Poems Archive for Contemplative:

when words become flesh

A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
–Leonard Cohen

Accepting my way tossed barbs
wired together disjointed thoughts….
Strung them into sentences
sentencing maudlin creepers
Piggybacking on lightness
of my being to kingdom come…
Life is two faced
At best worst
I go for broke for eternal
Sunshine of mind without unnatural
Tweaking….steadily holding frame
In right mind…
at day’s end
am
a
mere
cliche
holding on to
Dignity

damp squib days

Two hats wearer does justice
To neither, pulled in both
Directions
~

Only one arm
Gets longer than the other
Depending on who’s stronger
~
I remained
where
I began
..

melt

melt
…days melt like ice cubes in my hot mouth as puffed cheeks blow out stale breath in staccato moves… things that move me are seen with heart … mind always taking back seat…..
the patterns made by gawky foal like dawn’s rays hitting net curtains patterning our parquet floors … all that is fleeting and exquisite makes my day …wisps of steam escaping tea kettle painfully whistling my name … and finally that perfect cup of tea with biscuit creating a spool of harmony…

Lisbon, Portugal

 

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!
~

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