Abyssal

The abyss did not just stare back at me

It seemed to echo my inner symphony

And I

Mesmerised by the melody

Stepped into the chasm

And let it subsume me

Till there was nothing but complete harmony

Micro Poetry #35

And rainbows burst out in the sky

As if dancing in rejoice

The moment she stopped to cry

And finally made her choice

Worth Several Cities

What keeps me going

Are

kind smiles and kinder souls

Pure hearts

Brave and bold

Feisty spirit

For doing what’s right

Strong thoughts

Rooted in actions

Isn’t this all

Worth fighting for?

May I say even

Worth living for?

This piece pays homage to all the front line fighters and unsung every day heroes who are doing unseen acts of kindness and thoughtfulness to lend a helping hand to others less fortunate or able. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? How people can be so nice and caring towards virtual strangers? Gives me hope. Nay, gives me a whole lot more than hope!

The title pays homage to the Chinese idiom meaning priceless. All fellow Elementary followers would know 😉

In these dire and gloomy times, what keeps you lot going? I’d love to know?

One for Sorrow, Two for Joy

One for sorrow

Two for joy

Not just a nursery rhyme

To pass time by

Counting magpies or men

Believing in the potency of an omen

One who’s alone may not always be lonely

And two’s company

Need not forever spark joy

So be careful of what to believe

And be wary of who you bereave

Because

One for sorrow

Two for joy

Is more than just a nursery rhyme

To pass time by

Why A Poet #14

Poetry comes in many forms

Some will make you lose all track of time

Some are filled with melody and rhyme

And yet others may be devoured by lovers over a shared glass of wine

But poetry, conveyed in any way

Either spoken or written in ink

Will always make you think

But most of all

And more important still

It is bound to make you feel

I Dare You

If pain was all there ever was

Would you still dare to love?

If darkness was all you’d ever known

Would you still dare to flip the switch?

If despair was all you’d ever felt

Would you still dare to hope?

If failure was the only road ahead

Would you still dare to take a step?

If nightmares were all you’d ever seen

Would you still dare to dream?

If I were the only reward

Would you still dare to care?

 

 

Barter

If you’re ever in the market

For a forever kind of love

Remember to pay the piper

And beware his shove

If you’re ever in the market

For a loyal kind of friend

Remember to sharpen your back

Or over a knife you’d have to bend

If you’re ever in the market

For happiness and delight

Remember to close your windows

Before it’s the middle of the night

If you’re ever in the market

For some soul stirring poetry

Remember I like to have cupcakes with my unsweetened tea

Goodnight and Goodbye?

The wind is changing its course tonight

The trees, of course, are dancing in delight

Their branches, unfettered, sway against my window

Throwing mesmerising patterns on the wall behind

And I, as usual, sit speechless

Completely mesmerised

So forgive me if I do not pay heed

To your every whim, fancy and need

For the wind is changing it’s course tonight

And, I’ve found the courage to do what’s right

Create, don’t hate! The poem that kept getting posted and deleted

I ran into some internet problems and the same poem got posted 5 times! And then all got deleted too. If you’d been kind enough to like it the first time, please also like the version linked below. Apologies for the inconvenience.

They say create something new In order to mend what’s broken Now I sit here cross legged In the middle of a room Surrounded by all these pieces of …

Create, don’t hate!

Create, don’t hate!

They say create something new

In order to mend what’s broken

Now I sit here cross legged

In the middle of a room

Surrounded by all these pieces of art

Which my heart has bled onto

I’ve drawn a pair of teary eyes

I’ve sketched a hedge of prickly thorns

I’ve painted a castle of crumbling bricks

I’ve sculpted a bust of wobbly shapes

I’ve created

And hated

And moulded my pain

And in doing so

I might have done some embroidery too

Because I can see in my mind clear as day

The pieces of a broken heart

Sewn together with threads of art