos there was you .. Nabina Das

he asked :
..
I see sunset in your eyes
a lingering grief …
why is that ..has my love fallen short?
..
She replied :

on the contrary ..your abundant love
is the reason you see sunset in my eyes
love is such a thing of beauty that it hurts
and I worry about it’s lifeline

image: via Kolory Indii

..

meditation

Shuffling
down
Gracefully lined
Avenues
Daintily sipping
perceptible seasonal
flash ..flounce of leaves
cushioning tired feet
fall colors riot mutely
in youthful flushes
..

Winging
Mind
scores
Faith, hope, joy
in
lyrical couplets
eclipsing
sticky blues
into bouncy
(Re)verses
..

Life
is
a psalm
an inner
meditation
Self
player
Audience
Stage
Script!
~

footfalls

 

this
dead of night
is my time
I reacquaint myself
with self cradling
inner uproar
~
mirrors fill with crushing sadness
strong family resemblance leaches
joy resoundingly bringing home
the fact… they are no more
~
Still…. in this still witching hour
neither night nor morning …sounds
of faint footfalls make me aware
they continuously stroll in my heart
~
Freda Kahlo

Restoration

Not a jigsaw ….merely
a cluster of frayed bits
aping autumn leaves weaning
Off me ..mild havoc wreaked
by life’s incessant pushing

My white gloves
tint rosily as I gently lift
these bloody bits broken
off of me..gaping holes
Swiss cheese(ing) me

You say why bother
You are fine as is..doing
okay but my finicky Virgo-ness
will only be happy by whole
restoration


Healing
is an ongoing process
As I lick my wounds
sorely missing
dear departed

image : Freda Kahlo

cicada’s cry

In the cicada’s cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die.
— Matsuo Bash?

walking on pavements
head usually looks down
more than upwards ..mindful
about stepping on life underfoot
tis so easy to snuff out life
yet impossible
to resurrect taken……
..
albeit heavy in weight, feet tread
daintily on cobblestones ..as earth
too can get bruised when stomped
upon… thus I live and shut eyes
at day’s passing … perchance
to dream of gentler normal life
where “word” held sway
and lies were just that never
alternate facts ..am simple minded
that way

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