"Thoughts and matters"
After all those wars that have wiped timelines,
after all the bloodshed flooding our seas for epochs,
the mysterious cosmos that decides our destiny
brings in a notion to breathe life into me…
As I breathe in life,
I hear the spirits of yesteryears
veiled beyond time
whispering among constellations,
of their aspirations for me.
Naively, I stand bewildered,
because I bear enigmatic dreams
etched by the irrefutable destiny
while mine wander about in hopes
to tether itself to me…
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Haven’t we all strolled along memory lanes?
Recalling faces, moments, fragrances
Reliving favourites that evanesce
Haven’t we all strolled along memory lanes?
Sensing how hard, to forget those ill times…
To cherish some parts, to stifle others
Haven’t we all strolled along memory lanes?
Recalling faces, moments, fragrances…
A Triolet written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.
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Do you hear the lullaby of the streams?
As twilight sets in, softly, tenderly
When gilded eyes droop for pearly moonbeams
Do you hear the lullaby of the streams?
As velvety whispers of the mild breeze
caress the nightly silence splendidly
Do you hear the lullaby of the streams?
As twilight sets in, softly, tenderly…❤❤
A Triolet inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt
Image Courtesy: ParallelVision from Pixabay
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Are heartaches so rare for us??
Nah, even the thought is so naive, for
this is a world streaked with joys and sorrows;
even bliss is incomplete unless sorrow complements it…
I never did understand this conundrum
but then, I’ve known life, still living on…
So, when I see the glint of hope among
cheerless clouds, I try, truly I do try
to let in the warmth of endless hope within…
to celebrate the coexistence of contradictions!!!
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Walls and barriers-
I live within their familiar limits…
and I haven’t shattered any…
Oh! no, don’t sympathise
and tell me to be strong…
for I’m no warrior, I realise that.
When flaws failed to fade,
when scars hesitated to heal,
when rocky depths broke scarred ideals,
all I could do was lift my weary gaze
and let the limitless skies
greet me.
So dear, when I say to
let the skies tell you of their stars
and galaxies, their fallen ones
and newborns; do trust,
their miracles dwell in their serenity.❤❤
Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt
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