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

I love thee, for you lend, wings to my soul, A spirited leap, over the mountains of apathy, Dashing with a verve, hastening from a passive crawl, Your ingress implying, Destiny's scarce sympathy, I love thee, for you grant, breaths to my form, A wishful gasp, from a prolonged asphyxiation, Risen and healing, from the graveyard of forlorn, Resurrected is, my prolonged entombed adoration, I love thee, for there is not one like you, A rhythm with a cadence of chastity, Wherein your charm and gentility brew, Love's luminescence surging from brevity to longevity, I love thee, for a million reasons unsaid, left to the heart's imagination, Perceive if you can, my acquiescent form, seeking your devotion..............                                           ~S.S~

Conveyance of affection, is rather delicate, A denial sequels dejection and the heart suffocates, An acceptance is saccharine as the devotion propagates, So is the dreary decree of adoration, Sometimes a dawning of intense veneration, At times, leading to dismal desire of cessation, An imagination wherein she sees herself as his, Is soon prevailed by his ambiguous comprehension's abyss, authenticating my cognizance, his affections were always amiss........                                 ~S.S~

An abounding splash of your sparkling confessions, Adorn the universe, with what be your words, Are a magnanimous splurge, Of trinkets, brilliant gemstones,baguettes and gullions, I see from the vast Eastern landscapes, How radiantly embellished, is the path, The aisle to my abode, trimmed and resplendent, In all the dazzles of the One promise, One swear, My beloved, I hereby commence, my stride to thee, But Oh, how did that go amiss? Least did I fathom the short lived bliss, I left my land, To kiss the distant sands, But few glorious fragrant mists, And faith in love, merely seemed a heist, Quiet I shall be, 'T is how now you shall see me, No one's, but my own, Until with the winter's winds, I am frozen and gone.... (c) S.S

It's arduous, Baffling, And immensely indecipherable, That grasp, utterly disquieting, Of a stinging desolation midst multitude, Which none can fathom, but I........  (c) S.S

Bearing the edged shards of time, Enduring every piercing reminiscence, I count the heart beats of mine, Quietly awaiting the end's fragrance, Oh sweet thought of cessation, You taste immensely saccharine, Into the eclipsed blank spaces, Bidding adieu to my form, this soul so pristine, It's getting hazy.........                    ~S.S~

Encompassed by your soul's glare, Rests my mortal form's grave, Midst the dancing specter's fair, Your blaze awakened me with a flaming crave, The swaying silhouette's of demons, Camouflaged in the chimeric cloud, Incessant hum of the twilight's phantoms, Staring me veiled, beneath love's fiery shroud........  (c) S.S  

And into the tumultuous sea, Smashes a wave of quietude, The besotted soul, unstirring, A blossom creased, 'Neath the steps of multitude; The swells rise and imbibe the flower, Strenuously ferrying, to the dungeons afar, Loud is the shriek, of the beseeching soul, A sort of pleading, with a bereft howl; Shattered upon a rock, Barbarously being mocked, Deserted and forsaken, Awaiting the Karma's blow, Will it be cast away or taken? (c) S.S

It's a medley of senses,  Across the substantial fences,  Wherein dwells our glorious abode,  Therein we sway in heart's blissful mode,  But Oh lover, hold me delicately,  My frame is the glued broken pieces of glass,  I resemble a blossom, but am a dry grass,  With you alone, I recognise me,  Without you, my existence wouldn't be......  (c) S.S 

And when I sought you, After innumerable stumbles, As I see you repose upon lofty peaks, While I am drowning in the depths of the sea, I can see the destiny laugh, Mocking at the life's discrepancy........ Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

And even in my hushed self, I bear a volcano of expressions, Words unsaid, Emotions yet to be conveyed, Counting the moments and hours and days, Only to erupt, When my form shall be enveloped, In your promising embrace....... Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

Built up piece by piece, Agonisingly slow, One brick at a time, Our wall ascends, we grow, Walls however are often weak in places, As loose and vulnerable as sand, Seeping away until we feel stable, Moments away from breaking asunder, But there are other parts of our wall, Parts which do not shed or wilt, Do not crack or lean with the tempestuous winds, Those parts are as hard as iron, Our resolve holds upon this strength! It grows leaves by leaves, With Nature's forbearing and tranquil flow, One leaf at a time, And so the memories are spawn, As the life moves forth and branches evolve, Few folioles might be dangling loose at times, Like swinging and swaying fate's chimes, Ready to be blown away by the storms, But the unrivaled strength of the sturdy tree called us, Stands determined in the uproars of life, Resolute like a rock, Our will is governed by this tenacity! (c) S.S, (c) John Martin

'T was an effulgent moment, When the winds came to a random halt, That splendidly exalted instant, A pristine drop merged in the ocean of my heart. My voice isn't slave, to the ersatz decrees, I speak of you, with the utmost fondness, A blessing bestowed by the mountains upon the sea, I drift towards that unrivaled gentleness. My eyes be the chest of an endless adoration, Governed by your celestial glimpse, Sheathed with the cape of an earnest affection, Like barren lands caressed by divine springs...... (c) S.S

I heard the twilight moon hum, Rattling my sorrowful mum, Winds flirtatiously caressing my hair, Adorned in the whispers of the East, As he exclaims me his maiden fair, But these threads of silence, Are the gorges unseen, Where lay the countless fragments, Of my shattered dreams.... Poem & Image (c) S.S

Dear beloved, "You encourage me to speak, My expressions raw and true, without any additions or omissions, I give my heart to you.... " (c) S.S 

A wishful silky strange string hanging like jovial streaks, Daring enough to debunk the distance between these soaring peaks. Sterling with a divine tinge of that cordial connection, Chisel of time to glorify another caprice of affection. A myriad of aspiring waves traversing the mirthful seas, Seeking to reach the mountains, on board the winter's breeze. Smiling to that saccharine beatitude from a distant form, Like a star aglow, midst the storms of ceaseless forlorn.  Affinity wrapped with the aroma of their magical accord, Blizzard of that bountiful bonhomie to caress that climactic charming chord. Magnetic is the enchanting inveiglement of yonder hearts, Endearing, their destined traverse, entwined pneumas of frames apart....... (c) Aman, (c) S.S   

Deep beneath the stillness, Of this outwardly placid heart, Stands motionless, A huge specter of woven illusions, Each step towards the awakening, Is hindered, By this estranged silhouette of delusion, Seems the dreams mustn't be abandoned, Or they haunt the destitute soul, Until nothing but few mangled fragments are left........... Poem (c) S.S

It is in the tranquility of my soul, In the equanimity of my senses, An unparalleled serenity in my heart, And the self-discipline, Which come together in harmony, To define my very being, But dare not shatter my inner peace, Or you'll see the reflection of your worst nightmare, Like a storm whirling in my eyes......... Poem & Image(c) S.S

Bestow me with, Few driblets of fondness, And morsels of veracity, Fragments of preference, And traces of tenacity, Brilliance of stars rest in your eyes, Your semblance carries the Moon's sheen, Seek me in the Eastern Sunrise, Lend me the smithereens of our woven dreams........ Poem (c) S.S

.... And beyond the desires,  Wishes,  And the whims,  Stretches a spiritual trail,  Governed by the elemental truth,  Seekers ruminate therein......   (c) S.S 

Break her heart, shatter her soul, It is but her undying spirit, That makes her existence whole, Midst the chaos, Of countless trifling beings, She's governed by the gleaming Moon, And the rising Sun, She's the immortal, Warrior woman......... (c)S.S

While breathing, And living, Surviving, And continuing, While fighting, And losing, stabilizing, And winning I realized, I'm on the wrong side of the world....... (c) S.S

Steadily, And unfailingly, I am carried perpetually, Towards your dwindling affection, My adoration is forever, But dearest, I am receding, into an eternal eclipse........ (c) S.S

Flowing through the tumultuous streams, I rest in the lap of the calm seas, Hushed and iced, Eyeing the wide ocean, You That reposes ahead of me, To wake your adoration, From that abrupt sleep, A storm I must bring, For You are that abyssal blue, Whose still waters run deep........                     ~S.S~

Beneath the ferocious moon, Midst the seraphic chants, Bathed in the dancing echoes, Of the ancient Mayan drums, Underneath the eloquent night, Moments before the impending twilight, Adorned with the countless stars, Blessed by the heavenly hums Come hither my beloved, The souls crave to merge, It's the hour to be one........ (c) S.S

Dearest, Like the spaces 'tween my fingers, Anticipate being embellished with yours, The barrenness in my existence, Quests for your presence, Lend reasons for me to smile, Only with you, I can endure countless miles Yours Forevermore.... (c) S.S

Oh that moment, When the spirits hum, Faint chorus, And the banging of drums, Beneath the glorious, Light of the moon, Incantations so melifluous, As my frame bewitchingly swoons, What is in those voices, My eyes make love to the candle flame, A white cloud of smoke passes, Whispering my name, The calling, A sweep of the sounds, My name is uttered, The other way round, Carried I am into the magnificent woods, Beauteous and damp, I see myself follow, A dame with a hood Jolted and awakened, By my panting frame, I await another night, Another enchanting Moonlight, As the spirits would hum, Into the woods I shall be taken, Once again............ (c) S.S

Another day passed by, Another night's here, And midst the chaotic tranquility, My poetry once again seeks, Mercy of the stars, The Moon, The Rain, And yet, My pen helplessly swoons, Splattering lifeless words, Upon the barren page called I....... (c) S.S

You and I are united, Every time the winds blow, The rains splash, The Earth tremors, The skies echo through thundering clouds, We are one, Not through breaths or touch of the skin, But the pristine elements of the universe, I am eternally yours........ (c) S.S

It is when he stepped into my existence, That I realised, What it is to beseech in love, The pain of imploring a star, But it's beautiful, The strange sweetness in the bitter miles, The melody beneath the heart's incessant cries, And my soul faintly conveys to him, "Blessed be my dear one, I wish you all my share of joys and smiles"........ (c) S.S

.....and what do I say, Midst the silence between You and me, Know that You are the only song, I shall forever sing, And I wish to be the sole note of Love, In your heart's symphony.........  (c) S.S

I have been gazing at you, Perpetually, Through the rising mist, And the midnight's dew, How the glory unfolds, Midst the winter's downpour, A fragment of my soul, This tranquility beholds, Fluttering to fly free, Entangled in all that's mundane, I wish I was you, The calm and meditating Lone Tree........ Poem & Image (c) S.S

Clandestine, Shall be the moment, When he caressed her soul, With a touch of glory, Heavenly and sublime Clandestine, Would be the hour, When she surrendered herself, Into his loyal embrace, Tender and passionately divine Clandestine, Will always be 'Us', You in me, I in You, Forevermore, In your heart and in mine........ (c) S.S

Silence is beauteous, Blustering with the breeze of romance, Sweetly turbulent and tumultuous, Fathom if you can, The tempest beneath the swirling lull........ Poem & Image (c) S.S

I am nothing but a dry rose, Veiled in an empty sea shell, 'Cause to be torrid has its own charm, A barren shell has deep unseen seas, And a crumpled piece of paper, Has endless stories to tell........ Poem & Image(c) S.S

You shine, like the evening's first star, When you smile from lands afar, The winds tend to ceaselessly blow, Letting two souls' anticipations grow, What says that bud, in arcadia of roses? Wherein giggle the florets and mosses, Enlivening all that lays insipid, Giving light to all that is livid, Yet among the brilliance that harp, I am aghast like a child frightened of the dark, My heart mirrors the cracked terrain of pain, That perpetually awaits the love's eternal rain..... (c) S.S

Through the moments of blossoming romance, Dreams of cuddles and giggles, And an endless faith in togetherness, The heart falls prey to the blows of Time, And Love seems just a thorny delusion, Seems I am almost there........ (c) S.S

Dear Man of God, Let not that precious faith, That you have treasured since time unknown, Get tarnished by the moments of forlorn My soul has known you, As His adored fragment, The one whose ways of preaching, Can make the lost existences amend, Let every blow of time, Be a step forth towards strengthening of belief, There is nothing but hope and perseverance, And an undying assent in Him, Slowly, And gradually, The wishes shall win, Because truthful adorations are special, And are always the rewards of hardships, The tough moments that You and I shall overcome, Only with Faith........ (c) S.S

Beneath the sky brimming with grey clouds, Looking upon the parched earth, That seeks those drops of long sought love, My frame reposes in silence, While my heart is in chaos, Chasing the winds for answers, "Are his words for me? Or perhaps a never-ending tribute to an old flower! Or are those to adorn a new rose?" Love has never been such a question mark! (c) S.S

Scattered like rose petals, Spectral are the moments, Which begin being lost, In your musing, And conclude gloriously, In your embrace........ Poem & Image (c) S.S

Beneath the decaying leaves of karmas, concealed by the mud of countless deeds, Lies unsought, my deserted grave, Open the casket, if you may, Therein still survive, Some moments of anticipation, And dried petals of an endless adoration........                   ~S.S~

What magic lies, Ruling every wing, As the winds smile, And the Windmills swing, Magnific seems the pristine lore Where dances the enormous leaves, As the gust sways ashore, While the huge flower silently grieves, For their love is not forever, Since the breeze shall change its course, Caressing another flower,  Kissing the new leaves........ Poem & Image (c) S.S

Music and Poetry are eternal               Because              To write                and            To sing Is like a traverse upon the road          that leads to           Infinity.... (c) S.S

¿Qué hace que nuestro amor  sea el más verdadero en todas las formas?  Es su sencillez, Su Modestia, Y inocencia Que traverese en las  expresiones  encantadoras De ti a mi Y de mi a ti (c) S.S

A colour, Midst the colours, Composed of vibrant dreams, A painting, The illustration of which, Emerges from the rainbow streams, I am what I am, Ask me not to amend my soul, 'Cause regardless of whether you like or not, This is what I shall always be, Alive, Spirited, Zesty...... Poem (c) S.S

To crawl is no longer my way of life, I have learnt to soar, Everyone dreams, Everyone falls, So what? It's nobody's fault! I am almost there, Where the stars reside, Where the chase gets over, As all the visions come alive No more bounds, No more chains, It's a flight, Flight of a free bird, Who just made the impossible, Possible........ (c) S.S

Sweetheart, You did call me beloved, And all the lovely epithets, But what batters my soul. Is the actuality,  That I was, Or perhaps still am, merely a filler of void, Nothing more, Absolutely nothing more.......... Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

Beloved, Strum the strings of my heart, Just like I plunk the violin strings, Let me be afloat, Into a rapturous realm, And fathom the glorious euphoria, That your inflamed embrace would bring..... (c) S.S

Freed by the love, yet devout and tied, I am that lost dove, Befuddled on a solitary flight, But know, That upon your form and soul, I shall always be the downpour, Of love, Of faith, Of belief, And fervor's perpetually gleaming light...... Poem (c) S.S

I seek refuge, In the tranquil of your eyes, A journey I embarked upon, Towards the Sunset from the Sunrise, The empty morrow tells, Chapter of a persistent pain, And the heart quietly hopes, For that blessed rain...... Poem & Image (c) S.S

It is the quest of love, Haven of which, prevails in you, My chariot pulled by silver doves, leads me across the Pacific blue, Distance away I see the Castle of pearls, Wherein dwells unending adoration, A thought of you, my form shyly curls, Announcing fearlessly, my endless devotion........ Poem (c) S.S

Beneath the canopy of lustrous stars, Besides the snaking streams from afar, I saw the gleaming spirits ascend, My soul escapes and in them, it blends, What a striking reverie of the afterlife, farther from life's dissensions and strife, Such is the exquisiteness of the spiritual surge, Guiding me away from the material urge, Convinced to walk a million extramundane miles, I am at last adorned with an ethereal smile....... (c) S.S

A snaking entwine of the dancing scents, Is this what all along, the destiny meant? The spirits swirling in an aphrodisiac maze, And minds racing across the heavenly haze, What is the touch of material skin? It is but a beauteous sin, Let the souls rise into the realms of the afterlife, Wherein lies a mystery, Devoid of the heart's and the mind's strife, There shall be the oneness you seek, A Divine love lore like the Romans and the Greeks...... (c) S.S 

Dear Son, It is owing to your spellbinding semblance, A little frame brimming with innocence, that my every unhealed scar, Transforms into twinkling stars, And life's ceaseless dissents, Turn into the ladder towards spiritual ascent..... Love, Mom.... Poem & Image (c) S.S

Upon the waves, Reposes he from the past, The Knight of the Kingdom of Seas, He who paints the days, Yearning, seeking her in a haste, Refusing to bow to fate's decrees, He feels her scent, As if it composes his being, Like a rigid wall, he pursues her unfailingly, Suddenly jolted by a strong current, He's enthralled by a voice that sings, As if a treasure is found, he whisks cravingly, Singing and humming the hymn of heart, She has waited since eternity, The Princess of the Kingdom of Stars Dreaming the meeting of two souls apart, Awaiting destiny's humble generosity She senses his aura, As if it runs in her veins, The tiny molecules of love, Rushing in abundance of joy, Like the earth knowing the approaching rain, A story was being penned, He, from the Past, Seeking Her, from the future, What would the Time bring? It's a distinct love lore in making....... (c) S.S

Through the juggling,  Of catastrophe and joys,  We eventually discern,  In the hands of fate,  We are mere toys,  Puppets with strings,  Birds devoid of wings,  How inane is the knowledge,  That we are the controllers,  Of our destiny,  Spat comes a blow or two,  And hence echoes the consciousness,  "Wake up, while there's still time,  The truth is far from I, me and mine,  The ultimate reality is distanced from worldly confessions,  And to attain it,  One must give up the substantial conventions........  Poem & Image (c) S.S 

It is through incessant defeats, And inclement experiences, I stand courageously to greet, Life's yet to come forbearances Bowing my head, thanking the fate, Reposing a giver, Shedding forever the robe of hate, I giggle quietly on greedy gold diggers, The glitters of wishes, And the gleam of love, Were the mere doormats of bridges, Leading to the Higher Truth above Grateful I am and would always be, For your glorious abandonment, I learnt to breathe and swim, In the seas of falsities and resentment Thank you my so called beloved, Thwart not for pushing me in the painful haze, I am enroute to solving, my existence's maze........ (c) S.S

Letting the world be, Trying not to alter the scene, I brought forth a change in myself, Leaving the mean be mean, We're but the pebbles, Scattered endlessly, Upon the shores of joys and melancholy, I have walked ahead, A step beyond the worldly, Seeking nothing substantial, But arduously trying to win spiritually.... (c) S.S

Among countless trivialities, Certitude overpowered by formalities, We're all bathed in falsities' foam, But, the show must go on The bad might not turn into good, The good would surprisingly turn out bad, Yet among the storms of forlorn, The show would go on What is that voice, That shouts once and aloud, We insist 'right', but it yells 'wrong', Ignoring which, we let the show go on There's a random realization, An existence beyond imagination, A certain cognizance has grown, The worldly pomp is left far behind, As the spiritual show shall now go on.... (c) S.S