The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

(c) Shilpa Sandesh As she flowed, A cabalistic river, Quixotic and mystical, She ebbed an undying love, He said, "You are but, An avalanche of doom, Death you would bring to me, So here, I leave you!" An aura of eternal love, Streams solitary, The mystic river....

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Joyous and flaring, Natheless merry I might be, My heart shudders, With an undying fright, As I hear the whispers, Of the demon inside of me; Snakes personifying, The course of time, Crawl, hissing around me, While the strings, Of forbidden memories, Strangle my neck with a haste, I am here but I am not myself, It's the demon inside of me; Lingering on my lips, The salty flavoured, Are my tears of fear, As I feel the growing pain, Of the stings of a thousand scorpions, The scorpions are but, Hands clenching my flesh, And the hands, Is the demon inside of me; As I force open my eyes, I see, I am no more my human self, Burnt into ashes I am, My soul watching from above, And gone is the demon inside of me.

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Wounded like a deer, She lay on the wet grass, Ripped apart, Torn into pieces, Bitten into fragments, By the wolves and fiends; Her soul is a feast, To countless nightmares, She runs for escape, From the bestial beasts, Sleeping in fear, that rules her mind; Her inner self is shaken, trembled, benumbed, Callous and dazed, Exploited and corrupted, By the materialistic world, Disinterested and selfless, Dispassionate to live; Tired she stands, Incapable to face, The filthy bunch, Of dishonest and crooked selves, She gazes upon, The wide open sky, And submits herself, To the One Spirit !

(c) Shilpa Sandesh A colloquial exchange Of sorrows and losses, Of melancholy and heartache, Broken you are, Your eyes are teary, The words of desolation, Where I let my gloom unveil, And you unsheathe yours, We are connected through pain; Uncontrollable laughter, Some unpretentious and random, Idiomatic dialogues, I hold my stomach, As I can't laugh anymore, Dissolved in chuckles you are, As we jest and quip, We are connected through joy; "He sees the endurance and agony, He lends the smiles and the grins", you say, "He be the maker of torments, He is the creator of radiance", I say, And so we are, Connected through faith; We be not actually together, But a connection, Would forever be there!