Particular Moments

More Stars than There are

Tag: poetry

May 27, 2016

Losses

There he sat,
his Love like
A piece of charred
Coal

Following
Its most radiant
Hours.

Smoldered
In the afterglow
Numbness,

Yet
He carries
All the same
Passion and
Intensity

As he had
When first falling
In Love—

Only now having
To confront
A certain
Burning absence,
That’s all.
.

.

.

Perhaps, in some delusional but understandable way,
He was just crazy and strong and foolish enough
To solely allow the more miraculous instances
Linger and live on,
And to nurture them as a lasting beauty—
All in this ambivalent, erratic sea of sentiments
On the planet of Love.

The only sentiment he can rightfully cling onto
Is that the Love he shared was True,
And that alone is utmost cherish-able—

The absolute Divine awakenings and rescues,
Gifted by a True Love—

So much so that,
He shall only look back,
All grateful, bittersweet
Saline in tears,
Dissolved in understanding,
And wiped away in smiles.

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May 5, 2016

Same Person

Coming forth

With Old

Ball and Chains;

Stars Apart,

But even

Opening up wide,

Won’t take me

By surprise.

 

Tell me why,

Why did I

Believe?

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February 17, 2016

Spring Whisperers

Scarf_in_Flight

Everywhere one looks,
All is still gray—

Buds of a New
Season remain
Unconscious,

Yet to have
Awakened,
Ungerminated—

But somehow,
Creatures of
The eternal
Singsong
Always arrive
Before time—

Preceding
The sprouting,
Gentle greens;
Predicting
The vibrance of
Blooming passions.

Quietly
They glide
In flight,

To
and
Fro,

In the air,
Unseen,
But felt
Within—

Sitting
Invisible
Among
Barren branches,
They whisper
As the caressing
Breeze,

Foreshadowing
Wonder
and
Rescue
Of A new Spring.

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February 7, 2016

A Rainy Walk in Late October

So_I_Walk_In_The_Rain

Maybe
In the dampened
Mess of things,
You shall see
Once more
In Clarity,

Able to shake
A few
Mulish monkeys
Off your bag—

On a day like this,
Crave not to
Feel,
Wish not to
See;

Love,
Make yourself
as Cruel as
You can be—
Fuse
Hard wires
To your being.

Yes,
Walk out
During this Storm,
For no one
Sees
Fragile tears
Or hears
Sorry weeps

In a Sea
Of razor-sharp
Beads.

Let the broken
Seek refuge
In the tremulous,
Impartial
Rain,

For its Deluge
Equally wets
And
Justly absolves
Every
Bitter ache.

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January 17, 2016

Late New Beginnings

Fireworks
Up
In Air,

Exuberantly
Succinct,
Leaving one
Dazed, staring glassy-eyed
Into weightless fumes.

The many aggregates
Of last year
And those
Of the many years
Before it
Linger on—

Into yet
Another
Set of days—

New year, Same you;
Can’t have Enough
Unfinished—

Nothing but
Rusty
Old chains.

But love,
Do
Feel different,
For destined
We are
To Hope
And to make Believe:

With the Advent
Of this New Year,
Our slates 
Are once more
Rendered  Pristine.

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December 13, 2015

Consume

Me wholly—
For it is only
Through an entire,
Unhesitating
Devour,

Could you
Truly taste
My Earthiness of
A Delicious Soul—

Let it
Unapologetically
Pulsate within
Your flow—

Consume me
Wholly and
Earnestly,
And an Eternity
Of nurturing
Awaits you.

 

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November 1, 2015

Man On The Corner

“Like a monkey on your back

You need it

But do you love it enough 

To leave it” 

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October 23, 2015

Ode to Fellow Aquarius

First curious glance,
A definite presence—
Not flauntingly
Conspicuous,
Vain, or
Cheaply lustrous,

But glaring
As ink
On Snowy,
Unsoiled canvas—

Every distinctive drop
Seeping, immutably
Solidifying onto
Untouched fibers
Of remembrance.

Never a dull
Moment
Persists with you—

Sprightly, animated,
Keen, and poignant;
Bottom of despair—
A Tragic
Iconoclast.

Oh yes,
I see
And
I know,

Out from
A concealed
Vase pours
Your tenuous
Yet
Unbound
Kindness—

Dearly,
You dare
To love all
Earthly kin.

For the very multitude
That is
Exclusively
You,

Sole
Fellow Aquarius,
I love,
Applaud,
And remain
A loyal audience
To you—

For this precisely,
I must learn
To once so often,
Love to Hate
You so.

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October 7, 2015

Feigned Virtues

You walk under a

Proud banner,

Convicted of your vast,

Good Kindness

That none shall conceive

With ease—

 

But who kills

Without

Second thoughts?

 

“For they are vermin—

The slaughtering of whom

Is only justified”

 

You rationalize,

Carrying another banner

With your quick hands,

Not knowing

You are

But

Larger Vermin.

 

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September 22, 2015

In Steady Defiance

 

“Though much is taken, much abides; and though

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”

 

—excerpt from Ulysses,

Lord Alfred Tennyson.

 

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