Shades

Shades never seen the light above them Shades never believe the light even exists

Dead Memories

Memories die in Abandoned photo albums Pressed flowers Amid phone books Rusty playgrounds Voices from the past *** Poem submitted for A Cup of Nostalgia

sides of a coin

though both sides of a coin deny the presence of the other they remain forever bound together tossed by the thumbs of fate

when you are no one

think beyond your beliefs rise above your identity when you are no one then you will reach everyone

her veil

she asks for her veil if only to mourn freely if only to hide tears if only to display courage if only to bury her sorrow she asks for her veil if only as a shroud... The Battle of Karbala was waged against Hussain, the grandson of Prophet Muhammed, by the despotic ruler and tyrant Yazeed. Hussain and … Continue reading her veil

gentle lies

I never found truth to be gentle lies, on the other hand are pleasing because they only tell us what we want to hear *** Yesterday's prompt was "gentle lies" At times I take the liberty to twist or stretch the meaning somewhat Helps to expand my thinking Bending the rules slightly ;-)

a wordless world

in a wordless world a poet is prince just as the painter rules over a drab domain or an empathetic soul in the cruel cosmos but imagine for a moment if this world had no words none to describe the beauty nor to poison our minds if prayers were through deeds if leaders governed with … Continue reading a wordless world

breaking me

experiences, breaking me into opinions, limiting me to preconceptions, binding me with misjudgments, if only i could reboot

time in a bottle

even time in a bottle seeps away silently it was never yours to begin with it will never be yours except for the present moment and like the genie in a lamp you can have three wishes for the time that is in your name but you can never, ever return it to the lamp … Continue reading time in a bottle

Sweet Water

and so He hid sweet water deeper than the sea a reservoir preserved carefully for His creation ... have we even given thanks? I wrote this one a few months ago when I read about the discovery of fresh water reservoirs under ocean floors. His Mercy knows no limit. Pity about our short term gratitude … Continue reading Sweet Water