end before start
for me
you were perfectly imperfect
for you
i was imperfectly perfect
with that
your end, yet again, preceded my start
the middle way
nothing to be added
or to be removed
is poetry
not to close
not too far
is poetry
not on leash
yet not unleashed
is poetry
how to be
and yet how to Not be
is Poetry
self disappears
to Appear
is Poetry
prose and poetry
prose is plenty
poetry is seldom
prose overflows
poetry just is
prose grounds
poetry flows
prose is witty
poetry is beauty
prose happens to be
poetry is meant to be
prose teaches
poetry one learns
prose is human
poetry is Life
child's play
Pure souls
I came across
love for life
glistening in
their eyes
No envy
or hatred
neither greed
nor selfishness
If finding joy
in little things
was indeed
a child’s play
Tell me why
we grow up
to only give up
on what was
our essence
A soul break
is the price paid
to earn that quest
back again
Working hard
to seek what was
a child’s play
after all
in the woods
In the woods I become alive
Stories exchanged sans the words
Silence nursing courage
To the shy answers within
In the woods I become alive
autumn
O Autumn, here you are
Bringing warmth to sight
Adding freshness to breath
Bringing in new yet keeping the familiar old
Showing the beauty in subtle change
Carrying a blanket of comforting golden rays
Easing us into the next big change
O Autumn, how I wish you overstayed
fall season
I may fall
But as I fall
I will color the ground
I may fall
But as I fall
I will lift up the mood around
broken heart
my broken heart
carries me to a home where I hear
the shattered hearts
of other poets
my broken heart
shows love
not through words
rather through tears
my broken heart
awakens me
to never let me sleep
the same sleep again
my broken heart
feels broken beyond repair
yet courage seeks me
to seek love yet again
the stare
I know that stare into the void
feelings devoid
enveloped in a world that dances around
with all its distinct sight and sound
yet a blur is all what feels is abound
the storm rages at a sea inside
numbing senses to not feel the outside
to feel the calm after the storm
one just needs to Be for the cathartic transform
patiently waiting with all the dare
for the wave to wash over that into-the-void stare
helpless
I never feared the tears
Only feared them having to roll inwards
memories
Farewells are not for heartbreaking goodbyes
They are for heartwarming welcomes
Welcoming memories that never change
Unlike their creators destined for a farewell
Take me home