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

  That moment, when my demons need a reminder, that there's nothing as frightening, as a woman, crippled and tested by Life..... - S.S

  There's an unerring bewitching essence, in everything embodying, the intimidating winters, Wherein perches, an enthralling fragrance, a pacifying trail, for the wearied to saunter, Upon the frigid polar earth, flinching reminiscences cringing away, Swaying in a chaotic mirth, revering the dearth of the summer rays, Precipitating my imprisoned soul, draped in the blessed blanket of snow, Hallowed is that solitary stroll, for a moment, willingness to be, grows...... - S.S

  'Tween the yearning, voiced, and unvoiced, are his inflamed breaths, which chart her longing curves, with a seeker's prolonged thirst, Like a sailor, sailing hastily, towards her unexplored seas, wherein the gratification of the two, delves in the voyage, that remains untaken.......... - S.S

  Let for one random moment, be that glistening ray of the morrow's Sun, Which tresspasses the prevailing torment, and smiles upon the earth, for no apparent reason, When the wildflowers whisper, in the lull of the night, dancing to the winds, in those sprawling distant fields, Let's be the fireflies, carousing away in delight, Nonchalant, from what next moment might yield, 'Neath the willow tree, where two lovers lay entwined, Let's sway to the notes of their fanciful romance, Adrift from the world, mystically inclined, Striding upon the path, of an irreversible trance, If there exist, such undefined trices, of an orphic reverie, Then my love, let's be lost for once, in that unnamed glory........ - S.S  

S plashing the vibrant E choes of the lapsed visions P ristine unveiling T hrough the arriving seasons, E mbers of the shattered dreams, M ellowing down, the harrowing reasons, B reaking bridges and dams, E ntering in a splurge of hope, R eturn, the counted days of aspirations (c) S.S

  Lying upon the damp grass, engulfed in the slowly rising winter's mist, I counted the number  of prevailing deceivers and their lies, and it triumphed, o'er the number of stars in the sky...... - S.S

  It is in your hushed whispers, swaying smoothly in my ears, Those slithering fingers, and the surging inflamed tingles, That I get swiftly consumed, until I fall, into the lap of a thousand flashing stars........ - S.S

Oh how I detest, this over contemplation, that pulls my very being, into an abyss, wherein this wistful mind, is beyond revivification, But then there it is, that I unearth, the treasure of words and expressions, weaving allusive or worthless verses, Something like you just finished reading...... - S.S  

  Magic :  "Tell me if you may, When the expressions hover, Does it make your lips sway?" Poetry : "My Wizard, My words emerge from my soul, traverse to the heart, And find reprise upon my lips" Magic : "Ah, Why do I ask so, Wouldn't you wish to know?" Poetry : "Exclaim the sweet secret, That composes your delightful inquest" Magic : "If your lips have embellished those words, Even with the faintest whisper, With the words I shall stay entwined, As I kiss your lips with mine" Poetry : "And as you reveal the bewitching connotation, My lips can't resist, but constantly smile"

  He drowned in her,  deeper, through the haze of sweet nothings, And she kept pulling, until he was caught, in her molten swirls, A fall and a surge, where the world comes to a halt, and the stars open the doors, to an impassioned universe....... - S.S

  Somewhere, 'tween abundance of agony, and sprinkles of cheer, the shattered souls dwell, midst perpetual unrest and fears....... - S.S

  Our respective sadness, however genuine it might be, would always be distasteful to others, At the end of the day,  it is that mask of feigned perfection we wear, that would attract the lots,  Some authentic, some dubious, I guess, that's where we realize, How abhorrent our companionships are........ - S.S

  Midst the galore of uncertainties, and countless unspeakable notions, She the drops and driblets, falling endlessly, upon your yearning soul, like a potion of pleasure and inspiration........ - S.S

  It's okay sometimes, to profess pessimism, momentarily though, in the face of pain, and the sorrows which delve deep within, and cannot be explained, E'en midst all this chaos, Dear one, I see in your words, passion and devotion, running as deep, as the deepest ocean..... - S.S

  ....and the air itself seems to suffocate, when the heart bears an indescribable unrest, and the soul seems to be bombarding, in a room full of shadows...... - S.S

  In 'those' verses, dwells a fire, that sets my soul ablaze, ferrying me across,  the forbidden rivers of longing, snatching me away, momentarily, from the melancholic haze......... - S.S

  It is in the splendor, of the vibrant verses, words, metaphors and similes, That e'en from miles apart, we caress, and embrace, each other's stricken hearts, What are these, if not stardust and magical things? - S.S

  And during a random stroll, midst the fragrant cherry blossoms, I found myself lost, in the terrain of your alluring whispers, But it was late when I came to my senses, I was already entangled, in some utopian verses........ - S.S

  One flight, and I'll thrive in it, all the huddled longings, A surge of the highest peak, and fall into the deepest abyss, When not a crave shall be left ungratified, not a kiss, left amiss, One moment, One flight............. - S.S

  In my fiercest dreams, where visions bear no gravity You capture my wounded soul, fondling with your blaze, until the frozen spring streams free, ferrying us, to the starry highs....... - S.S  

  I see you,  through the glorious winter's mist, weaving the moments, of yet to be lived impassioned trysts...... - S.S

  Loving you, was a journey, which began, with the vows of  eternal adoration, But made its way, to the moments, of cold isolation...... -S.S

  Severe and mystifying are the moments, when beloved becomes a stranger, while a stranger seems like our own, Until the circle of estrangement resumes, And I see countless fictitious definitions of love,  escaping, until lost, as paltry fumes....... - S.S

  Their distant togetherness, is like the tumultuous seas, Insane in the eyes of the world, Discerning and committed within their souls....... (c) S.S

  How about getting a bit drunk, with the bottle full of poetic melodies, Sitting upon that crooked tree trunk, caught in the haze of our untold stories, How about being eager and a bit bustling, as we sway to the music of the quiet night, our minds caught in passion's scuffling, who must take the first step to the fiery flight! How about losing all the meaningless oscillations, and be tangled in those fierce heated tides, Unfurling all the buried desperations, and becoming Us, instead of You and I, How about all of this,  for one random moment? (c) S.S

  ....and the way she keeps, tempting her fate, Seems she's falling in love, with its perennial blows, and its prejudiced ways......... (c) S.S

Ebb into my depths, Like river merges into the sea, like melding of the leaves, in autumn's mirth, when they fall longingly, upon the barren earth, In that frigid winter's mist, that embraces the woods. in an impassioned tryst, Be the warmth of the blazing sun, Leaving my cold frame, yearning for the passion's burn, Quenchless, and insatiable, until the last star fails to shine......... (c) S.S

Sometimes, It seems to define, the entirety, An all-encompassing aspect, At times, It seems nothing more than, a puffed up, exaggerated 'bearing' in life, L O V E is truly perplexing.... (c) S.S

  It has been a while, since the mirror reflected back, my own form, When I pose with that evanescent smile, 'Cause however scathing our memories might be, E'en through these over-stretched years, I see too much of you within me....... (c) S.S

  In your eyes dwell, God's promised land, where the bright skies reflect, the glimpse of seventh heaven, And as you open your arms wide, My love, I see the gates to the Great Beyond, calling me, for that magical stride........ (c) S.S

  And the sudden gust, that seized me away from him, could do nothing, but drag me in a huge circle, Only to shove me back, into his longing embrace..... (c) S.S

  All through the 365 days, I glanced into the immeasurable hollows, as if, pursuing the deep blue sea, to fall in love with me, While across the miles, upon the spring mountains, stood he, who still glances,  upon the hushed path, showering upon my wounded self, the purest and truest definition, of Love, that can be....... (c) S.S

  The wrinkled sheets, damp with passion's fiery strike, spoke of the two flames alight, ablaze, time after time, throughout, an unslept night....... (c) S.S

Her kisses are the fireballs, and caresses, a trail of volcano, A touch, and he melts, in her molten swells ...... (c) S.S 

  There's so much more, to her concealed depths, and her cloaked adoration, than what meets the eye....... (c) S.S

  We're all spiders, who have mastered the skill, of web-weaving, with the thread of lies and deceit, misjudgements and uncertainties, And then we play victims, to our own deeds, once entangled in those self-woven filigree..... (c) S.S

  Write to me in the intonations, perceivable by my eyes alone......... (c) S.S

And determinedly, I dived into its hollows, to ferry it back, from the darkness, But in my endeavors, to do so, I lost myself to the sea, and settled in those dreaded depths, with 'his' moody memories.... (c) S.S

Rains ferry hopes Hopes bear dreams Dreams need Faith........ (c) S.S

Love incites  passion Passion stirs bonding Bonding awakens expectations Expectations shatter Love........ (c) S.S

Hope you bear, the coldest glaciers within, 'Cause in her delves a furnace, not meant for the shaken souls, So if you fear, blazes and the flames, Then you must seek elsewhere terrains, For in her grounds abide, nothing but fire and veiled radiance...... (c) S.S

Some people make it, to our scrapbook of cherished memories, While some compose our baggage, of errors and harsh lessons........ (c) S.S

It is in those moments of a spiritual requiem, that everything sways adrift, midst the rising haze of sublime extremes...... (c) S.S

Somewhere, o'er the vehement rainbows, secluded in the rain-bearing clouds, I'll hold you firm, with the lover's vows...... (c) S.S

Hush now, She's afloat, in the reminiscences, of her colloquial plunge, in the heart of his waters.... (c) S.S

Nothing captivates me, as much, as the lull of the night, and the mystic hymns, of the lonely twilights.... (c) S.S

You hold your pride, in that abrupt desertion, I'll uphold mine, while keeping you alive, in my restless verses....... (c) S.S

As you ebb into the depths of me, Like a river merging into the sea, I am that barren earth, Upon which you fall, in Autumn's mirth, that winter's frigid mist, Enveloping you in a warm gist, Breathing, we're each other's being's reason, Darling You and I, are Love's all seasons.............                        ~S.S~

Whether or not I utter, whether or not you perceive, between us, there always shall be, an ocean called Silence....... (c) S.S

In a world defined by fallacy and hypocrisy, L O V E has been reduced, to a mere four letter word........ (c) S.S

No two aspects have ever been, so annoyingly entangled, misunderstood to the depths, misrelated, and left perplexed by humans, as love and life, and life and love....... (c) S.S

Some people are like walking shards, Or must I say, acid courses? They walk into your confines, like healing springs, and leave you,  like a bird bereaved of wings..... (c) S.S

I have treasured your letters,  Because when I read those,  I feel hopeful,  That you would be,  Who you were when you sought me,  However unreal and impervious,  that hope might be                            ~S.S ~

Those ideal morrows, when you wish to meld back, into the mystifying dreams, but the allure of the sudden rains, and fragrance of the damp sand, are too spellbinding, to let you escape, in those subconscious visions...... (c) S.S

Be not so self-absorbed,  as to be drowned, in the sea of narcissism, from there, steps go further down, Until you have won, the crown of misconceptions, Be not self-obsessed, as to be consumed, by the walls of false prepossessions, You enter the cave of mistaken judgements, Until your delusionary self, Falls prey to misinterpretations, (c) S.S

My love for you, Is as classic as it can be, Adorned with delphic passion, and scaled with immortal vows, It rises higher than the colossal skies, and dives deeper than the buried seas..... (c) S.S

You are a form, that is made up of jitters, and full of unreasonable fears, It is thus worthless, whether I win you over, or forget you and cry a river..... (c) S.S

Underneath your cynicism, which you call L O V E  and that outwardly deceptive image, called C O M P A S S I O N, I see a frame, a face 'neath a face, That lends me all the unseen reasons, to fear the air that surrounds me...... (c) S.S

He asked, "Have you ever feared the night?" And I said,  "These celestial existences,    have been my constant companion,    and have freed me,    of any mundane aspirations,    how can I ever fret,    as it befalls?" (c) S.S

I think we are all floating, or just hovering, suspended like broken feathers, or nameless vapors, Destiny, fate, luck, are mere epithets, to cover our respective worthlessness......... (c) S.S

........and every night, as the darkness begins its reign, The universe opens, its book of poetry, and disquieting is the epiphany, I am not alone in this lamenting, countless broken hearts, are unstoppably wailing....... (c) S.S

Her soul surrenders, to the nordic hymns, and swiftly meanders, in its entrancing winds, Towards those distant lands, where her heart resides, there, upon the spectral sands, her beloved's devotions abide...... (c) S.S

Tell me how the tempestuous winds, Utter my name to you? What turns the darkest nights, Into the brightest hues? When the stillness begins to strangle, Where do you take cover? When the rains fall endlessly, Do you too see the memories hover? I seek the unuttered answers,  As my inner-self slowly crumples,  Resuming the quietude within,  I take refuge, upon darkness' wings........  (c) S.S 

And in a flare of a moment, I was gliding upon his sky, Bemused  and evasive, Like a vibrant butterfly, I sought the trail of his soul's nectar, In the honeyed drizzle of which, I now repose drenched........ (c) S.S

I seek not a sphere, wherein dwells a myriad of merry moments, distanced from remorse and tears, Neither do I seek a realm, wherein bides, an abundance of euphoria, and semblances reflecting eternal gleam, My quest is for an orb, for that cluster of entangled stars, where, everything is music for the soul....... (c) S.S

In our quest for the unattainable, we often come across, people and moments, which make it, to our most dedicated rhymes..... (c) S.S

With her eyes, she measured the depth of the sea, And the disclosure was extraordinary, The expanse of its pompous waters, was as entangled and baffled, as her own spirit....... (c) S.S

The truth of the expressions,  and gravity of the confessions, repose cloaked in the shroud,  of the soul's silent tribulations......                     ~S.S~

Dear over-enthusiastic princes, Women sometimes might seem, like damsels in distress, But hold your horses! Not all need a savior knight, Some of us are born Warrior Queens...... (c) S.S

My Dearest Sea, When I halted, my haphazard pace, escaping, from the worthless crowded race, I felt a ripple of satisfaction, but covered with a shroud of desolation, The eloquent discourses with you, are like a rain of generosity, It breaks me away from pain, upon a scaffold of amiable benignity, I do miss your creative aura, wherein verses bear realism, like substantiality's diaspora, upon the crystal wings of verism, Your expressions are unfeigned, Let them always fall, like an eternally pure rain, which leaves all the reading eyes enthralled.... (c) S.S

Take my hand As we dance Along streams Of forgetfulness Let long held hurts Melt away and Be buried In the soft dirt Where our feet They do play Making imprints That,  although They will not stay Remain in our minds From day to day A dance of hope, shall we call it? where we tip toe, upon the utopian streams, with hearts that are shrine, to some shattered dreams, a sway above the clouds, is that what you mean? when all that subsists, is a subtle swing, as we surrender, to the spell of the winds The winds, ah The winds,  they call Us to dance Even farther than We have ever before And as we heed Their clarion voice Our feet are Lifted on that choice We're headed now To dance upon The clouds that Exist high above Pleasantly delusional, distanced, from the earthly decrees, two forms lost, in a world of reverie, what finer path, can ever be, than a waltz of words, in the verses' sea, swaying time and again, as you hold my hand f

From this wearing continuation, Her form surrenders to vapidity, Nimbly raising her hands, Seeking to be held by fervor's profundity; Piercing are the fate's stings, Severing each remaining breath, Her eyes are the rivers unseen, Drowning the blossom to a quiet death; Incessantly gazing at the wide blue sea, Endlessly trampling and tumbling, Saving the final gasp, To embrace her cherished, before withering.........                    ~S.S~

The pappus on the beak, bidding goodbye, to the dandelion wildflower, as they fly away, one after the other, are the memories, of all the deceitful moments, and people, the flower wishes to be rid of..... (c) S.S

She's not just a woman, She's a spirit, that runs in the wilderness, with fiercest wolves, until she chases down, the escaping dreams, Once captured, she binds those around her waist, ne'er to let them  flee again........ (c) S.S

......and every dawn,  as I wake up, my feet bear marks of the field dust, while the frame carries fragrance of the wildflowers, and all I can recall, is my subconscious midnight stroll..... (c) S.S

There are a thousand unsaid connotations, which linger in my silence, words which have formed, strongest bridges across these distances, and destined to dwell, in a neverending stealth...... (c)  S.S

To wash away the splashes, of a passive expanse, I began fathoming, solitude's positive bearings, It turns out, that seclusion is more promising, than all the deceptive affinity, 'cause silence is consistent, but people change........ (c) S.S

Poetry is no more, a blaze of modest expressions, but has been reduced, to a parade of vanity, in a grandstand play, My trust in words stands broken, I wish your faith stays...... (c) S.S

Lately, there's been an immortal sterility, as I feel my absence from within myself, Didn't take much efforts to revive though, I learnt that it's possible without an amicable comfort, Yet, a nostalgia continues, not that it is bothersome, but very much there, along with the onerous ordeal, to erase what remains, Ah the stains! Refusing to efface, stubborn, intolerably stiff-necked, I used to be composed, unruffled and self assured, But e'en the firmest frames have given in, to the force of the stormy gales, and I am a mere twig, and my words, w o r d s, are thrown in fire, just like the tiny wood pieces, until reduced to smoke, Yet, I am revived,  considering that everything is simply phony, bogus to the heights and the depths, Didn't take much efforts,  so Yes, I am revived........ (c) S.S

In my quest for the unattainable, I oft come across people, and moments, which make it, to some most dedicated rhymes.... (c) S.S

You are that immortal faith, which dwells in my mortal frame, Know that the gravestone, upon my afterlife's abode, shall be this very faith, enduring and eternal, till forevermore..... (c) S.S

I am walking upon the minefields, trying to trespass, an impossible terrain, Yet, continuing to tread, unstoppably, because the sight of the tranquil soil, faraway, and ever bearing clouds of rain, fill me with an inexplicable courage, keeping me afloat, e'en in these chains, But I detest, when I step on the mines, and they burst, sending the tremors, even where the peace rests....... (c) S.S

So much for continuance, so much for worldly pretensions, so much for endurance, and for snobbish affections, Yet, All turn into ashes, by the blaze, of a starry-eyed hope, however absurd it might seem...... (c) S.S

What name must I lend, to this reckless thirst, of submerging into the profundity, the depths of which, the earthly souls fear....... (c) S.S

A profound pondering, over the expanse, of all the persistent misery, disentangled, a long twisted perplexity, in a matter of middling moments, And a voice from nowhere echoed, "End that grumbling, cease to deplore, Oh wailing human, Seek not comfort, in those barren skies, Look intently, E'en the fallen angels cry........" (c) S.S

When your faith lays broken, and beliefs are shaken, everything, seem nothing more than barren, the blossoms, the birds, the winds, e'en the 'once' beloved of yours, All make it to the crowd of pointless, It is that absurd moment, when death seems like a blessing, and to persist, becomes the toughest torment, I've made it to these roads, Yet, Before I take that one last step, beyond the edge of these heights, I'll look back one last time, May be, there do exist after all, a pair of dedicated eyes....... (c) S.S

......and if at all there is, trader of life and desires, I would gladly give away my years, to live few hushed dreams...... (c) S.S \

The grandeur of the words, forms that inaccessible chest, wherein, a poet's true self rests, May be it is wise to thank, the persistent frivolities in the world, 'cause our deepest expressions, are born from fallacy and hurt....... (c) S.S

........and I thrive, to the thoughts, of the storms, which would sweep me away, to the mysterious terrains, before I join the troop, of the redundants and forgotten..... (c) S.S  

Between this monotonous persistence, and ceaseless chaos, which dwell within these silent, yet screaming walls, I quietly sit, seeking solace in  the bucket list, of all the harbors and lands, which I call, my escape havens....... (c) S.S

Everyone desires to peruse, the expressions, wherein the love is glorified, But what none realize, is that love is that demon, that first lures, and then feeds lavishly, upon the broken, until it finds, another pair of lovesick eyes..... (c) S.S

Take shelter 'neath the clouds, as you swing in those cloying visions, Secluded from the earthly clouds, Tranquil, 'tween the elisions, E'en from the farthest distance, a flicker escapes your delusions, and reaches here, enveloping my persistence, an impression of your precious imaginations....... (c) S.S

I wonder till when, the dam within, can hold these rising swells, The currents are fierce, and tame my restrained form, while I breathe, Pretending to be strong, Silently curled, in an invisible corner, I wait, and contemplate, If it is the dam that would scatter, Or I, who would fall and shatter........ (c) S.S

What if, I had the capacity, to absorb your heart's calamity, I would submerge into those oceans, which your tears creat mercilessly, and consume and devour, its proud waters, until it is dry, and exhausted, pleading for your beaming smiles....... (c) S.S

It's agonizing, This dissolving, slowly, into the soil 'neath my feet, and the earth mercilessly, opens its hungry hands, to pull my each fluttering part, I feel the torturous blaze, of the heat that rests underneath, this dust layden ground, as half of me lay buried, while the other half, shrieks for help, But the world is too loud, too engrossed, to be able to hear me bewail, or may be, my own willingness to be,  stands frail, I'll vanish, soon,  like a dried up drop of rain, or a blown away candle flame....... (c) S.S

I can feel, the entombed                         wilderness within, And I mock it,                        with an agnostic grin, While I long to take a leap,                        and grab that shooting star, I begin to fight,                        my persistent obstinacy, and start to doubt,                        my own efficiency.............. (c) S.S

The weather is suddenly sad, the sky seems to be sighing, with a sheath of longing, this heart remains clad, The rains have abruptly halted, the clouds seem to be grieving, 'neath the arch of yearning, this soul stays vaulted, And the foisted bearing continues, achingly, constantly, unendingly....... (c) S.S

For the world, she's a still river, But in their colloquial sway, She's a bottle of champagne, shaken and opened, and she surges, like a shackled sea, escaping hastily, and never meant to cease..... (c) S.S

What it is to be beyond the creation? It is that space, where peculiar adventures surface, The candle meets its flame, and souls get blissfully tamed, These persistences are the mountains, firm, yet drenched in fervor's rains, No storms bear the strength, to tear apart their ways, No shards can pierce enough, to shatter their heated ways, They are one with the unseen spirits, farther from the human limits, They burn when the night befalls, and breathe, until the twilight calls, The candle and its flame, are no slave to the earthly definitions,                                    or any worldly names....... (c) S.S

........and my form, is nothing  but a ballet on fire, searing and broiling, Alight,  to set  the elsewhere rains ablaze....... (c) S.S

It's a dark night, and a storm rages outside, E'en the sea has turned ferocious, waves crashing,  monstrously merciless, Yet, all this clamor fails, to match the hurricane, that whirls within me...... (c) S.S

.....and desperately  falling raindrops, danced upon the mirror, conspiring to shield that semblance, that ferries heaps of cheers, Leaving it yet again, a mystery........... (c) S.S

How soulfully blessed, is the moment, when you let the deserving, take a peep, into your book called 'My Depths', to those ears and eyes, which wear no worldly pride, no prudence or arrogance, but just ears and eyes, considerately collecting, all that, in your suffering abides, Such persistence seldom exists, It is simply rare, Yet, I found one, Like a gem, deep down, in the mines of forlorn..... (c) S.S

Sometimes, You find those peculiar eyes, which dig like a shovel, piercing their way, through each molecule, until they've sought, your essence, And then drill and dredge, until penetrable enough, to unearth your chiseled self, that has stayed buried, 'neath the damp sands of forlorn, Yet, you practice every moment, for that moment, when you'll be again left alone, I wonder if there's a name for that fear! (c) S.S

Wear, a mask of smiles, Upon, the eyes that well up, Ignore, the undefined fears, Halt, these unstoppable tears, Affections, are meant to be temporal, Tear apart, the face you see, The truth, would be ripping and scary........ (c) S.S

Every morning, moments before dawn, my beloved wakes me, with smooth whispers, and touch, of the spiritual aileron, it dances over my ears, until I am fully awake, with my soul as an instrument, strings of which, waiting to be strummed, And as the conscious mind dies, falling in the universes within, I see my beloved, Grand and mirroring a gleam, in the stars, desiring and calling, as I tread forth, to merge, into a subconscious sphere....... (c) S.S

The Spring's felicity, came and passed, The summers too were swiftly lost, Now the autumn, fitfully knocks, Only to be wayward in a haste, But what never tires and leave, is a constant inexplicable grief, Continually mocking and poking, Leaving the heart, spiritlessly stiff, with undesirable haunting, And so I mark each day, in my calendar, with a Zero, It politely reminds me, of all the past blunders..... (c) S.S

......and indebted I shall be, until the very last breath, to the mystical elsewhere clouds, that rained solace, upon my arid seas........... (c) S.S

What shall I name the rays, which fell upon my fading breaths, Just when the dreadful darkness, was eyeing by being's last morsel ? (c) S.S

Here,  from where I stand, The sky looks closer, and ground grins back, in a wicked holler, While the empyrean calls, with a lover's song, The soil screams and declares, "With me alone, your form belong" A smoke rises, from the devilish black, and I fall in my grave,  with a slaying thwack, But stunned were the land, the dust and the grime, when the muddy casket, Flashed and shined, My soul had left, the crumbling form, and exclaimed aloud, of impending storm, "Take my frame, let it rust and fade, but my soul is enduring,  and sharp like a spade, Keep what now lays, decaying and rotting, As I traverse, to the one, Who deserves to own me!" 

That feeling, when the freezing drops, envelope this anxious frame, And an elated numbness engulfs, as the pain turns, into bliss, and the soul is delightfully inflamed, T h a t F e e l i n g.......... (c) S.S

These rocks.  the graves and cradle  of whose, are same, I wonder what they speak of, about this world, beings spiralling meaninglessly, false and lame, Are they joyous, on being immortals? Or do they too seek death, to escape the inescapable? Whispers of the bygone, and the spirits still caught, in the circle, they say their wailing is heard, their piercing mourning, as the voiceless night prevails, Sitting there,  these cobblestones, static and unemotional, enduring and timeless, are they blessed, or are they cursed? (c) S.S

Allow me, a moment, to shed, the torment, I'll wear, the rains, and commence, the descent, upon the soil, of the wildflowers, and fireflies, of elemental, endowment, where the snowflakes, fall, as love's, Eternal bestowment......... (c) S.S

There's a beast, deep within, hidden 'neath the sheath, of this fumbled being, With a leash of skepticism, and skilled to remain hushed, it fears the air of freedom, But everytime the blood freezes, the bars of the bodily prison stiffen, and the beast awakens, Why? Just when the poles are unbreakable, and the dungeons unescapable, It roars and it wails to elude, And the howl fades, as abruptly as it splurged, and melds into nothingness, of an irreversible worthlessness........ (c) S.S

I wish I could melt, into that pristine white, as my frozen veins fight, to bring this unrest to a halt, A surging desire, beyond my control, to dissolve and fuse, drop by drop, into the crisp snow, upon the mountain top, as the blizzards, would brush past in romantic stroll, If thoughts alone can make the soul quiver, I wonder, how mountains would make it shiver....  (c) S.S

Meet me, not upon the earthly soil, or in those welcoming skies, neither midst those tall forests, nor in the illusions or fantasies, But somewhere,  in the middle, where all the existent realms,  come together, for a succinct trice........ (c) S.S

In your eyes, I see a thousand unspoken dreams, 'neath the rust of unheard screams, But as I delve into your soul's depths, I see a steadfast conqueror, who has risen high, from the stains of wrath...... (c) S.S