Love is a constant, the thing that is always good will always be with us even though times will make us think we are without it. 🙂
Our hearts may break,
And for a while we may not see the light.
Our lives may be altered in ways that scare us,
And we may not feel positive for a while.
Our memories and the days we spent together may seem blurry,
But with time they’ll all be clear again.
One day we’ll look back and smile again, because love is always there.
-ZeinaA.G
end to the season
the colors of nature dull
winter frost clinging
nothing is everything
everything is nothing
darkness becomes light
light becomes darkness
death is life
life is death
infinity is the end and the beginning
WE are the unceasing singularity
Indian summer
Fallen leaves, yellowed.
Hot winds blast during the day.
Sweet Mangoes beckon.
Festival of Colours-Holi
Hues of fire on trees.
Festival of hues on cheeks.
Pristine moonlit night.
Monsoon Hues-India
Wet stray on road,
Searching for shelter from rain.
Thunderclaps exhort.
An entry in Lockdown Dairy
Bare roads, sans human.
Nature sets up symphony,
With birds, bees and breeze.
The beautiful Taj Mahal-India
On Yamuna’s bank,
Love’s monument pristine white;
With the moonbeams vie.
Indian Winter nights
Winter nights-
Sitting around a fire
Waiting for the morn.
A cough,
Cold air’s whiplash;
Invites sufferers’ curse.
Long nights
In a donated quilt.
A homeless prays in sleep.
~~~
Goutam is passionate about poetry and writes whenever something or someone touches his heart. He lives in Kolkata, India and writes poetry in English, Hindi and Bengali. His book on English poetry “Hues of Life” (Notion Press) can be found at Amazon. He can be reached at gdutta17@gmail.com. Goutam blogs at Straight from Heart.
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our existence is pure chance
from the first breath to the last
…we begin to emerge
we reside in our hulls
as best we can
…we accept our fate
no destiny is foretold
it would be a lie
…we begin to build our futures
the influences we encounter
shape our course
...we put the pieces together
our existence in this world
a compilation of experiences
…we accept or reject what we encounter
this being of our own making
punctuated by false starts
…we are the entity we discovered
years of facing trials
and joys captured in moments
…we become
a lifetime to savor through memories
a person determined
Thank you, Akshita, for inspiring these thoughts!
Always be tender…
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Sun kissed
petals undone
you opened in the warmth
and rejoiced
moist,
glassy,
smooth and
sweetly perfumed,
unfurling before me,
raw, naked,
beautiful,
my tender caress
the key.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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clutching the familiar
history entwined
all around me
each dance with rain
an opportunity
sowing strength and hope
the crackling of old
sheds to reveal
new growth
expansion through the seasons
reaching full potential
and glorious heights
time, an enemy of our state
robs us of our vitality
we are eventually humbled
my face in the mirror reflects
a ghostly reminder
this leathered skin
has endured hardships
just as she did
except
only her contentedness
beamed through
she was always glad to be alive
her adventures many and
her strength evident
as i remember her fondly
my weariness etches slightly less deep
i won’t allow my defeatist demeanor
to harshly pigment my day
thank you, gamma
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