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