Shifting Time

 

The Sunday Muse #184

A shimmering 

Slice of hope

We pray for 

In the tempest 

Called life.

Just a flickering 

And every worry 

Gets uncluttered.

What a powerful 

Source of inspiration !

The Invincible

 Fear walks noiselessly 

Among the milieu 

How the mind works

Only the one who

Tastes fear knows.

There are many

Silent warriors 

Who beat fear

Just to prove

Nothing last long.

Either you accept life

Is just sand passing 

Through the fingers

Or let time frame

The path of destiny.

Temptations

 The Sunday Muse #182

The  shades ,

Tinged with

Many greys are 

Carved in the psyche 

Inked in darkness 

And a bit of righteousness 

A  pandemic 

Shuttles inbetween them 

Harvesting thoughts 

Deeped in ivy blue.

The shades,

Are capable of

Pushing over the cliff

In phases,

Sometimes they

Rain rainbows

To balance the moods.

Checkmate

 The Sunday Muse #181

Many times

Life gets pawned 

In those unseen 

Vulnerable moments.

It is never perfect

Sudden  deadend

Crinkle the spirit

And the decisions 

Pave the path to 

Undeniable consequences. 

How can one deny

And not accept 

The unpredictable choices?

 

A Feel of Autumn

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                                                                   my village

The shores 

On the other side of the mountains

Echoes in my dreams

A burst of nostalgia 

Swirls on a rainbow

A dreamland of my childhood

Beacon of lullabies and memories

Strings on the heart and sing

I wish to fly over those verdant vales

And feel my soul set free.

Chimera

 The Sunday Muse #180

mystical vision

windows of deep illusion

narcissism thy name.

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A Lone Sentinel

 The Sunday Muse #179

How you store memories within the walls of

Brick and mortar?

How come sepia shaded shadows bring images of a dancing past

A happy childhood and echoes of laughter?

The magic word is...nostalgia!

So many floating memories 

Lurks in invisible shapes

In every nook and corner.

Wants, desires, trust and beliefs

Carefree childhood, bubbling lives

A peal of birth, a cry of death

Everything amalgamated 

In the fires of existence.

Once, seasons of  warmth and experiences

Trudged through the whispering boughs

Now, there are silent wails

As the birds encroach the space

Where once emotional bonds survived.

Autumn not only breathes in the hearts of a past

It even touches the soul of a bricked wall.

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Precipice

 

The Sunday Muse: #178

Softly thudding hours

move on tight wires

each hour a painful step

holding life at a standstill

 fear grips 

at every waking moment

will there be a tomorrow

or  silent hands in flight

the precipice

in sight and thoughts

resonates silently

to be or not to be

how easy it would be

to take the leap

and end this restlessness

in one silent moment of faith.

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Every Breathe Counts

     The Sunday Muse#177

Walking on a tight rope

A generation moved on

Learning and unlearning

An array of experiences.

There were times

When the skin felt alive

Hooked on a string

Like counting hours.

Now, a twist felt

Not only in bones

But also in every breathe

As one strings the

Shades of salt and pepper.

Still, there is joy

Flowing in the veins

With a slight wobble here

And a deep whisper there

Stands strong, a diehard believer

On unsteady hands.

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A Long Journey

 The Sunday Muse #176

Thirty six years have passed

When I crossed those

Verdant mountains

From one coast to another.

Winding through those highways

Many serpentine images flash

Peppered with spurted breakdowns,

Sprinkled with some sweet and sour moments,

Many happy memories, and lots of water under the bridge.

A lifetime of nostalgia wrapped deep in the heart.

Once in a while I rummage through those pages

To find myself, remembering a young spirited 

Innocent and vulnerable me.

Time has left many scars on the way

But, life has been  kind

All the battle marks are intact

Guiding me through the waning seasons

I smile and heal in the blushing sunset.

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We Heal Each Other

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pods of gliding life

sliced by time, pain and distance

meet at the crossroads.

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