Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Nature, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Society, Travel, tagged afraid, anymore, ashes, autumn, back, banish, become, behind, beside, birth, bloom, book, bookmarks, brittle, carry, change, come, count, days, distant, dreams, dry, dust, earth, faded, fail, faint, fear, feet, fingerprint, flower, forgetting, fresh, glistening, gray, hair, heal, hope, imprint, ink, innocence, lay, leaves, left, letters, lives, long, lost, love, matter, meant, memory, mind, moon, most, move, new, night, One, own, pages, past, pen, petal, photographs, poem, poetry, promise, record, remains, remembrance, rescue, romance, rose, salvage, scar, season, sit, sleep, slowly, smell, stand, summer, sunlight, sunrise, tell, things, think, thorn, time, tomorrow, touch, Travel, turn, wait, waning, watermarks, white, wilt, window, winds, wish, words, wound, written, years, youth on March 9, 2013|
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Think about the pen and the fingerprints
romancing in the glistening dust against the sunlight.
The faded photographs with watermarks
of remembrances salvaged from the past.
Brittle to touch and slowly turning to ashes.
Think about the bookmarks of dried rose petals
and the faint smell imprinted to the pages,
rescued from the years of forgetting the ones
that mattered most. And the dreams that never
meant to be owned like the earth where I stand.
If the promise of coming back becomes a distant memory-
counting each sunrises and every new moons. Let hope
travel its feet while I sit beside by the window waiting.
For innocence will turn my graying hairs to white
and youth will leave me like the wilted leaves of autumn.
The season changes and they say time heals every wound.
But the scars of our love-thorned lives remains relived
in our book of days. I wish the summer winds will carry
the ashes until forgetting. I wish sleep will banish the things
which I failed to tell you when you left me. I moved on.
I have written letters with the pen until it dried out of ink
I have recorded our memories for fear that it will be lost too.
And my waning mind gave birth to words I have bookmarked
with fresh flowers that blooms from the same earth I will lay
with my dreams. I am not afraid anymore of the longest night
until tomorrow.
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Steel Bars
Posted in Current Affairs, Literature, Memoirs, Philosophy, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Social Commentary, Society, Travel, tagged afar, bars, blow, bring, brittle, broken, build, circles, cold, day, distances, dreams, edifice, eyes, fragile, freedom, grip, hand, hard, horse, how, inside, lay, light, look, lost, matter, mind, need, news, night, noise, out, perch, poem, poetry, prop, reach, record, resilience, restrain, reverberates, roam, run, see, self-esteem, shell, steel, tell, tower, Travel, unhindered, untame, untangle, walk, wild, wind, within, yesterday on March 2, 2013| 2 Comments »
I am perched here inside with distances to roam
only my eyes can see. You are out of reach.
The wind blows from distances afar
bringing me in yesterday’s news. It’s cold.
And the noise reverberates like a broken record.
Tell me about freedom. Day in, day out.
Of walking in circles, and the light travels into the night.
Tell me about resilience. No matter how it looks-
a hard shell but brittle and fragile within my mind
where it builds edifices of dreams. Towering
over my need to run away and get lost
untangled into distances unhindered.
Restrain my hand from gripping the bars
of steel I layed propping up my self-esteem.
I will run untamed like a wild horse.
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