We sin as devils; do we love as angels do?
Like the Sun
She trusted explicitly
her rebellious act
against the angels
they had lied
again
She had escaped
to rescue her spirit
it will no longer be
ruled from the outside
She was a woman
full of quests and charm
her past was never a burden
because it lightened her soul
Like the sun
she was alone
but would never sell
her days for gold and promises
Let them think what they want
but she was in love with the soft breeze
she needed to listen to everything it carried
illuminating everything in her life like the sun
What Happens Next?
What happens next?
That question
was surrounded by a currency of shadows
and rang a tabernacle of bells
he could neither think and answer
exhaustion was a silent companion
and it clouded his imagination
he did not know that he had arrived
where the stars, the moon and the grey sky
spelled eternity
was he going to open his eyes?
Or his heart?
A Fall
It is messy and rickety
Secret that saddens the heart
The wise also fall into thorns
A fall is every fools’ a sanctuary
A fall is aching but shy
A friendly but frantic tumble
It is volatile, gnarled and old
The reason for frantic weeps and pleads
A fall forces one to smell the earth
In a curious but explosive melancholy
To the innocent soft mournful whisperings
Of the ground’s vermin’s sweat, storm and steam
A fall blows away wisps of clouds,
Bowing the faint strands of sunshine
Those carrying hints of overtaxed heart
Pain of a poisoned good reputation
Sifting lies from a bulk of truth
A fall can smoothen all thoughts
It is a gone moment before starting
The wise had spoken of the word before
Of a mirror that had never shown reflection
Disillusionment
Rush of jumbled sensations
Got leveled by reasonable thoughts
Carried by the kiss of grand gentle drafts
That beamed the face like an old magician
Who had discovered overt and covert tricks
Pangs of constant disgrace
Receded like a ship on the shore
Feeling had never been reflected before
It was a hale and hearty star filled nighttime
Gleaming eyes carried peace and trails of pride
Inner fire sparked all senses
Hardening all delicate features
Set apart by animal grace and strides
Pins and pricks of moonlight radiated trees
Stirring forgotten also lost warmth and desires
The vision was blurred by uncontainable tears
Of misunderstanding and hurt feelings
It was nothing but hard delusions
Not one or two meanings
Had to dismiss
Disappointed
Broken Angel
Surrounded by the hidden obscenity of the sky,
She coiled there naked and frayed,
Fire above the sky was as in her heart,
Ancestor’s winds carried a promise of rain,
But no amount of rain would cool her burning skin
Exposed under the judging eyes,
She had lost all her sensibility, earthiness and humanness,
Her dignity had been ensnared and reduced into fine dust,
She felt it disappearing into the red, hot fierce winds,
She huddled her defenseless sickly body against a million-knot gusts
She couldn’t,
She was small and weak,
She was a trapped powerless fly,
She took in all rain’s violence out of the tempest,
Regretting the loss of birth and of freedom
Violent battering rain equaled the pounding of her chest,
She hated her skin, weight and the texture of her hair,
She hated the trees and all the flowers,
She hated the sun, the moon and the stars,
She hated some more,
Hated the rain,
Hated her life,
…and gods,
She could only hate…
Quote for the year
The man in my mirror
Where does the answer exist?
Is it the passion that nearly ran me blind?
No, it is not,
For it bled my heart,
A thousand scars evident of the dark presence,
The answer exists deep inside me,
I feel it every time I breathe,
When I open my eyes to a new day,
Every time I stretch out my hands to receive the gifts of a new day
I see it in the reflection of my mirror,
When I see a man with golden dreams,
Decorated with desires for dazzling heights,
A sense of competence and peace overwhelm me,
The man in the mirror seems to hold the key,
To my daily pursuit of fulfillment and the seemingly elusive happiness,
Away from the tangle of lies and empty promises,
Flowing and moving around all around me,
The man in the mirror knows the key,
To the mystery gate of unchaining all apprehensions,
With fiery red light across the horizon being a sign,
Of possibility of discovering my infinity worth.
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