The independent she who loves life
There is beauty in your imperfections, The things that are most true, Are filled with flaws, covered in cracks, You stumble on your sentences, Forget the words that you need, You are real, To those parading as perfection, Pay them no heed, For it is you and how you feel, It is you and those… Continue reading Be You
A question of life, She resolved to decipher, A stark enigma. Via: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/64808775/posts/2056059039
The circle of life, It begins where it ends, And after traversing myriad paths, You realize too late, That you are where you began. Deceptive de-tours, Digressing paths, Angles that falsely subtend, It was all a facade. For nothing changed, You thought that you had moved on, Moving onto new horizons, Inching towards a life.… Continue reading Life in a circle…..
When the world crumbles, And you stand at the precipice, Staring into the deep gorges around, A dark abyss. A slip here and down you go, A cascade into an empty void. As you gaze into the horizon, A shaft of light streams in, Sheathed and clouded, You hang onto the tiny ray, In hope… Continue reading The gorge
Life goes on, On and on. On one day, And another, It is the same. So? I ask , Ask this, This to myself, So often. But? But what? Life will go on, On and on, A punctual clock, Each day the the same, Each minute the same, Each second the same. And I? I… Continue reading A soliloquoy
A fuzzy mind swoons, But not a morsel of food, Still a serene smile.
The hash-tag lava Spurted out that was hushed up, A torrid deluge. Making voices heard, As the heavy boulders fall, In their own craters.
When life throws questions to you, And you have no answers. When you try to solve the puzzles, And the conundrum becomes all the more enigmatic. When you try to untie the knots, And the mesh Is all the more tangled. When you try to simplify, And it becomes more complex. When you want to… Continue reading Questions
As I stand at the cusp, I pause and think. What had gone by, Its kaleidoscope whirred in mind's eye. Those buried dreams,those inane desires, Those silly joys, Long gone and dead, Now get a whiff of life, Make tarried movements, As they rouse from their hoary slumber. I reminisce our camaraderie, How we wove… Continue reading If tomorrow will come
