i’m afraid

i’m scared that i’ll wake up somedayand forget what it wasto feel so deeply.i’m scared that i’ll wake up,with no way out.i’m scared that i’ll wake up,to an empty table,empty heart,i’m scared i’ll wake up someday,broken and apart.i’m scared that i’ll wake up, sinking in my deep.the night is cold against my skin.i’m scared i’ll…

Wabi-sabi: Honoring transience

The foamy seaSalt on meFoam on meSalt in the sea. Azure skySeagulls highAnd I’m highAnd seagulls fly. My legs in sandWhite flour on landMy legs on landWhite flour is sand. Breeze hits skinWorld’s on a spinAnd then I spinWhen wind hits skin. Nature’s flowLife’s on a go,Don’t let it goBecome the flow. ~ Japanese life…

Boundless?

Our life’s on a canvas,So crisp and so white,Endless possibilities,To bring it to light. We sit as painters,Acrylics in hand,Adding colours to the canvas,With the passing of sand. And we look at the colours,The soft hues of pain,All of the colors,That cling to our veins. And we’re bound to fill colors,Put no boundaries at all,But…

National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: The Final Segment

“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” I might have never believed that I would do it when I started writing a poem a day. However, I am here, with my last segment, wrapping…

Night break pt.II

The twisted woods enveloped,In lifeless gray haze,The night ever so motionless,An indomitable maze, Woody naked branches,And their distorted canopies,Dark flowers bleeding down,On leafless, dying trees. The forest floor rustling,Under chilling, voiceless screams,So realistically fictitious,Like sombre lucid dreams. Weirdly humid,But every breath so icy cold,Frostbite on our cotton cheeks,And fear manifold. The feeling of being watched,From…