Allow
Your eyes
To flow a river
Of bitter, angry tears,
To cry,
And reveal your fears.
Resist
The urge
To hide them,
As you do often,
Don’t hold them in;
For once, just allow
Their abundant flow.
Breathe
Through your tears,
And through your fears;
Even if you’re alone,
The only one,
To live this bitter, gruesome piece;
Embrace it, all of it,
As only you can,
And through it all, just breathe.
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The little girl surveyed the mess
Broken shards and litter,
Here, there and everywhere;
Looking up to me, she said
“You are worse than me,
That’s a right melee!”
And she was right –
For the things she’d held tight,
Close to her little heart,
I’d let go of, because it hurt
To carry them;
I’d meant to ease
The increasing burden,
Instead, they lay there, broken;
And so was her little self
As if she’d never mend.
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Tired –
It does not begin
To explain
What you feel
In your being
Without and within.
Alone –
A feeling
You’ve always known
Without having
To be told
What it means.
Distance –
A measure
Of the time and space
That exists
Between you and your treasure
A sense of belonging.
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When water freezes
And loses its freedom
To gurgle over rocks,
Play hide and seek
With sunrays peeking through leaves,
Or to give a lift
To a friendly fish,
Does it mourn
The seeming downturn
Of things as they stand,
Or does it go numb,
And embrace the cold as it seeps
Through its very being,
Bowing in defeat,
And paying obeisance to the forces
That call the shots?
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A fugitive
Evading justice
Sought shelter in a dark,
Cavernous cave;
He waited for nightfall
To make an escape,
But it brought no peace
To his hammering heart,
So he retreated further,
Into the pitch black of the nether,
Until he had gone so far
That it made more sense
To find his way to the other end;
And when he finally did,
He brought light
Into the darkest corner,
Now faintly lit,
But enough to reveal
The stories etched
On the wall faces,
The same, age-old stories
Of life and death,
And of the perennial phases
Of triumph and defeat,
For these one cannot escape
Even in the darkest cave.
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Love demands no answers,
Nor does it hold captive,
It certainly seeks no ransom,
To release a restless soul
Desparate to leave,
All of that is but deceit;
And if it is love you seek,
Look for it in the bright sky
On a starry night,
Hear it in the roar
Of a sandy sea shore,
Soak it in, in the dense
Of a rainforest;
A love that will endure
Every test,
Is birthed best
In the heart of nature,
Where love shines pure.
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I
One fine day,
To her dismay,
She found that she was
Missing her shoe,
No, not the pair –
Just the one that would
Ensconce her left foot.
She did what she could,
What you normally would,
When such a thing happens;
She looked for it,
In the most obscure
And random spots
To be doubly sure,
While she held on to the other
In the broken pair.
She held on
For so long,
That it lost
Whatever allure
It orginally held,
And gathered dust
Besides a stale smell,
But she held on,
Or perchance it was
That she forgot.
For, what use a lonesome shoe?
II
What use staying true
To oneself
In a vicious world,
A world that can inflict a sting
So painful, it’d hurt to rise,
From the quagmire of lies
And the burden of being
The lone wolf?
Sunshine, is welcome
But sometimes not,
When it gets too hot
For human comfort.
This fiery star
Heeds no one,
Choosing at times, to disappear
When we’d rather it not.
The sun shines,
And nature responds,
So too, the usually invincible human;
Our rythms and routines
Circadian or mundane,
Are set to follow
The powerful sun.
Sun shines,
Man cannot but abide
By this simple fact;
Man cannot control
What he cannot.
Every creature bidden
To stay hidden,
To escape man’s wrath,
Is but one ray away
From holding sway
And shining with power,
No longer seeking cover;
For it’s man who must,
As he would just
Seek the shade,
When the sun shines.
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The day the sun forgets to set
And the street lights fail to turn on,
The glow worms will be dulled
And the cicadas stilled,
While tired birds will circle
The sky, in confused whirls;
That day, light will have victory,
Vanquishing darkness
Which will have won
Even in defeat
As it beats its retreat,
Quiet, yet emphatic,
Taking with it
Quietude,
Respite, and solitude;
And the light that shines best,
When cocooned in the nest
Of cosy darkness –
Candle light,
Glow worms and star light,
And so too, street lamps,
And the headlights
From every vehicle on a sojourn,
Bearing weary souls
Returning home.
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Some day
Her smile will touch her eyes,
Which will twinkle
With the joy of life.
Some day
She’ll pack up her fears,
And drown them with her tears,
Deep in the ocean,
To the point of no return.
Some day
She’ll regain
The skip in her step,
And she’ll once again
Want to be heard, and to be seen.
Some day
She’ll want to wake up,
To sieze the day,
To have her say,
And to forge her way
Out of the darkness and the pain.
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Chasing Sunshine 