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

Let the dew drops dance, Upon the frozen petals, As the pounding heart, reclaims astral levels, Where the cries are unheard, Ears deafened with spiritual ecstasy, Where the words are mere murmurs, Like raining daisies, Quenching the thirst of the brightest light, The mortal form lifts to infinitesimal height, Light upon me, Oh almighty, Countless rays of forgiving capacity, End this being, that lay bruised and tangled, Or bless me with truth,  Without falsities mingled, Heal what lies damaged, Lend a new identity to the defaced, Battered flutters the trembling soul, To walk is beyond my ability, All I can do, is but crawl........ (c) S.S

Dear Someone, You're charming, And I am sure, Intellectually engrossing, You liked her, didn't you? Because she stood apart, You did realize, Women like her are few, What was it then, That you fell deaf to her cries, Knowing that it was you, Who always lied, Was it your way, To hide your guilt? And crush her love, Trusting you she had built, What a man, Shame on you! (c) S.S

I wish my eyes could be, The gleaming Bellatrix and Betelguese, I too would stay in the sky above, Watching the fools on the Earth, Shattering hearts with substantial ease, I wish my mortal silhouette could be, The glittering Mintaka, Alnitak and Al neelam, I too would wear the darkness of the night, Pitying the dissatisfied lots below, Adorning the shroud of false confessions, I wish my feet could be, The ever twinkling Saiph and Rigel Kent, I too would stride in the pure azure, Thankful for not being born on the Earth, Where everyone is responsible, For one another's pain and dearth, I don't wish to be here anymore, I wish I could be the Orion above........ (c) S.S

A woman is a floret, Fragile, yet tenacious, A daughter of fortitude, Capable to stand firm, midst hurdles, Of immeasurable magnitudes So am I, You, who wears that onyx, I need none (c) S.S

She'd forgotten the frozen ice, That he left her in the form of, Melted to nothingness in her own eyes, She curses the misaligned stars above, There's a well beneath her feet, An endless depth into her tears, Every moment fears are what she greets, Wishing for the end to near, Why did the heart fall, And the devotions shower, Unfailingly she gave her all, Only to feel her spirit falling lower, Her complaining eyes are on him, Who disregards her with a grin, Watch her sullen gaze,  It's nothing more than an outrageous maze, Is this always the gift of a beloved? She is imprisoned in a wondering cage, Punished with the shards of memories being shoved, can't forgive, can't forget, She's stuck in the silent cries of rage, Forever........ (c) S.S

Across the seas of dissipating emotions, moments of heartfelt and immortal devotions, Through the mirrors shattered by trust's and misbelief's strife, Lies crumpled, the story of my life The diary of existence, has no more pages, I have been penning for you, since ages, No more space, for any call, There's just a wait, for the final fall, (c) S.S

Dear son, My beloved life, You are one in a million, A part of me, from skies afar, I still remember, How the brightest Sun shined, When I held you, divine and tender, Why should I cry for love? Why should I lament? When I have the best, from stars above, If ever, I don't live enough to see you grow, My beloved son, Feel my fragrance, in the winds that ceaselessly blow, Bend only in front of His mercy, For He granted you to me, Be a symbol of generosity and benignancy, And finally, when I die, Promise me that you won't shed a tear, My baby, even when no more, I won't bear to see you cry, I Love You Forevermore, Yours forever, Mom.... (c) S.S

Don’t you hush dear! Don’t refrain. He took your sweet love, Exchanged it for pain. These two arms are wide and open, That you’d cry to me I was kind of hoping. No silhouetted hidden agenda Just a friend to trust Someone who defends you. Bid him goodbye and I’ll bid you hello I’m here and I’m waiting I want you to know. To hush, my dear friend, Isn't always a slave to our choice, Time at times makes us bend, And lips stay sealed, while eyes remain moist, Love, it is but a mere word with four letters, Whatever and however one devotes oneself, The current gets sheathed, in wishes of something better, I am glad, beyond expressions, To have a loyal friend in you, Because in this world of regression, Lies overflow, but true friends are few....... (c) S.S (c) Michael Garland

To confess love, is to confess trust, And in the path of this lunatic emotion, The trait of faith is invariably must, Adoring is not tough, Even animals are equipped with that feeling, To carry on, that part is rough, The entire insanity falls in the lap of certitude, "Oh I promise to be yours until death" The later falsities unleash the lame attitude, Forget it, Oh man of God, To love isn't your cup of tea, It needs conviction, immeasurably broad, I am here, still the same, Watching you, sarcastically bewildered, Like a dame, curled up in shame, I never knew, adieus are so effortless, Until I met you........ (c) S.S

I wish I could be alive, This silence I cannot deny, To walk again, I need no hand, Fate has taught, so in storms I stand, I pity you, Oh unworthy soul, How I ever thought, you make me whole? Some voids, Are better left devoid, Of all the happiness, For they function better, In solitary strangeness, You were just a big rough patch, In the middle of the road, I stumbled upon, And forgot to look ahead, Where I had a bag full of faith, You simply had none, It's such a waste, not even a sigh, You bid goodbye............  (c) S.S

Call me a maniac, if that pleases you, My beloved, But to give myself devotedly,  To that endless rumination, That defines my wholehearted dedication, Has become my predisposition, I am sure you feel the joy, The alleviation on knowing my confessions, That luxury of love,  Which you keep me devoid of, Oh but I mustn't complain, Nay, I wouldn't But what do I do with these random eruptions? When everything becomes damp, Oh why did He ever make tears! I turn into a room of storms, Wherein the soul seeks an escape, From all the emotional forlorn, And settles, Finally, Once again, Knowing the worthlessness of confessions, Confessions which can't evoke your words, Calmness returns, And I breathe,  Until again! (c) (S.S)

Feet on the board, He enters the waters, Circling the Hawaiian shores, Awaiting a standing wave, Ready to dare that tidal bore, The eyes of sapphire, Blazing with the Sun, As he rides forth, And with the waves, he's one, Born to defy, The outrageous swells, He's the son of the sea, And in him the sea dwells........ (c) Valeria E D(S.S)

Across that sea,  vast and wide, In the depths of which, my love abides, My beloved soul, Come hither, In this battle of fervor, My form withers, At the magnanimous horizon, Where water kisses the sky, I see my soul, leaving my body, As towards you, it begins to glide, Two hands, held together, Yours and mine, I see through the Sun, Where our togetherness shines, To believe or not, I leave upon you, Be content to know, That my love is true.... (c) (S.S)

I water the beauteous red roses, And while the stems savor the drops, My eyes pen poesy upon the petals, Wishing to see them bloom, But oh, I feel their constant glum, And then I hear a cry, Oh beloved guardian angel, If the flowers refuse to blossom, Without the words from you, How could I ever smile then, When I know, That the other end of my heart, Connects me to you.... (c) (S.S) 

Beloved soul,  Help me fathom, if I am still your heart's desire,  If your eyes, still yearn for the sight of my semblance,  If your inner self still looks forward to the sound of my voice,  If my pneuma is still sophisticated enough to please yours,  If my form, amongst all forms, still captivate your eyes,  If my hair, still seem like a snaking river to you,  Tell me,  Am I still your beloved dove?  (c)  (S.S) 

In an enclosed domain of the universe, Lies the so assumed wide material realm, Here every man is a King, every woman a Queen, Fighting endlessly, for the pieces and parts, Giving rise to the biggest sarcasm, As they call those bits of grounds, as 'Mine', Is it too difficult to wake up, From that fake worldly sleep? Is it so arduous to realize, That what they call a sleep, Is but a noon's siesta? This day today, is bound to be bygone, And so would be, all the superficial things, Which we so surely exclaim as our own, So why these worries? Why such a whining? Why these agonies? Oh souls of the Almighty, Would it be noble, to breathe our last, with a grudge and that last unfulfilled wish, Or with a smile defined by contentment? (c) (S.S)

Oh Dearest, Where are you? Submerged in your thoughts, Living in anticipation and hope, I am tamed by your righteousness, How high did you place, Your virtuosity,  I am left yearning for your embrace, So much, that it tampers with my existence, I seek answers, Oh beloved, Answer me........ (c) (S.S)

The expressions have been engraved, In the stones of time, Wherein you wrote your confessions, And when you let me call you mine, The beauty of those imprints, Are forever to stay in my being, I fail to fathom though, If you adore me still! These eyes caress each word, With a devotion that has no end, Every intonation from your soul, Forms the epitaph of fervor for me, That onyx that you adorn, Has trapped my sight forever, I am blind in your love, And all I see,  Are your inscriptions of love for me...... (c) (S.S)

What are the winds, If not fragrant with your sighs,  What are the clouds,  If not contained with the yearning,  What are the rains,  If they don't define my fervor's tears,  What is a day,  If not welcomed by your morrow wishes,  What is a night,  If the eyes close without your soul's kisses,  Know that this you are for me,  My beloved,  My silence shall break only with your words,  Words that must fall into my material ears,  Until then,  Know that I belong to thee........  (c) (S.S) 

How I detest the devil, inside of you, Who hides underneath a cloak, of sweet mulishness, It's much pain lending stubbornness, Which refuses to let you say, 'I Love you too', Do I look like a God? Nay, I am not, just in case you are confused, I am a human, with my soul, yours is fused, I am striding frustrated, on the tousled road, But Oh your irresistible heart, Its glimpse is enough, to give me perseverance, An empty life fills with purposefulness, Even though I see the arrow of valediction, set on your 'impeccable' dart.... Help me rise, will you? I am lying wounded.... (c) (S.S)

A pleonastic feeling of something amiss, The incessant realization of an extant abyss, Why this unwelcomed cloud of fears? Why this downpour of endless tears? Help me fathom, oh beloved, Where be the confessions, your lips shed? Or usher upon me once again, The words of fervor, with expressions unfeigned, To believe is the moment's request, While I stumble and walk, on the love's quest, Your righteousness, is your greatest jewel, But be not convinced, to bid me farewell, Your heart's desire is my soul's command, And your companionship, is my being's demand, Do you still caress my words in the morrow's Sun? Without you, my love, my existence is a pun, Allow me to devour, the sound of your voice, Your silence, my beloved, is not my choice, While you perceive, my adoration for you, I will count my hours, scattering and few........ (c) (S.S)

I am on a journey, just like you, Where the soul sojourns, And the shackled mind mourns, But this abysmal truth, is realized by only few, The ambitions here, are all material, Sometimes hearts seeking earthly pleasures, At times, insanity breaks all measures, It is ultimately a huge karmic circle, My form is an apparel, that my soul wears, But I took my role too gravely, And embraced this world solemnly, Only to find myself, drenched in substantial tears, The moment of blurring visions are bygone, Nothing around me is mine, Except for the eternal flame's shine, I feel my soul has finally grown, (c) (S.S)

A silence pervades, Encircling my heart's vicinity, Where nothing is visible, No words, no colors, no entity whatsoever, Insipidness permeates, Deeper into the deepest depths, What do these flowers speak of? What message does the rainbow convey? Why do the birds chirp? Do I know what is amiss? How can I possibly smile, To see the disinterestedness in that heart, Oh, Dismally unbearable, Is the silence of my muse.... (c) (S.S)

I wish to know,  From those humble minds, Whose hearts sow, The seeds of expressions, So as to reap, The pleasure of a poem, A large crowd encompasses me, Resembling the one,  Which perhaps encircles around all of you, "Why are you writing now? A poem can be penned anytime" Really? I asked myself, And comes another 'Great' thought of the day, "You poets are lonely people, Maniacs actually, You either land up in mental asylums, Or die without any knowledge of what, where and how!" I pity such souls, Who feel they know all, But least do they fathom, That instead of a much required punch, I preferred my pen,  To shell out my inner-self's crunch, (c) (S.S)

Dear Rising Dusk, I am a humble servant of my beloved, I don't say I am a crystal, For like every soul alive upon this sphere, I have been paying, my Karmic debts, But I plead tonight, Before the sky drenches me, In tomorrow's Sun's light, Shower upon me the One blessing I seek, The One bliss, absence of which, has left me weak, I pursue no material treasures of diamonds and pearls, Neither do I chase the castles or palaces, It is after much waiting, that I finally began my run, The run towards that soul, Which alone shall make me whole, I shall be blessed, Only when in the embrace of my beloved.... (c) (S.S)

And the world just seems to have come to an end, In front of righteousness, once again my devotion bends, But the echo lives, Filling even the minutest part of my inner being, The walk goes on,  For the end of my journey, is yet to come, Weak! Nay, I am not weak!  May be fragile, yes, frangible with your silence, Oh but worry not, beloved, I crumbled again,  Oh but I am up again you see!  It's a long run to you, I must hasten my steps, May be in a hurry, I arranged my pieces the wrong way, But I know, With your voice, I would be myself again, just for you, I would be found again, just for you........ (c) (S.S)

And as you usher upon me, the most divine lyrics ever penned, My beloved for life, Know this, That my form is that vault, wherein your precious confessions reside, Along with you, And I am sorry, but you have no escape, For my heart is the lock of that vault, The key of which, I have destroyed.... (c) (S.S)

A tap, And a swirl, A clap, And to the eternal cante, I whirl, Is it the wilderness, Or is it the craze? I know not, Fingers snap, In tune with the strings, As I balance and sway, Like a bird spreading its wings, The rhythm of  soleá, And arrives a breeze of romance, As I balance my steps, While absorbing your glance, Irrevocably engrossed, In the saccharine harmony, Of your cheer and glee, Crisply twirling, endlessly, Lost in your eyes I strut with a violent ease, As, for you, I perpetually flounce, Toe tapping, through the Flamenco dance........ Poem & Drawing (c) (S.S)

My beloved, With eyes, which alone know, the art of caressing your semblance With lips, which alone fathom, the craft of penning verses, on your majestic form, With hands, which alone recognize, how to paint the colors of love on you, My beloved, I am the artist,  Who alone knows, the art of loving you.... (c) (S.S)

And when nothing is audible, but the beloved's voice, When nothing is visible, but the beloved's semblance, When the dreams are governed, by the yearning for the beloved, When the definition of life starts and ends with beloved's name, When every morning, the eyes are welcomed by the tears of missing the beloved, Know that it is time, To stride forth and open the door, and merge with your beloved........ (c) (S.S)

Admire the beauty of an ocean, it has no identity alone, It is the coming together, of those countless saline drops, To which the ocean remains devoted forever, Cherish the majestic glory of the twilight sky, which is nothing on its own, It is in harmony of the myriad of stars, To which the sky is faithfully dedicated, And so, My form has no uniqueness or significance, It is the falling together of my beloved's voice, smile, gaze and expressions, To which I am fervidly devout forever. (c) (S.S)