The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by 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