Hiatus

It has been a long time, that the sunset melted into my evening silence and I let the soft dark rein my qualms – as if, bracing dark is the answer
knowing, it is so not.

It has been a long time, that night trespassed into my glass of wine and I drank the moon – as if, my doors were open like never before, while
the fact is I grew a deaf to cacophony

In illusions, reality can be as profound as oceans
always returning back
the words I throw at them

Thus I return
to the belief
that there is no end to how much I can love you
but certainly many beginnings of how I tell them


Returning to poetry, after almost a year I guess. Linked to DversePoets, OpenLinkNight

The good bye train

The good-bye train
Oh! the good-bye train
You’re here~
& somehow, the world I know
is about to fade.

My home, my garden
My books, my violin
Can’t pack a life in a backpack now
Can we?

steam-engine-loco

Steaming, whistling
Smiling, jostling
You’re so ready
You lucky wheels
Roll your life
on the go – but really
how long can I run along?

Allow me a moment –
to say words I don’t mean
lament what I leave; put
questions on your wings
Why I’m so two minded today?

Good-bye train!
Oh! my good-bye train~
Past terrains, pastures and hills
We part, only to meet again~


Join me on my last Dverse Poetics prompt, as a host. Thank you.


Spelling secrets

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writerI met her here – on this floor
didn’t see her face
the first time,
only heard her speak – once

Words – just words
waving, floating
trespassing~
into the folds of dress
and shivers misspelled

then I saw her
not eye to eye
but secretly,
spoke of sin
a sweet lust
and her delicate composure

Yes, I met her right here
and spoke to her
one of those days
pushing the
Herculean stone-some
qualms away~

We spoke and
words traveled
through ocean-currents
across lands and mountains
as we painted the moon
some clouds and bliss

Then one day
I admitted love and
realized – I wasn’t the only one
and I fell in love
with her
again

and again and again
till I got the hang of it


Join me on my Poetics tonight on Dverse Poets Pub – I invite you to write about a poet you have met, interacted with on Dverse or elsewhere. I am not divulging who I am writing about – but there are enough hints for her to pick up.


 

Sporeling

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Ocean is not our distance
Silence is~
we fathom it
Yet we get nowhere

Possibilities asleep in seeds
We are
prisoners our
In our own fortress

A gift of light, warmth and rain
and we can be
As alive
As we want to be

Love is not our redemption
Togetherness
is a myth
Yet we soul search

All of us have those seeds
burried
inside,
Sporelings – they couldn’t be.


Join me on my Dversepoets OLN – come celebrate poetry.


Photo: Suman