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

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

If there's an end, To the wrong choices, If there's a time, For heart's expiration, If there's a court, To punish my drifted mind, It is here, Within me, I shall be sentenced by my soul, To depart to eternity, Wherein resides my beloved Lord.... (c) S.S

It was a dream, I dreamt long ago, When an incandescent light was seen, Descending from the sky, Towards the lost Earth, I stood aghast, And yet, Leaped towards it, with a haste, Oh Christ! It was the Almighty Himself, I looked like a tiny elf, "This is a gift, my daughter, I shall bestow upon you today, Don't let the blessings scatter, Five stars for five wishes, For every material choice, One blessing shall decay" And gone was the light, Merging into the dark night, I grabbed the box, Opening like a child, And saw five glistening stars, "Oh, what should I seek first?" I felt greedy with material thirst, My piggish soul, Seeking earthly pick, to feel whole, I asked for love, I asked for joys, I asked for adventure, I asked for pals, And the four stars turned to ashes, Decayed with every material wish, The lament was unseen and unfathomable, "Accept my apology, My beloved Lord, I am a fool, What a waste I am, I s

I read all, you see, The verses of the Sapphires, And of the Onyx, I see how things change, Expressions take turns, Even the muses diversify, And what I learn? I have learnt that I am my beloved muse, For whom I write, I am my own savior, For whom I fight, I am my own Sun, That blazes my soul, I am my own Moon, That calms my heart, I am the God's daughter, And that's all that matters........ (c) S.S

The battle's been long, But I always stood firm, Didn't realize the existence's trivialities, Until the moments were gone, This material being is a scandal, An embarrassment for the soul, Men or women, species don't matter, Out of envy, they hurt, play evil roles, Bury yourself in shame, you ugly frame, Number of souls you have set ablaze, Can you name? Apologies? Don't make an effort, You aren't upto it, It needs an unfeigned heart, Not the madness,  That tears the other to bits, This war, I end this moment, Each one of you, who have scarred someone's soul and mine, Shall until the end, bear an accursed torment.... (c) S.S 

A fearful fair dame, Sought by fraudulent dreams, Thrown into perfidious emotions, Oh what a shame! 'Be careful', Had warned the moment, Unscrupulous she had been, Oh, what a fool! Tranquil lost bit by bit, "Trust me, I am a good pal", Portrayed her heart, Oh, what a dim-wit, And now the silly goose, walks alone.... (c) S.S

And once again, The stars fell, Crashing onto the earth, Ending all that dwelt, The actuality of glitters, Now revealed as mere scattering ugly rocks, The heavy winds of forlorn, The storm shall now be my home, Dare not knock at the door, Whether you're a woman, Claiming to be humble, Or a man, Exclaiming to be righteous, Dare not  Dare not........ (c)