Is it to the right,
or is it to the near left?
Should I cross the bridge
or should I retreat before
the inevitable fall?
His touch holds the warmth
of a dawning summer sun,
a dozed heart wakes up.
that has survived years
of hunger and hate,
a mutating gene
that has conquered
thousands of decaying dates,
the sturdy roots
of forefathers who had lived
for your beginning,
the dauntless bones
and bricks of humans
who valued breathing.
Survivor is long imprinted
in your veins.
You are born to break
As the battered
wheels climb thousands
more feet above
the unending sea,
my mummed heart
soft mountain fabric
made by murmurs of
the wind and leaves
of the giant
green guardians of
the endless Himalayas.
I am home.
The fading light, this old day done,
the endless sea swallows yet another sun.
As moon rises high over waters calm –
calling out stars hiding in the velvet night’s arms –
morning’s close by with a brand new dawn.
(Thank you for the second collab, Thomas! ;))
Oh, what a rollercoaster you have been, 2017?
The leaves of this year’s calendar is all but gone. With Sara Bareilles “December” playing on my background, with the lyrics:
Distill a whole year down into a day
Act like we all start over with a pristine slate
But to get yourself a new life you’ve got to give the other one away
And I’m starting to believe in the power of a name
‘Cause it can’t be a mistake if I just call it change
let me try to write about this crazy year and what I hope for the next.
The text cursor keeps on blinking, my mind keeps on trying to find the beginning of this post. Where should I start?
So… January 2017 I turned 25 (which I kind of talked about in this poem). It is like 1/3-life-crisis as I remember asking myself, “What have you done? What have you finished? What have you created that you should be proud of?”
It’s a crazy state of asking questions no one can actually answer. So in the end of it all, I let it be. (I’ve been so good at letting things be this year. Not sure if that is good or bad though.)
After the milestone birthday, blog world has been silent while I pour all my energy on Instagram. The camaraderie of the poets there reminded me of how it was here on WordPress, when I was just getting acquainted with my poet-self. I remember being around the awesome group of poets who grew and learned with me. Until one by one they left.
Come May, I released my first poetry collection, Between My Bleeding Lines.
It was exciting to see your words printed and published with a lovely cover by my dear Sarah Doughty. I have honestly no high hopes for this one, and true to “what you think will happen, happens”, it did not soar. Does it matter?
It will be a hypocrite answer to say, “No, book sales doesn’t matter.” Because it does. Who wouldn’t want to hit it big in the first try? Who wouldn’t want to be like Lang Leav and Rupi Kaur? Of course, I do. But I’ve got no expectations and maybe has so little faith. And it showed. It doesn’t make the journey of birthing a book a little less exciting and fulfilling, though. 🙂
Publishing is an uncharted sea I was able to try this year. While the reward isn’t as fruitful, the lessons I learned and the people that made the baby book possible are enough rewards for now. 🙂
In between the hullaballoo of the release and the consistent posting on Instagram, are work tasks which eventually lead me to another “first” of the year which happened last October! My first airplane ride, my first beach experience, and my first out-of-the-country
travel trip! (Thailand! :D)
And 2017 won’t let itself end without a bang as after I went to Thailand for a client’s event, a new job was waiting for me. I was accepted. Considering the family and not myself, I have to accept. Here we go. I have to dive into another uncharted sea.
In between these milestones, I have loved and I have lost. I have given a second chance, and right now, I think that battle is another war that I’ve lost. I want to believe that I’m a brave and not a coward soldier, who knows when to give up. ‘Cause I’m laying down my sword and my armour, it’s time to let people go.
Apologies for such a melancholic post, but believe me, I have a tired heart filled with hope. Like a badly wounded soldier, I’m dusting off my knees and cleaning my wounds.
I am ready for 2018 and the amazing ride it will bring. I am ready to swim the strange sea. I am ready to love and be loved again. I am ready to write and try and try again. I am not at my best position right now, but it doesn’t mean it won’t get better.
It is far better to start the year on bended knee, for that’s the best time to call to the mighty He. I know He will be with me.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, everybody!
Stubborn thoughts surface
refusing to hibernate
in winter’s cold breast.
cracking the thick bed of snow
‘fore the first spring bloom.
(Remember Thomas, friends and poets? 😀 Who missed him like I did?! Raise your hands! 😀
P.S. Thank you for this first collab, Thomas! ;))
Neurons and synapses
used to grooving
fast and relentless
then comes the
the piano’s gentle
a shift in melody,
for the first time
the neurons learned
how to pause
and take a break.
Maybe it was the noise
of the honking fears inside me,
or maybe it was the clink and clanks
of the battling mind and heart inside you.
Maybe I was ready to be brave,
just in time when you surrendered to be afraid,
and these maybes were too loud
enough to create a strong storm out of
our mismatch love.
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