Water deeply to
roots effortlessly in
equanimity with earth united
the graces of truth
Similar is with the
love and heart’s desire
***
But in the cosmic game
the absurdity of the times
sowing thickens
worn small
erroneous lives
in a temporary
drunkenness chimera
For power, for spoils
***
The truth liberated
from Circle of illusion
spreads soul streets
Beauty sharp chisel
The clouds were teeming with rain,
And from a distant hut, smoke wafted,
You pulled me close…and deeply kissed me,
Held the moment, with the hands of stolen time,
Your fingers dancing on my skin,
And that was goodbye,
The last whole piece of you,
Left me in the tornado of pain and loneliness,
Where my tears, became one with the rain drops,
And bits and pieces that flowed into the river.
Like that smoke, that in the mist disappeared,
So are the memories of the days we shared,
Like leaves, that fall and by the wind swept,
So are the memories of nights you touched me,
The rattling pieces that my heart is,
Reminds me of days we danced in the sunset by the river,
Now all that is left are bits and pieces that slowly fade.
Well, It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I live in the time forgotten,
It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I make snow angels out of sadness,
And wishes, out of worries and loneliness,
It’s in these bits and pieces,
That I reflect on the darkness that lights my world,
And It’s with these bits and pieces,
That I mould you whole, the best way I remember you
There is one shadow..
with known … face..
There is one voice
with,,,, known whisper,,
I know who is around me,,,
but
I don’t want to believe in it,,
There is one touch ,,
with warm soothing ,
There is one song with,,,
known wordings ,,
I know who is around me ,,
but
I don’t want to believe in it,,,
There is one way..
with known ways…
There is one wish,,
with known consequences,,,
I know who is around.. me
but
I don’t want to believe in it,,,
There is one vision ,,
with known facts ,,
There is one faith,,
with known one,,
I know who is around ,,, me
but
I don’t want to believe in it,,,
There is one love..
with one sentiment ,,
There is one connection ,,,
with myself,,,
I know who is around… me
but
I don’t want to believe in
it….
Because I know .. its u
… Kidding with me ,,,
Its u missing me,,,
Its u loving me,,, its living in
me,,
its u ,,
I know its u
Written By
AB
Hanit Vairagi
https://joannaoftheforest.wordpress.com/
Take no more prisoners.
Teach them the skills
Of their ancestors
Who thrived for centuries
In icy blue waters
Living in freedom
With dignity.
Watch them live wild
Leaping for joy,
For their own reasons,
Not for our entertainment.
Ask their forgiveness
For the depravity
Of their captivity.
Listen to their songs
Rising from the depths
Of the wide ocean
Not from concrete misery.
Learn from their truth,
Untarnished
By human manipulation.
Is this the essence of it all?
Is it the all of what we have?
Is the essence mothers’ loving arms enfolding a broken heart?
Do we always know it all?
Is this the essence of it all?
What is your fact to be?
The centre of this revolving world?
The essential pivot?
Is it our peaceful contemplation of wisdom, the knowledge?
That we are all still students?
Would this be an important detail for future, for present?
Or should it remain in the past?
Is this your essence of it all?
Is this your essential?
Your essence of it all
My hair is barely wet
At all
And yet
The rain did fall
As I stood
In yonder wood.
The yammer
Of a hammer
Reached my ear,
While the birds free
Sang to me
As I touched the flowers
That know not hours.
words
tainted my soul,
touched my heart,
caught my fall.
words
made me dream,
took me far,
light my dim.
words
kissed my hair,
blushed my cheeks,
gave me air.
words
whispered to me,
coaxed me out,
now I’m free.
she remembered she was falling
reaching for a cake crumb
swallowing a draught
that completely turned her head
she was running round the roses
painting red and white
challenging the chess board
to maneuvers in the dark
she had a distant memory
of a love that struck a spark
but the tables all kept turning
when he tried to take her hand
in the horrors and delusions
that stalked this troubled land
he loved her all the time
but he had lost his mind
lovers often lose their way
whether they are sane or mad
all is topsy-turvy
when the news is always bad
they race around in shadows
trying to find a light
their dreams become a nightmare
ruining their night
but up above the stars shine out
constellations point the path
if only they could both sit down
gazing up at last
the roses never needed paint
he knew that all along
check mate only brings an end
to more that can be done
lovers only need to sit
and think what love’s about
and forget the silly games
that pull them inside out
We washed bottles, rinsing them in icy water,
We wore high galoshes and our feet got wet,
The other ladies were my mother’s age,
I was nineteen,
And promised myself,
Among the banging of bottles,
And the burbling of water,
“I will not leave you here,
I will not leave you!”
During a break we would take off wet aprons,
Sit at a table,
And either joke or complain,
That the soup lacked salt,
Or they would talk about children,
Relating about cutting fingers on the edge of bottles,
“You will not stay here,
You will not stay!”
I repeat.
The factory boss would usually lay me down flat at the lunch table,
A bald man with a beer belly,
I reached down to the bottom of his sweet bottles with brushes,
He starts to gossip like a brush inside of me,
“I will not leave you here”
I whispered.
Some trade unions helped us in a strike,
We demanded:
A change of management,
And some safe work,
Benefits for missed days,
The dismissal of of the Director.
Standing with heavy galoshes
In water up to the knees,
Being quiet,
Mute,
Was not life,
But death
In a windowless,
Sweetly scented,
Soda factory.
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