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

I see you, Across the tranquil street, Through the bright green leaflets, Overworked and exasperated, Burdened beneath the obligations, Yet, Calm and contented, Walking endlessly, Wondering ceaselessly, If the road would ever end! Those bricks on the wall, Speak of your unwritten story, The lore of a monarch's Steady rise and a sudden fall, A building of adjacent renewal Hypnotically ~ memories of past, bombs blast, flames~ blind fairness within past plight ~ As a child, that first elevator ride ~ tummy butterflies swarmed ~. Mom's tight grip, sweat drept ~ Her eye's shifting, peaking ~ never free to gaze between those green leaflets ~ Returned within my path I critique progress from concrete wrath ~ I'm a working man, Not a weak man, Judge not, my dollar nor skin of dark tan ~ I read, see, hear, peer the decay ~ Three button suit's, a Royal Flush sadly Birmingham lays ~ financial politics fully displayed ~ ©2016 Shilpa Sandesh​ ©2016 Lynn Terry Image (c) Lynn Ter...

All that falls into, my empty hands, Are the pearls of His grace, Woven in marvelous ambrosial strands, The shadow that traipses, by my side, Is the glorious omnipresence, To its decrees of sanctity, the soul must abide, No sobbing, no wailing over prejudiced fate, For the whimper over His givings, Manifests not love, but scorn and hate, From an endless stride over tousled paths, The door was shown by the angelic presence, And here I am, at the bridge of escape from nemesis' wrath........... Poem & Image (c) S.S

Emerging from midst the walls of snow, My veins are frosted, And the skin frozen Iced in the bluest blue, I repose as the lone snow maiden Until rises the pair of alluring turquoise, On whose call, Burns my frigid soul, Only to melt in him.... (c) S.S

When they think, That you have no wings, Show them the truth, That you need no feathers, To glide and swing, This is what it is, Truth amidst, Delusion and falsities, And forever so it'd be, Rise, Be spirited, Give up the inhibitions, That make the efforts futile, Sending the soul in exile, Be, What you are born to be, We all live in fear, Be the one,  One who would let the conscience flutter free Everyone's a loner, Not just You and I, But only veracity, Can silent the hearts' cries, Seek not a temporal relief, To live midst material itself is a grief, That smile you saw on their face, Is the sadness sheathed in a forced grace, Is the existence such an uphill climb? That we lie and abuse, Assuming the other is blind? Nay, If you can see, So can all, Walk a step of certitude, And break the false walls, Life's beauteous like blooming flowers, Let's not gift each other, Incurable scars...... (c) S.S

Into the semblance of the twilight moon, Sways a million spirits, Water and the wind harmoniously croon, Along dances the fragrant winter's mist, To prevail isn't always an onus, Sometimes the soul needs no reasons to be peppy, Some random fears downpour the tears, And some drifting miles, swiftly bring lost smiles, I am one amongst them, Gliding in long pristine white sheathe, Hovering in the forgotten spaces, Leaving all on the earth beneath, The whirl midst the luminescence is mystifying, Is it what divinity means? I am afloat in incomprehensible, I am on the moon, It isn't life, it is the afterlife's lucid gleam..... (c) S.S

Fear clinging like moths, Existence is such a chaos, Midst the tumultuous seas, Where storms refuse to cease, To breathe seems less of an effort, Survival losing its gist, Through the rising mist, Darkness looms around, I can barely see the ground, To be is like a mission, without the key 'abort', The Other world seems to be calling, Away from the tongues of material drooling, To smile and laugh is such a mess, Soul yearns to depart for an exceptional digress, Wondering how to cut the subsistence short, Seeking abode In the city of the Lord, I mind not being a prisoner, Locked in the loneliest and highest tower, At least truth will be safe from the falsities' extorts........ (c) S.S

Fixating the gaze, Between my palms, I cradle a maze, The waves defining the verve within, Woven gently into fiery strings, There's a charring stream, Cascading through my veins, To the swaying hoops of èlan, Lending elemental flames, Beneath the winter's full moon, Letting my form whirl and swoon, Casting my spells, I sing softly to the night's tune.... (c) S.S

It was a swing of bare emotions, True, unerring, Balanced with the rope, Of Love's undeterred notions, Where did the strings begin to rip, When my whole self was fervidly devout? Do you know, The question would haunt me until death; Like an effervescent butterfly, My lips were never devoid of smiles, I strode forth with all might, Oh, how I remember my soul's vigor, It's whirl and sway of truthfulness, To my own eyes, was a divine sight; And just when I reached, To knock at that door, It was shut with a sign, "I was unreal, I was false, You don't belong here, You were just a witless thrill, For as long as I wished"...... (c) S.S

There's an angst, An abhorrence clenching my nerves, A black smoke rises, Like demons in disguises, Seemingly enchanting, But I feel my peace uprooted, In a subconscious self, My voice is strenuously muted, Black it is, Death in the night, Before the new morrow, My soul shall leave this form of sorrows, Into the fragrant skies,  It would initiate its flight, A life wasted, Or karmas dealt with, I await my final sojourn, The Beauteous Journey to the Afterlife.......... Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

Let me drink, from your fervor's potion, A sip of love, A gulp of devotion, Beneath the moonlit night, Hover countless spells, Sheathing me with a bewitching might, A stretch, a sway, Flying, Melding, In the celtic way, To the notes of the breeze, With whispering chants, Submitting like a slave, To the clairvoyant lands, Every curve, Defining a magnetic verve, Easy yet moving, Under the intonations, The soul's brimming, Fire,  Wind, Water, Earth, Sky exclaiming my enchanting mirth, Into the magical voodoo trance, I whirl in enthralling Moondance..... Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

Buried is the pain, Smiles aren't anymore in vain, Like a child Making the bubbles of glee, I hear the joys whisper to me, "Lady, there's no fault with wishing, Get rid of the adamant sorrows, They must be set in stone, But you're not alone, There's a long path, Sheathed in roses, Sheltered from the shower of wrath, Step ahead, get drenched in love's rain, He is the truth, Who said you can't fall in love again?" Poem & Image (c) S.S

Reach to me, My beloved since time perennial, Fused is the worldly passion, With the fragrant astral maze, Replace these countless moments spent without you, With one moment in your embrace, There's a faint but a perpetual scream, Deep inside my longing heart, I belong not just to your dreams, But to your form's and your soul's every part, So sweet love of mine, The empty chalice of my being, Waits to be filled, By the most saccharine wine, Which is You......... Poem (c) S.S Image (Google search)

Through the dark cloud sheathed skies, Upon my being, A divine existence had his eyes, The apparel of miserability, that I wore, I have shed it forever, Come hither,  My beloved since time unknown, And until eternity, You're the definition of my visions, My soul's sole ambition, You've composed from the most confined, To the  most brimming spaces of my heart, Traversing through the Hellenic eras, Into the present times, You, my beloved heart, are my valiant knight, Take me by my hand, Pull me to the closest part of your soul, Rising inside of me,  Hear my pneuma's impassioned howl, And then shall the echo rise, "He is the one you sought, The true righteous and wise".... (c) S.S

Stride forth, Fell! So what? Stumble, Balance, You're firm, Firm as a lighthouse, Midst the saline splashes, Run forth, Fears! So what? Imagine, The win, You're strong, Strong as a rock, Midst the social chaos, Speak up, Tears! So what? Cry, Once, You're the God-sent, Smile like His angel, Midst all the forlorn, Be not effete and fragile, Because you're unbreakable.... Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

You are that drop of dew, On the leaves, In a winter night, Bending over the lone lake, Which is me Unexplored, Uncharted, And as you slowly fall in me, The countless ripples you'll see, Are the quivers you cause, When you caress me........ (c) S.S

Hey you, Grotesque and masked in lies, A geek composed of anomalies, You think I am a fool! An imbecile and a fathead! Oh, I don't blame you, I so blindly honored you, You weren't wrong, Nay, I was, So pick up your lousy selfdom, Lead the crowd of untrustworthy lasses and lads, Form an army of capricious lots, And reign your ideal kingdom, But dare not retreat your steps, Because I so love my self respect! Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

Rain upon me, Those devouring sighs, A flash of red, I see in your eyes, I bear that weight, In the random nights, When my senses are lost, As you numb my thighs, Your whispers are scary, Feeding my nightmares, I see you make merry, As you unsheathe me bare, Is that all you want? Is that all you need? I am still, As on me you feed, Assaulting my every part, But you can't despoil my soul, That I've locked inside my heart...... Poem & Drawing(c) S.S

Eroded by the rains of deception and trickery, Deep down the unfathomable lows, Are buried, the most unfeigned truths, We name it Life Surmounting unstoppable, upon the ladders, Of duplicity and artificial convictions, Are surging, the most unendurable lies, We name it Life Sobbing hysterically, devoting to the wrong, Suffering and mourning over shattered bonds, Are breathing, countless hearts, We name it Life Rip out that beauteous muslin of counterfeit, Whip not the worthy souls with false affections, For once, live a moment of true righteous perfection, As for me, I shall resume being my own armor, my own knight, May be then, It's worth naming it Life...... Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

The present looks pleasing, The fire of hurt seems to be dousing, As the sapphires shower their glance on me, Glum seeks to transform in glee, What a delightful ingratiating maze, That settles all the saddening haze, How deep had I drowned in the sorrow's well? How long was I caught in the melancholic shell? The valorous knight, I caught his sight, Striding on his glorious steed, He pulled me away from the wolf's greed, Gratified I repose, As the past's aching chapter closed, Not material, but a spiritual truth, Shall compose this angelic lore.... (c) S.S

Write to me on the winds in ancient languages, Send it on the wings of dove, In the scripts that narrate stories of bygone ages, Gliding endlessly, across the azure above Write to me about how the snow melts, And lays down for you to walk on it, I'll write to you about how my heart dwells, In the puddles that you leave behind on it Write to me upon the rising swells, Which dance and flip enchantingly, Confessing to the moon with each swirl, As it hums to the wide tumultuous seas Write to me about how the sun rays, Tussle with each other to touch you first, I'll tell you how gladly I'll be incinerated, To be that sunbeam that you will touch Write to me upon the winter's twilight moon, Beneath which the hearts swoon, Unsheathing convictions, since long hidden, A beauteous epic of the mystics written (c) Shilpa Sandesh (S.S), (c) Seema Tabassum Image courtesy : Pinterest

Some grains of memories, Still lay scattered, The bits and pieces, Of all that mattered, To look back, I refuse, I am, The God's muse, He wrote my role, I played it well, Through the divine stroll, In Him I would dwell, Spreading like mist, Blowing like winter's whisk, Burning like fire, Shedding all desires, From the eyes of the sky, You shall see, My flame in Him, And He in me........ (c) S.S