Reblog – Love Is Always There. by ZeinaA.G.

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. 🙂

Writing with an Open Heart

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

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Goutam Dutta

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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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How We Become

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!

Reblog – The Key by Paul Vincent Cannon

Always be tender…

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Key – RDP Monday

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The Key

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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Branching Out

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



Her Spirit

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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