Tears

Pools of sadness
filled to the brim...
I try to heal them
but
they never spill......

Sun

As I stand silently by the sea
and its lapping waves,
you embrace me in your warmth,
your radiance,the spark that
uplifts me,awakens me...
to a new morning..

I welcome you with open arms.

Do we see things as we are?

I sat on the solitary stone bench
without feeling its cold hardness.
Is this what happens when one gets
so involved with one’s own self?
That nothing around seems to matter…

Why did I not want to see the
solitary red blossom as it smiled at me,
to hear the bird as it sang its melody
and feel the gentle wind as it brushed past me
trying their best to bring me back to
the present…

Maybe it was one of those moments
where I wanted to retreat into my
own little protected space
where nothing exists but me
and my emotional madness...

Thank God it is temporary!

Introspecting

peace and anger

tranquility and turmoil

do they chaperone each other?