Glimpses

 The Sunday Muse #225

I want to tell you

All about the changing seasons

The fragrant dawns

The blazing sunsets

The welcoming chirpy mornings

Breezy springs and sunny summers

The soothing showers and warm feelings

Shimmering beaches and swaying palms

Bottled secrets and wandering dreams

And many more,

When we meet on the dewy rainbow.

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Shades

 The Sunday Muse #224

The fragmented heart

Embraced colors

To fill the emptiness.

The resonance of

Fear and tears

Washed in the bright shades.

They healed, the

desolate wounds, wrapped

In ebullient hues.

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The Mystic

 

The Sunday Muse #222

Singer & Songwriter Michal Elia Kamal 

The strings of a bohemian heart

Rhymes, 

Through the fingers.

There is no tomorrow in the tunes

There is only 

Today and self, to feel

Life floating on wings of musical chimes.

The yearning,  

For freedom transcends

In the tranced existence of a rhythm. 

As the seven ragas 

Swirl in the veins,

A Sufi is born; free, alone, and formless!

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Sunshine and Rainbow

 The Sunday Muse # 221

Softly thudding heartbeats

Lead her to the shores of dreams

Where the sun sings

The tune of love and peace.

She catches the rays

In her aching heart

To wean away the ghosts

Chasing her nightmares.

Sweet life smiles

In the company of friends

She builds her cocoon

And holds her piece of sky.

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Impermanence

 The Sunday Muse #220

In the caressing darkness

Creeping through the

Breathing shadows

A few memories whisper

In a lingering rhapsody.

Breaking down the barriers

Of a bottled existence.

They come en masse,

With zillions of sunny dreams,

Fleeting heartaches,

Haunting love songs, magical moments,

Wordy duels and sometimes,

Just a smoldering silence.

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Poets

 The Sunday Muse #219 

Dear Bev, you will be always missed, Rest in peace dear wordsmith.

They come on wings of words silently,

Bringing invisible bonds of warmth hopefully.

When the heart sinks into the pits of darkness

Their kind words erase the tinge of loneliness.

They are a band of strong warriors

The mightly carriers of thoughtful words

There is strength in their invisible existence

Which fills the heart with immense peace.

Some stay deep in the heart

Carrying the torch of love

Their presence is ever felt

In the realms of the poetic world.

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Free Spirit

 The Sunday Muse #218

The world in its shades

Builds many barriers

A cacophony of choices

That is when the spirit speaks

A language of freedom.

There is peace

In the smallest things

When nature plays

The flute of resonance

Life takes a leap.

Maybe a hermit

Took birth through those choices

But, there was a choice

Without the hurdles

Made by the social norms.

Freedom comes

At a price!

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This poem is dedicated to Sherry Blue Sky!

Dominance

 The Sunday Muse #217

The fire engulfs

The last threads

Of freedom 

To choose

To live

To fight

To survive

Her hopes shredded 

By age-old bias

A towering cross

Hangs on her crown

She has  no right

Over her body

The law controls it

In the lands

Where Liberty

Dies a silent death! 

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Fire in the Heart

The Sunday Muse #216

The vagabond spirit

fluttering

in the cage

waiting

to soar high

and

touch the winds of life.

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Remembrance

 The Sunday  Muse #215

the dark memories

flood the rivers in the heart

never-ending ache

losing suddenly left a half-built scarred wall life stuck midways

the heaven and earth

shed a tear of loss and grief

the pain built a nest

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Sweet Desires

 The Sunday Muse #214

                                                    "Flaming June" by Frederic Leighton

There were days

When the sultry evenings

Burning with desires

Flickered dreamily,

Anticipating, longing

For the warmth,

To flood the cells.

To get swept

By your gaze,

Lustily, completely,

In the paper mache

Silhouette, if so

Ephemerally,

In a liquid state.

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