Category: nature

Lost beauty

She was breaking and every falling ray of light on her , was splitting into a rainbow
I wished , I could tell her how beautiful she looked , her body so much like a fragile glass was letting those rainbows pour out of her pieces . I wish I could tell her it was okay to be broken , it was okay to shatter .
But she was only taught to be whole , unscratched , to not fall , to hold the screams , she was only taught to be graceful .
And when the pain had hit her , her body hadn’t known how to react , her limbs just trembled and her face grew pale like winter . She couldn’t even try to breathe or to let the wind caress her for a while . She was in disgust with herself , her existence her thoughts ..
But those were beautiful to hear when unknowing she would utter them and giggle . She lived in those moments of her imagination and it felt good to see her alive .
She was regretting and the pain was too much to bear , she was regretting walking towards her dream , breaking the rule in her book , because they never taught how to heal when you broke them .. There were petunias blooming with her tears and roses turning red with her blood .The sun was bright , glorifying her image for the left moments of her existence . She didn’t even wish anyone to come and accept her in that moment , she didn’t believe in fairy tales anymore .
And I , a mere spectator of her beauty and innocence was just waiting to carry her soul ..

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October

Those leaves have started
To part the beloved hands
With gentle blows of the wind
To lay on the ground
And soak under
The gentleness of the sun

The benevolent souls
Will cherish the soft chirps
beneath Their feet
As they run into the arms
Of the love coming home

And how I wish to stay
Amidst the air of autumn
Sleeping as it chants in my ear
The lullabies I had forgotten
Oh ! October has finally come

Reborn


Out of the ashes
Of the morbid wooden box
Catching for the breath
lit up
And the winds I heard
Was now clearer .
As the ashes met the ground
And like magic
The Box was gone
In recital of the words
Of wind
I were reborn …..

Dreary of the eyes

What do you call those eyes
lost in the blackness of
the world haunted by humans ,
afraid to swallow the stars too bright .
Where the innocence hides
beneath the bruises turning to blue
and the sparkle just floats surging
with waves that never reaches the shore… 

A walk on clouds

Let’s scroll down and stumble upon 

the strings of cloud spread all around 

generating tunes with each step unsaid 

only the rising eyes  let speak 

 

Let’s walk through the creases of clouds 

lined up above each other 

peeking our big head first 

then struggle with our hand 

and jump all at once 

on clouds waiting for us

 

Step by step let’s  put our toes first 

and fall on our heels at once 

Let’s walk towards the burning ball 

till  the warmth is enough

 

Let’s  sit where the clouds end

watching the sun sink down 

while I rest my head upon your arms

And let the time pass by ..

 

Pages

Will the remnants of my pages

Stay in the air of whirling winds

Brushing over the grave I lay in 

 

Will the yellow pages walk afresh 

In the streets of the world I never knew

Wandering into the playful grooves 

While I ll be sleeping  in my den

 

 

Will the words I never spoke 

Fly out of the pages turning old 

To swim in serenity with the river flow

And reach across banks i didn’t see

After my scent is no more to smell

 

Will the remnants of my pages

Stay in the air of whirling winds

 

Brushing over the grave I lay in no