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

Where sweet confessions and smiles brew together, To bring two hearts, in love forever, The sensitivities and self-doubts are born too, Yet, however smooth or rough this path might be, I know, The hand that seeks mine, belongs to you...... Poem & Drawing (c) SS

Beloved son Ruhaan, I wonder what the state of my being would have been, Had you not been there, It is the most precious gift, To know that your eyes fathom my agony, But it is at the same time a pain, To see your innocence softly turn melancholic, Because you noticed what stays hidden beneath my smiles For every moment that I spend with you, Listening to your endless blabbering, Looking at your joyous exclamations, Rejoicing in your heart-warming giggles, I carefully slide my fear, Under the blanket of my engrossed expressions, I know you fathom all my child....... You are just five, But never do you cease to surprise me every passing hour, With your unmatched understanding, No wonder you are for me, God-sent, Because you pull me back to life, Just when I am giving up on it Forgive me, For being incapable of enveloping my misery, Mumma will try to be a better mommy....... Yours loving, Mumma Poem & Image (c) SS

Like a plenary drop of rain, I meld quietly with the earth, And this agitated mortal frame, Dances with the soil in mirth It's the swing of love, My form lost in it's pristine fragrances, As I am joined from the skies above, By some more drops of devotion's redolences Nothing sensuous or worldly, About my adoration's certitude, It is for you, alive soulfully, I am loving you every moment, in quietude.... (c) SS

Here I am, with an empty page, Trying relentlessly to extract, Expressions of love from life's maze, There's a turmoil  in vanishing too, I thought it would lend you peace, Instead I am enveloped by you, Engulfing my form, are thoughts of your kiss, And silently in my solitary den, I ponder upon what is amiss, And I pen your name upon unwritten paper, Oh....do I need to write more! When I already wrote the best poem, your name......

Inspire me, I have almost reached the depth of the sea, Where waters are like weighted swells, Unlike the joyous shallow streams, Inspire me, My pages are unwritten once again, Even though there's no scarcity, Of fake smiles and truthful pains, Inspire me, You can't take off the gaze, Or look back when it wishes, It's love, not a settling or recurring haze, Inspire me, I have nothing to pen, And until you've something to exclaim, I would retire in my nostalgic den.... Poem & Drawing (c) SS

I saw a bird, Searching and gathering the twigs, For the walls to hide within, It ceaselessly collected the 'bricks', Realizing or not, That soon the sky would be sheathed, Wherein the thunderous clouds would breathe, The cold will deepen with stormy rains, But the bird is remote, to the approaching pain, The night passes midst the winds and the downpour, Leaving me anxious, for the morrow, The Sun peeps in, through the branches torn, And a tear slips through my eyes, the nest is gone, Oh but look! The bird is right there, Searching and gathering twigs, For the walls to hide within, Undeterred by what yesterday brought, A new morrow is all that it sought, And so was solved the most onerous puzzle, The pieces put together, well defined and unruffled, That it is here, within oneself, Wherein lies, The willingness to live, A desire to survive....... (c) SS