Her time has come

Beyond beauty spas–

stepping out of silhouette,

at last her time has come–

To lead and nurture,

heal the war-torn damage

of our wounded past.

A world asunder

through outrageous blunder,

now calling for Peace.

Hear me when I say

now, at last her time has come.

Listen to her voice!

Even-tempered–

bringing calm to tame the winds

and turbulent seas.

A toss of coins–

gambling carelessly with lives,

has won her a place,

To sit among men

and hoist freedom’s fresh flag.

Her time has come!

Who will cast a stone

or seek splinters in her eye

without solution?

With eyes wide open–

cast your vote for Peace,

for her time has come!

What’s missing

A voyeur

watching your life

in panoramic view

Stage manager

joining in applause

to an outstanding act

A commentator

to an exciting match

praising a spectacular win

Yet you can’t stop feeling

that something is missing

so you keep searching–

Somewhere out there…

then you’re surprised

to find that it was you–

Missing in your own life

all  this time…

Power to the powerless

Volcanic eruptions abound

With each step that we turn around

Muted voices rival against the loud

Scrambling from the darkening crowd

So we tremble in our rooms all alone

Eyes focused on blood images of our own

As the sly sooty wind twists and turns

It fans fires across continents as each burns

Lights out, lockdown, you have no power

A prisoner trapped in the hand of each hour

The rumbling rolls into a cumulative groan

Groundswells of power claim the throne

With a quick mathematical calculation

The masses of the powerless have overtaken

The viral infection leaves little room for choice

Unless we elect to speak in a bystander’s voice…

Author’s note: This poem was inspired by a post I read on  random rants ruminations ramblings Please check  out Kunal Thakore to read about the Japanese word  kuebiko   

which helps describe the state many find themselves in with current complexities facing us in many parts of the world.Check out the post at this link: https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2016/07/15/the-deliciousness-of-words-iii/

Soul’s Transcendence

We trust

Beyond our inhibitions

We believe

Surpassing our illusions

We cry

Regretting our helplessness

We dream

Dismissing our reality

We smile

Remembering our vulnerability

We laugh

Surprising our mystery

We pray

Acclaiming our spirituality

We love

Pursuing soul connections

We rise

Transcending our suffering

We fly

In true and perfect harmony

Still we rise again

resilient

in ruthless devastation

yet again we rise

to be a witness

of persevering courage

and forgiving heart

that we too shall rise

brick by brick, each of us can

tear down cemented walls

in spite of the loss

a calm quells the violent storm

Sun rises again

many before us

showed us that Freedom’s way

was paved with love

and untainted faith

that a new day would dawn

lit by a peace lamp

though we may stumble

soaked and riddled with pain

still we rise again

Man of my dreams

Unexpectedly–

you take control of my mind

you turn the valve,

tamper with feelings

I did not not know that I had.

You have broken in.

Left vulnerable–

Stripped naked in a cage,

you know my secrets,

which doors to unlock.

You sledge-hammer my walls,

releasing my fears.

With nimble fingers,

you untangle many ropes

that held me captive–

leaving me breathless.

I want you to stay with me.

Please show me the key

so I can set myself free…

Bound by your love

When I fear being lost

I know that you will find me

A tracker, navigator and compass

To my troubled, wavering soul

Seek and I shall find – you said

And there you were, waiting

With words of warming comfort

Ready to be my guiding ranger

You offered me a rock

On which to build my home

So here I am, receiving shelter

From the ceaseless raging storm

You promised me eternal Sun

To nurture my inner strength

I’ve found a shoulder to lean on

You rise each day, to give me hope

Most of all you’ve followed me

Through lofty mountains and

The turbulence of turning tides

Through it all, I’ve seen your smile

Now I know, I’d do it all over again

Just to be one with you…

Freedom’s rain

Free in her season

A promiscuous lover

We each have our turn

Generous to some

Doling out liberation

Moisture for their yield

When she comes too late

We lay victims in her wake

Floods on parched land

Bloody waters run

Where umbrellas are raised

A reign over rain

We pray on this day

For equal distribution

Of similar rain

Let Freedom reign

Showering abundantly

On us equally

New Rain

Soaked by the rain

Of your tantalizing words

Floating in the air

Drenching wet kisses

On my lips, all over me

Your breath in each drop

Little did I know

The rain had become a flood

So strong the allure

Deceptive drizzle

Driven by tumescent winds

Pelting everywhere

The taste of new rain

Freshly fallen, final gush

A verse now complete

Until the next rain…