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

"Who are you? " He asked, Looking at the quiet nothingness, She said, "I am your spine, who backs you in your endeavors, I stay low, while you shine, and emerge as a wall, when you brave the life's tremors, You ask me who I am? I am the one you called as The one, My first step upon fervor's ladder, with you, my new life had begun, I gave up my dreams, and gave in to love's gleam, I made you my moment, My fantasy, my imagination, but mistakenly assumed, that you would brace my ambition, But I don't regret, Neither do I fret, For He watches me at all times, Making me hope midst hopelessness, That your heart and my spirit, shall one day rhyme........"                 ~S.S~

They're the enveloped pollutants,  in the existential air, The duplicitous serpents are everywhere, They are the living blocks,  with an unstable base, they're the trivial burdens here, a made up grace hides their ugly face, They're around, nature bound, drooling upon the worldliness, wagging their tails, these ruthless hounds, They're born speech-makers, with a much fashioned and softened tone, Be not surprised, to find them with impotent ears, Alas! Not everyone is au fait listener, In a purported serenity, sheathing a tumultuous continuance I am the lone lotus, Reposing in the mud, infested by venomous serpents........

Sad it is,  That a soul's heart, is nothing but a mere chunk,  They pique with their verbal darts   and leave it like a lifeless lump,  They,  whom we mistake as our own.... ...                          ~S.S~

She breathes in the air of adversity, In a whirl that governs her being's perplexity, Through a never-ending tunnel of forlorn, I see her walk with a heart that's severed and torn A part of her didn't mean to give him another chance, But the lover in her, was caught in his wicked love's trance, How destructive can one's individuality be, That she now stays afloat in her own tears' sea Maliciousness of a nature has never known bounds, Her form carries his hostility's lofty mounds, Trying to tread through the dunes, of dolor's burning sands, She wishes she could sink, into those anguished lands Such shall remain the partial devotion of love, Where he's the egoistic sky and she's the wingless dove, who got lost in love's ever-deepening mist, And gave her life, to a compulsive sadist........                              ~S.S~