Bloom /Blogmas ’21

A rivulet of sweat rolls down your forehead, threatening to invade the right eye.
You huff and shut your eyelids tight, wiping it off with the back of your left hand and resume work.
Oh, these tiresome days!
Unending hours of sweltering in the enraged sunlight, bruised red and burnt brown from its fire piercing your skin.
You feel like you’d melt under the heat of the predicament, or perhaps, vapourise into thin air.
But, even with the looming possibility of a blackout, ragged breathing and shaking limbs, you stand there persistently.

Camera Roll /Blogmas ’21

Time ebbs away in the blink of an eye,
The harder you clench your fist, the faster it gushes out.
Call it the law of nature or a beautiful tragedy if you will:
It leaves behind a wet palm.
For life is an ongoing slideshow
And I’m trying to burn it in my retinas,
freezing fluid moments in the confines of my memory.
Tracing the rugged edges of the albums with my fingers,
I buckle in for a rollercoaster ride.

First Snow /Blogmas ’21

Of distant dreams, whimsical winters,
And a bottomless longing for the first snow of the season.
I’d feel it brewing in the chilly breeze,
Ears perked up due to the soft rustling of leaves that whisper among themselves.
And eavesdropping wouldn’t seem half bad in that fuzzy state of want.
Maybe I’d look up at the silent sky more than usual-
Squinted brown eyes demanding an answer from the vast canvas, painted in a brilliant hue of blue.

Feels Good

The caramel of sweet candies sliding on my tongue,
The dense aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting to my nostrils,
And the vision of a knife smoothly slicing through chocolate covered Victoria sponge;
Feel like taking a lick of honey from the glass jar of life.

Beyond Words

Gazing fondly at the nocturnal skyline,
I spot a constellation of our memories together.
The dead silence seems to speak volumes about things we never said, but were heard nevertheless.
The Summer Sun is the witness of our angry stomping, games of chase and cheery grins.

She

There is a determination in her eyes that the incendiary skies bow down to,
A grace in her ways that makes spring flowers bloom.
She was never one to submit,
Forever roaring like the lioness she is.
Stoic like mighty mountains,
Persistent like the scorching summer sun.

Amore August❤

Fluttering my eyes open,
I was met with a somber white,
Suddenly blinded by the newfound light.
My first reflex was crying out loud,
An assurance of health back then,
Now, a safe outlet of pain.

Alive Again: Death & Grief

When did the Sun stop burning in all its glory,
Painting the distant skies in warm hues,
Illuminating our vast lands,
Nourishing our flora and fauna,
Just in the fear of the imminent dusk?

When did the rivers stand stagnant?
They painstakingly made their way through cataracts and bends,
Trailing down hills and valleys,
Embracing the green plains and the arid sand,
Resilient as they slowly evaporate into thin air, nearing their end.

Trouble in Paradise?

The glittering tides rise and dip,
Basking freely in the daylight’s grip.
They skim over the yearning shore before retreat,
As the leaves atop trees sigh in defeat.

Turquoise waters, azure skies, is it?
Is it worth some trouble in paradise?

Inked: The Art of Writing

A beautifully noted ready reverie,
That sets all fears free.
A pretty scene springing to life,
Leaving dreams and reality in a
heated strife.
A far fetched hope written down
without haste,
Melting into a sugar-sweet
aftertaste.