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

With the words penned in devotion's ink, Let's fill the passion's cup to the brink,  The dark clouds of the lost moments shall pass away,  When two loving hearts would together sway,  The moon of our love has always carried our commitment's luminiscence,  But to see the brightest, we sometimes need darkness,  What is this life, without your love's delight,  It is like stars' absence in the night,  Let us take a step for love's revival,  Would you help me to let the fire rekindle?  Poem (c) S.S 

And I wonder, My very own, How long would the silence prevail, How long would it be a lonesome sail, For the time doesn't wait for anyone, It's the moment , The silence must be broken........ Expressions & Image (c) S.S 

My Sweetest, Be not enthralled, by my frame alone, Look beneath my mortal form, There's a soul lit by the fire of love, That carries my adoration, Pure and untouched, Even through the moments of forlorn....... Poem & Image (c) S.S 

My Precious, It is since time unknown,  That I have wandered in your streets,  Through the ages bygone,  I've waited for our paths to meet; My form is composed of a lover's madness,  And the soul that craves to be reborn,  My heart is governed by righteousness,  And my love, firm even in forlorn ; Care to love me,  Only if it's everlasting,  Do not lend me temporal glee,  For only true love is unremitting ; There are a thousand terrains,  And I am a distant shore,  But even through sorrows and pain,  I love you even more ; Know that,  No one would ever love you,  The way I do........  (c) S.S 

It's a path that everyone walks on,  A tread,  Some walk together until the end,  Some fall prey to mistrust and lack of faith,  And end up painfully alone,  Yearning,  Longing,  Blaming,  Tell me what matters,  Physical or spiritual togetherness?  Why do I lay shattered,  In an orb of an everlasting madness?  How do you know,  That it's true love?  How would you say,  That I am your dove?  (c) S.S 

You passed away two hours ago, Couldn't see you in your final moments, The heart feels the grip of an emotional torment, You showered upon me, A chirpy childhood, Candies and giggles, Cradles when I cried, Wishes blindly fulfilled, How I detest the truth of your chaotic old age, How I wish no one lives through such stage, Everything's flashing in front of my eyes, Tears refusing to freeze into ice, And yet, It is the realization that comes forth to save, Sometimes the afterlife is better than this life, And To depart, was God's will and way.... R.I.P Naanu....... (c) S.S

It was with life's abandonment, That I fell in love with the sky, Became one with the winter's mist, And cascaded with endless streams, For affections and adorations are temporary, I was born to realize and merge in Him, And so shall it be........  (c) S.S

Lend me some inspiration, As I sit midst fragrant candles, Playing the blocks in Life's scrabble, Trying to fathom my own imaginations, In which world do you now reside? Is it more beautiful than ours? Do you see the brighter stars? Do the memories still preside? It isn't me who is wondering this all, But my pen, Without a muse, it doesn't feel whole.... (c) S.S

I am a world within myself, I too have taken few strides in haste, And designed some pitiful past, Like you, Like him, Like her, I have a sky, With the clouds of reminiscences, It's always cast; Life's unfathomed regressions, Have been my biggest lessons, A lonesome tread seems more promising, It won't lend me the moments of dispiriting; And since I know not if one would leave or stay, I choose to abandon all, And walk on my own solitary way, After all, there's no denying the truth, I came alone and empty handed, And so I must go........ Poem & Image (c) S.S

The dependence of one being over another, However miles apart, Their respective existences might be, Is still a mystery for me; The seemingly pristine pearls of promises, Woven together into the strands of vows of love, The momentary laughter and flights into dreams, All that turns into life's biggest nemesis; Why then interlace such unreal visions? Just for the moment's excitement? Or a temporal attachment? Ever wondered if it's leading to calm or to confusion? This is not what we were made for, To lure, to be amused, Only to find ourselves disinterested and bored, Since when did truthfulness become so expensive? Poem & Image (c) S.S

It seems like ages, Since my soul felt this calm, Such a bliss, And an absolute tranquil, That I am at times, Left befuddled, When was I ever at such a peace! (c) S.S

There's a castle, Up there in the highest skies, Built of crystal vapors, Farthest from the substantial cries, A trail leads me through flower sheathed roads, A land of realization, I lovingly call it my Heavenly abode.... (c) S.S

Within me resides, A nocturnal soul, Every twilight it presides, My spiritual stroll, A leap or two, To reach the divine gates, Adorned in the winter's dew, I shall make a haste, Lived the bittersweet moments here, Realized the existence of realms above, Soon the soul shall leave this sphere, And immerse forever in the sea of His love........ (c) S.S

Sheathe me Oh mighty swells, The roar of the thunders, And hum of the waves, Ring the seas' ceremonious bells, Here I come, Stepping onto the froth, Walking ahead upon the whirls, To stride forth in unison, However rough these waters might be, My feet won't retrace back, My remaining breaths belong to these, For I am the maiden of the sea........ Poem & Image (c) S.S

Benevolence is a reflection of humaneness, Be not inclined to the thought, That it be a connotation of weakness, Let it not feed your ego, For it is a saccharine act of charity, A soul's kindness towards another soul, An unparalleled act of mercy and tenderness This orb that we all exist in and lovingly call as 'World' is a huge spoof, wherein there are countless frames. These frames bear screaming and shrieking souls which are fighting helplessly to escape the most dreadful prisons in the universe called as 'Human Mind'. Capable of thinking and acting in the best as well as worst possible ways, we constantly feel proud about it. They promise the stars, They speak of the Moon, They fall in adoration, And set onto the path of, Heart's temporal croon, They seek pennies, Never satisfied, They hurt, Perform fraudulence, All for what? For a life devoid of strife, The chain of substantial allure that we humans indulge in doesn't end here. I

What is an apology? An act expected by many, Performed by some, Enters beloved ego's tyranny, And the poor apology, Is understood by none; An Apology, Is a feeling felt,  If expressed from heart's deepest depth, Makes the toughest minds melt, If the expressions reflect, That they're truly meant, An apology is more than what words can express.... (c) S.S

Walking on the sidewalk, After running on the tracks, Breathing slow for a while, Blaming the fate, Since the dreams got hacked, But it's okay, It's fine, Happens........ And then a huge cloud absorbs me, Each one of us have suffered or are being subjected to one or the other kind of hardships. These tough times are very intriguing. They bring us to tears, followed by rage and mostly ending with blames and curses on one another. But isn't blaming the easiest thing to do? It might seem quite unacceptable a thought at first, but eventually, a willing contemplation would definitely take us to the core of it all, where we shall see the words 'Forgive and Forget' accompanying the rivals 'Blame and Curse'. It is not a mere statement or a piece of preaching but a purely self realized trait. I have been amongst those who chide and complaint when crestfallen whether due to my own wrong decisions or an imposed arrangement. But gradually a moment comes whe

A solitary mumble, Helped me solve Nature's tiniest puzzle, Even the world of sorrows and pain, And a life that seems lost in vain, Looks sparkling and vibrant, Accompanied with glistening reflections, When seen through the bubbles...... Poem & Image (c) S.S

Once there was, A futile land named 'I', And a cloud named 'He', Hovering over the mountains, And adorning endless skies, Surpassing the most beauteous terrains, It lovingly chose me, Raining upon my barren self, His every drop defined divinity, It filled me like vast sea, And I became even the earth's envy, How celestial were the moments, He caressed my being with nectar, And on his shadow, I was dependent, And I rested in his blessed specter, And then he was gone, Perhaps drawn to the blossoming lands, Leaving me cracked and torn, Like a pile of useless sand, On this Thanksgiving, dear cloud, I thank thee, For everything you could shower upon me....... Poem & Image (c) S.S

You know, It's not easy you see, I am not what I am trying to be, Midst all the fog and fright, I am tired pretending to be the light, Ask me, It's exhausting you see, To relive the memories, And seek the lost pearls, Among the emotional whirls, Here again, I am holding on to the edges, Tears are breathing the grudges, Know for once what is untold, Pain is what my eyes hold........ Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

A swaying figure,  Camouflaged into the dark night, Emerges when there's no light, Eyes like rivers of blood, Caressed by eternal lies, She sees the impending flood, She's asleep, but she's awake, And sees her own sleeping frame, Encircled by voracious snakes, Fighting to open her eyes, She helplessly sees herself Turn into ice, Caressed against her will There's nothing she can do, Nothing, but stay still, Greedily stares the beast, A form caught in his spell, His prey, his feast.... (c) S.S

Emotions, Are so naive, Manifesting the strength within, And then shattering everything, But it's okay, Isn't it? It's a sweet battle, The life, And I am not sorry for it, It's the final call, And it's okay, Isn't it? The stride, Upon the eventual path, Is unexpectedly long, I am exhausted, But it's fine, Isn't it? Happiness, Now that's a puzzle, I have its pieces, all jumbled, Trials were beauteous, Mistakes were ugly, But happens, And it's alright, Isn't it? The dainty reflection in the mirror, You do agree with me, Don't you? (c) S.S

Is it wrong to be haunted by past reflections? Is it wrong to give in to painful recollections? It's a tranquil night, As I pen my heart, once again, And before I gather my thoughts, I let a violin composition play, And every single reflection, Starts welling in my eyes, 'Alone wolf', How we used to listen to it together, And finally I realize, what has been bothering me inside, And leaving my pen, I hold close the violin, Letting the bow make love to the strings, As a sea of memories it brings, Memories, Just memories........ (c) S.S

Dear Lord, Enough has been my indulgence, Into the substantial abundance, Few drops of compassion, And a kiss of devotion, Profusion of mercies, Acceptation of my apologies, Cease for once, All the providence, Open the Gates Dear Lord, Guide me through the lows, Let me drown, As the river of benevolence flows...... Poem & Image (c) S.S

I would've traversed the lands afar, I would've met you in the stars, But to see you while I live, Is a blessing you refused to bestow me with, How blissful the moments would've been, Had you kept yourself, only for me, You took away the meaning of life, And stole my existence's gleam, Oh worthless you! How I detest this deepening struggle, To be what I was, Before I met you.... (c) S.S

As I feel crippled and drained, My heart converses with my soul, "All is fine,  Stars still gleam and shine, Worry not dear soul!" says the heart, "Oh really? Why do you thump and pound, As if chased by wild wolves and hounds? Do you realize that nothing's fine?" yells the soul , "But that's what life is, isn't it? You give and expect nothing!" whispers the heart , "But I am exhausted, weakened and sapped, I stood in between, When in mockery, My fate began to clap, And you see what happened? I feel wasted, All set to collapse" mumbles the soul, ".........................." The heart wished it could say some more, But nothing was enough, for a soul so torn, And so it left the fragile form, So that the soul could escape the forlorn, And that was, A heart's gift to the Soul..... (c) S.S

I wish I could reach across the distance and sneak into your dreams like the sun-kissed melody in the wings of a butterfly I would caress your heart with the cadence of love gently, as this yearning caresses mine I wish I could convince the mighty winter wind to be my breath upon your lips for when the hands can't touch it is through the divine elements of Nature that the luminescence of love nurtures the soulful depths and fervor of the hearts  (c) Stormy Seas & S.S

Somewhere in between, The sugary reminiscences, And the stabbed soul, Lies a stack of expressions, Countless utterances, Saccharine beyond proportions, Where the flowers of untrue promises, Still bloom, 'Cause blossoms know only to flourish, They can't fathom the glum, These arenas inside me, I adoringly call the empty spaces, Wherein something or someone exists, And every now and then, Reminds me of my fall..... (c) S.S

Little boy Pete Sure liked to eat His will was out the door The smell of food Drove his mood To feast on such galore He ordered 3 of everything 3 burgers 3 fries 3 drinks 3 tacos 3 burritos 3 pizzas 3 3 3 is all he would see Until his weight was the same So one day Pete made his mind No longer 3 look at my behind So Pete got up early each day Would run 3 blocks 3 times a day Before long Pete could run 3 miles 3 more than before Pete got fast and lost that ass A big smile he wore But Pete forgot That his will was not As strong as his belly in war So after a few laps he knew His tummy needed more Back to table Pete wasn't able He just ate 3 pies Now Pete dies Comes little Nelly, As always shabby and smelly, But to our Pete's eyes, She was his pretty fairy, "Oh come on Pete, Don't pull that stunt again, If you have no penny, It's fine, don't be ashamed!" Pete winks an eye, "Oh my sweet Nelly, I c

Assume the body, to be a cloak, A cloth made from material mock, Enveloping the inner being, From all the substantial sheen, And yet, Where does the shame lie? Why has the truthfulness gone dry? Before you point a finger at me, Stand in front of that glistening mirror, And see, Are you what you want me to be? (c) S.S

Do I seek love? Do joys fall in my merit? Or am I nobody's dove! It's a giver's soul, that my form inherits, I dance and I swirl, Irrespective of breathing in sorrow's whirl, 'Cause they need a smile, To see my form sway, They traverse miles, But can you look beyond these eyes? Beneath the fire you see, is a casket of ice, A kimono sheathes my mortal frame, And I know what goes in your mind, Do you know, I too have a name! I shall speak of all the wondrous things, My blessing lies in the smiles I bring, Soon the clocks would tick, And all of you would leave, I would recall the faces, Some joyous and some who grieve, That's how my all days are, The world is near, yet so far, But I accept all as His providence, And resume my blessed silence.... Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

A silken form,  Hidden beneath the mushy sheets, Exquisite,  An enigmatic luster she adorns, Alluring, When with the beauty, sensuality meets, Anticipating, The most awaited footsteps, Senses ablaze, In the fiery stirring eruptions, The knock, Oh that fervently anticipated knock! And the eyes meld, sensations coalesce, All sheathes shed, As the feelings embrace, Rises the muse, revealing her grace, walking towards him, like an enchantress, "Let's unite my Love, in every fathomed way, Neither demure, nor bounds shall rise today" Says she, "My coy love, I am blessed to see the blushes forgotten, At the glimpse of your finesse, I am forever smitten" Whispers he, His arms encircling her waist, The two frames in an impassioned haste, The flame turned into zealous inferno, a moment which, the stars alone know, Even the winter's night, burned in frenzy, Such was the fervor's ecstasy.... (c) S.S

There's always a life, Beyond ceaseless strife, Here shines an armor, Where veracity harbors, How like a valorous knight, Courage ever gleaming bright, Stood by her in her recurrent sorrows, and yet waited for that blessed morrow, When she'd fly to him, his beloved dove, And would confess, her undying love, Free from the hands of her slayer, Falling in the lap where love is a prayer, She is saved, She is reclaimed, Once again beaming, And smiling in the rain, There are no promises, Nor is there a commitment, 'Cause none of this is required, When it is build up with the blocks of truthfulness........ (c) S.S

  Note For the beloved readers   :  Please note that if a poet and poetess collaborate, it doesn't state that they are romantically involved. Kindly avoid such perceptions. Enjoy the work. Thank you. Trumpet the dark tomes, So sordid and weathered, Gentile and wicked as daylight recedes, Casting a pall on the road of pretension, Wearing a mask of an ancient deceit, Question the joyless they fall down from somewhere, Bearing the pain of a creature called sin, Arms opened wide with wretched deception, Chained to the altar, perdition begins, But it's alright you see, I am now able to be me, What a waste of moments, In believing in the unworthy, This walk alone, seems the God's mercy, I now step forth, with no expectations, The spirituality takes over, with no limitations, The sleazy beings would be so forever, I have no time to ruin in the litter scattered, In this world wherein I now reside, My body is the sphere, and my soul presides, There's no m

  Note For the beloved readers   :  Please note that if a poet and poetess collaborate, it doesn't state that they are romantically involved. Kindly avoid such perceptions. Enjoy the work. Thank you. Why are the misfortunes in life often mistaken  and taken for granted?  As if one should never feel the pains of life!  Instead with premeditated and calculated measures of wantonness  We ride into steady currents of pleasure and euphoria.  Never accepting the damaged caused! Or try to make recompense.  We pop in another placebo  and off we live out our fantasy  accursing any and all truth  that fits not our own perception of lies ..  Every morning among the first rituals  we perform to our self made deity  Is to wash our eyes with blindness ,  smiling hypocrisy unveiled,  shamelessly and unaffected we frolic  into the sunsets cast in layers of guilt and hurt  But enveloped as clouds passing one territory to another. Well, it is how the hum

Keep faith, Sweet daughter of Eve, The path you've chosen, Is where, from your soul, The filth of material shall bereave, What is born here, Is meant to end here, It is the flame within you, Of which you didn't have a clue, But be not sorry, For it was since long, Sheathed beneath earthly worries, But realization is all that matters, 'Cause that is what brings together, Your inner self that's scattered, Know the truth, That the body is like a thick hardened layer, In between Life and Death, Your frame is a mere player, It is only through the shattering of this form, And the strong winds of spiritual storm, That your soul has risen, For by the Lord's faith it was driven, Dear daughter, meditate, Let the material suffocate, The home isn't far, you're almost there, To die while living is the sole thing fair.... (c) S.S

From the deepest depths, Of my stricken self, From where emerge, Countless realizations, I apologize to myself, "I am sorry, my beloved soul, For seeking truth midst the material, For believing in the worldly dreams, And forcing you into howl and screams, For giving you hope of truthful affections, And making you suffer bitter dejection, I am sorry,,,," The tides have turned, And the course has changed, Once and for all, The doors are forever closed, I can no more challenge, My inner peace........ (c) S.S

    Note For the beloved readers   :   Please note that if a poet and poetess collaborate, it doesn't state that they are romantically involved. Kindly avoid such perceptions. Enjoy the work. Thank you. Oh swollen is my pride  How it’s raised as a banner  Waving  for all  opposing opposition A standard I have set A line  for any  that dare to cross  into my pit  of me this epitome A quandary of disillusion a daft waft of vanity I survive as apex predator of unnatural affection My loins girth with pagans of elicit expression  A beast of such abasement  To be appeased by dainty nods of approval I dare not lust For this my castle  I  ran afoot  mega mind dystopia of rage mixed into a cup of wanting that never seems filled My light is but a spark needing fuel to ignite myself on fire to move Yes just to move It seems I am stuck in  a place   of  eternal stiffness Awaiting nothing Just daydreaming Replaying and editing a movie  I direct  cas