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

(c) Shilpa Sandesh A tormented heart, Forgotten its beats, Wobbles and quavers, To the destiny's melodia; The inner self howls, To the fate's fouls, The nemesis' rapids, And an anguished soul; Mutilated and tattered, The conscience is shattered, Losing the breath of life, She now has a secret self; Clandestine are the woes, Eclipsed in the fate's wrinkled furrows, An amaranthine smile, Timeless and perpetual, Performing the destined role, But the lamenting is unleashed, As those eyes say it all!

(c) Shilpa Sandesh Resembling a marble figurine, Smooth and ivory white, Spritzed in the saline slosh, The booming waves, And the magic froth, Sousing her feet, Her toes pirouetting, Cavorting and frisking, To the melodies, Of the salty roar, Prancing to the tunes, Of the saline fragrant breeze, Are the lustrous brown tresses; Sauntering on the damp sand, Pondering about him, She envisioned one more pair of feet, Strolling along at the dawning beach, Solitary she walked, Conversing with the clapping surfs, And her beguiling silhouette, An afflatus, a poet's muse!