Serenity
swathed in vacuous clouds
tucked in silent drops of rain
drifting curtains of misty spray–
this feeling when I pray
Serenity
away the pain of massacres
of triggers, blades and blame
protesting, powerless rage–
the muted venom of our age
Serenity
rest with me tonight
cuddle me gently in your arms
kiss me with your scented breath–
lift me from this deepening depth
But never bury me in the sand…
Accused
Standing in the dock
Waiting to be sentenced
Merciless
In his judgment
Brusque closing statement
Admonished
Branded as a thief
He ruled that a precedent be set
Briefing
The press, emphatic in his words
He pronounced me undeniably guilty
Of stealing your heart
A seduction of words
The meandering images
Of a flooded swollen river
Caught up in your deluge
A blinding sandstorm cloud
Rolling, red desert storm
Left wandering, lost in direction
Beseiged and surrounded by you
Tides keep revolving and turning
Ebbing and flowing audaciously
Tempting invitation to dive in
To be swallowed for love of you
The mountains rise steeply ahead
Taunting, titillating to climb
Each step higher and higher still
Reaching peaks, smothered in clouds
In the falling mists of a rain forest
You ended the chase amidst trees
And lush leaves, elaborately laced
Finally caught in your embrace
Until the next chase…
When I try to find the inner child in me,
it is your shrouding leaves and purple berries I see.
From hard living and discord of poverty’s gloom
you were my escape, my salve, my healing room,
a refuge– surrogate mother to nurture my wound.
You were the lofty stage for the songs that I crooned,
the neighborhood listening as a matter of routine,
applauding my talent with each song I would sing.
Everyday would not be complete without you in scene,
climbing through your branches, I became your queen.
Oh how fondly I still remember you as I spread my name,
you’re in my stories of climbing I the ladder of fame.
How little I was then, when you invited me in,
to escape turbulence and pacify the rage felt within.
In your fold , my earliest dreams were nourished.
You escorted my daydreams as my imagination flourished.
You were my anchor, my secret home from brutality
of drunken brawls, chaotic lives and melancholic futility.
How well I remember the fall from your twisting branches.
Many years later, the scar reminds me of taking chances.
My most cherished memories belonged to the future,
not whether my wound received a healing suture.
Instead I regale the blissful hours I spent with you,
leaning from higher branches to get a helicopter view,
learning to rise above my context without losing me,
finding the balance- standing tall with smiling humility.
As I nibbled your purple fruit and dreamed of distant places,
drew strength from your sturdy trunk, your open spaces.
You taught me to stand proud and not follow the crowd,
draw your healing power to share and make you proud.
Though you are long gone, you are a fixture in my mind,
lessons I learnt of how to stand firm yet still be kind,
to borrow your resilience in stormy trials and acerbic strife,
copy your composure in the humid weathering of your life.
I took tuition from you to never become static and stuck,
but to believe in changing fortunes and drawing my own luck.
You dusted the chips off my shoulder as you did in the field
where you were a stranger, distinct in your unique yield.
When I recall the grey walls and dim light of childish years,
you are the beacon in my mind’s eye that annulled my fears.
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Some people blow into your life
like a gust of wind, fanning flames
to live dangerously.
You have done that to me.
Some people glint on sun rays
bringing shining light and warmth,
filling your heart with love.
You’ve given that to me.
Some people drift in like soft rain
sprinkling your thirsty soul,
helping you feel whole again.
You’ve saturated me.
Some people glide and slide
skating in snow and on thin ice,
testing the adventure in you.
You’ve taken those risks with me.
Some people glow in the dark
shadowing moon- ambience’s light,
they serenade you with music’s delight,
You’ve sung those high notes to me.
Some people dress for changing weather
Teasing me in playing hide and seek,
they hang on to my every word
searching for my hidden truth.
I love all of you…
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