Dear people who have been so kind to me here,
Thank you to everyone here on WordPress who have liked my posts, followed my writings , shown appreciation and support, I am overwhelmed with all the support and am moved to tears , can’t help it , we poets are basically emotionally charged lot and it all spills on paper.
Reading all the fantastic work here has been so inspiring. I can connect with all that I read. Honest and appealing to the spirit and soul.
Finally I have come home. Thank you all . I am so grateful to all of you .
My nesting place, my sounding board. Thank you WordPress.
I remember when….as a child, I spent most of my time in libraries, engrossed in reading. I devoured books and felt no hunger , food that spirit and soul were feeding
I remember when…,life was simple, uncomplicated..with no mobiles , no internet . reading habits were inculcated . The outdoors gave creative outlet.
I remember when….games were played in the bask of nature , now video games are played on couches practically, a virtual world that we now live in a web that slouches.
a kind word is like a dressing on a wound
after being rubbed with salt, then sweetly gowned.
life is a tormentor, you think
it’s gonna get better but it never does
a tormented mind
devoid of hope, I grieve alone
bees draw nectar
from fragrant flowers
do flowers feel the sting?
cancer is a shameless thief
invading, encroaching cheat
an unannounced guest that lives
like a parasite.
silken strands of golden light
melting the snow with its warmth
emblazoning all nature
eating humble pie for too long
other food, will my stomach allow?
I have been so engrossed, thinking hard
These musings in my head, round and round floating
I only wish my ruminations sound like a bard
Emptying contemplations on paper, opining
These thought processes have my grey cells shrinking
I seem to have forgotten about what I have been reflecting
Perceptions going berseck, tripping over each other
Introspection clouding reverie, doubts hover
Haemoglobin drying, this hyperactivity in my brain
My red blood corpuscles going down the drain
We need to think about what we need to think before we think
Otherwise into this pensive mire, we may sink
A rest from deliberations, going to hit the sack
concieving colorful dreams even though it is pitch black.
The reflection of her bloodshot eyes
In the transparency of her fate’s demise
Gulping down the remnants of anguish
The lump in her throat still did languish
Rising to a cry that could not be heard
Knotting down in her stomach that she could not purge
She could not let herself drown in her sorrow
Some part of her still hoped for a better tomorrow
Anticipation tantalized,teased her forlornness
Soothing to ease her sense of wretchedness
Her reverie vitalized her sagging spirit
Surpassing any disillusions decrepit
Vitality of her soul’s essence roused her optimism
Flooding her being with new found enthusiasm.