The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by 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

Betwixt the flame and me,  delves an unending gorge, wherein flows an infinite sea, with waters of cryptic splurge, A dam across its abysmal depths, shall commence the sought traverse, but no gravel carry the requisite deft, Stepping forth would be, falling in the sea of curse, After much contemplation and regard, I built a bridge of verses and songs, with the sturdy stones of fealty and words, If not my frame, my soul shall be where it belongs............. (c) S.S

You are  That unique universe, who bears a thousand trinkets, mirroring your tough traverse, That rare treasure, which carries countless jewels, reflecting your stolen pleasures, That resilient shield, which conceals the beauty within, born from enduring the burns from fiery fields, Know that You are splendidly impeccable...... (c) S.S

A will to walk, in the dispersion, through a thousand spirits, where a rare chill envelops, the bounds beyond the fleshly limits, There ,only the whispers prevail, and sounds are extinct, all stride upon an unvaried trail, all spirits same, and none distinct, There's a continual peace, devoid of agitations, and the tranquil ne'er ceases, 'neath the bliss of dispassion, But for the euphoric tread, a condition must be fulfilled, A binding stroll midst the dead, when from the body, soul would spill...... (c) S.S

The mankind tumbled, down the earthly hills, Ignoring the conviction, grumbles, of the self inflicted quill, Smooth are the ways, of these irrational brains, which immodestly convey and preach, Accused and the victim, being the same, disgraced ways, disguised in an honorable speech, This brazen mankind,  ever plummeting, forever slumping, will be buried 'neath distorted delights....... (c) S.S

I am a poetess, expressing,  delving, regretting, longing, conveying, voicing, Trying to calm my soul, with words, just like any other scribbler, Read and perceive, But please, Request not, for a chase, do not fall on your knees, Do not devalue your artistry, by saying, "follow me please"......... (c) S.S

Come autumn, lead the jovial breeze, upon my being, writhing in time's crease, Slither swiftly, o'er the hasty bends, this frivolity of fate, I can't withstand, What spoke those hermetic, pages o the past, He be doomed, who treads in a delirious haste, Stepped upon the boats, o the promising wonders, and the future mocked, on that appalling blunder, The shallow currents, weren't so after all, I concurred the depth, after the ghastly fall, Silly dame, eyes the impending seasons, hopelessly hoping, for continuance's reasons, Oh but these, be bits and fragments, the beauty of existence, shall remain absent, Wonder what the lovers mean, when they vow, Do the seasons bless, and the affections regrow? (c) S.S

I remember,  how proudly you exclaimed, "I have you, I don't need your letters,    So I tore 'em and threw 'em into the sea," But what do I do? I still have 'em all with me, covered now, with the rust of my corroded heart.....  (c) S.S

Everything, that the moonlight touches, Everything, that the Sun kisses, is cinders and ashes, in front of your existence..... (c) S.S

A resilient man, and an indomitable woman  are sculpted, from the clay of furious storms, and toughened, by the fire of toughest moments.....  (c) S.S

Through the moments unlived, and crowds unseen, across the oceans unsailed, and lands I've ne'er been, Through the smoke that raises, from the forest beacons, and the fragrant haze, of the frosty season, Through the many bedeviled eclipses, and thousand full moon nights, In the songs of the spirits, on mountain tips, and amidst the shooting stars' blinding light, I see you spiritually, I know you, mystically....... (c) S.S

If at all, there bides a universe, which grants the mangled, a partial traverse, I would heartily tread forth, trampling over the embers, of restraint and remorse, For I have heard, the skies there, bear an alleviation in its calming air, and the storms are known to ferry the grace, and hold the broken, in an easing embrace, My quest now, is that elsewhere cosmos....... (c) S.S

Tonight, I will let the moon and the stars rest, which, through the murky haze of dark clouds, have been my quietude's treasure chest, Tonight, I will let my spirit rise,  to follow the trail of the farthest light, and wear it as a temporal disguise, Tonight, as the sky sweetly sleeps, I will guard its gates above, and look down, to count the beings, who silently weep, Tonight, before I descent through the stellar wreathe, as the twilight marks its approach, I would know, what deep tenebrosity dwells beneath..... (c) S.S

If you're seeking a perfect show, This is what you must know, Fathom what our dear Shakespeare said, "This world is your stage, wherein you play a role," This frame is a mere costume, That sheathes your soul, From the arrows of deceit, And all the glistening worldly concrete, Abandon all that poisoned your peace within, All that left you dead yet living, Search shall begin for the One Soul, It's time for the eternal stroll, The walk in the Garden of the Eden you mustn't seek, 'Cause that's the dream of all the foolish and geeks, That light which dwells inside of you, It is this what shall paint your being all new, All the wait shall end hence, Draining the wishes of the love and pence, When the seed of spirituality you would sow, It is then you would know, You are the protagonist, as well as the supporting cast, All the lust and wishes would be lost, As you would free your soul, into the sacred gust.... (c) S.S

In a world, where humanity remains lost, where affections are prejudiced, and always come at self-pride's cost, It is foolish to fall for a human, and wiser to love a ghost..... (c) S.S

Tonight when you sleep, sleep 'neath the roof of stars, and when you gaze at all the bright, know that, your spirit emanates, an auroral light, Therefore, Dear one, let that blaze, burn that hysterical haze, that dares to stroll, upon your radiant soul..... (c) S.S

I wonder, if it is the eerie silence within, or my camouflaged being's distrust, upon all that is existing, that an enigmatic self, that delves in me, seems more appeasing..... (c) S.S

In those minute voids, which rest in the cracks of reminiscences, where dwell the deafening voices we strive to avoid, there, in the filth of abhorred awarenesses, are born the most inspiring visions, and most appealing conceptions.... (c) S.S

She's the wind, that can ferry euphoric storms, e'en in her moments of forlorn, While he's the wistful fading meteor,  who lets the melancholy, drown him beyond the conceivable depths...... (c) S.S 

Come by, in an astral flight, My land dwells, midst the mountains of verses, enveloped 'neath the snow of aspirations, where every tall tree, has vibrant dancing leaves, some in the tinge of sorrows, and some in elation's hues, Come by, take a leap into that odic bright, where winds bear the notes of desires, and rains ferry the drops of fire, here, until each twilight, spirits read the hymns of love, in these utopian lands, thirst and yearning, shall be our songs tonight....... (c) S.S

Dear figmental flame, I wonder to what heights you soar, when you burn, in passion's frenzied wildfire...... (c) S.S

It was an engaging sight, when the moonlight descended, upon the wildflowers, like a cascade of luminous drops, in a reverent shower, kissing the blossoms, with a longing delight, and then, a flare surged, to the elusive heights, as the elements entangled, in a whimsical night..... (c) S.S

My dreams, are just few stubborn streams, which cascade perpetually, in my eyes, Every night, as I struggle to sleep, The visions fall ceaselessly, from the starry skies....... (c) S.S

Emptiness is an undying echo of silence..... (c) S.S

It all dwells in our perceptions, some see beauty in the Sun and the Moon and the Stars, and find solace in the rains and the mist and the dreams of afar, While some continue to curse and loath, May be they haven't yet sought, that reverence has the ability to shatter persistent blasphemy.... (c) S.S

Ripping words of outrage, Swiping away the roots, Questions that seldom owned courage, Exerts to halt the pursuit, No wonder the mortal frames, dangle upon mendacity's strings, No respite from choking complaints, what peace can disarray bring? To breathe midst ridiculous heads, and pretend to merely exist, Is to mirror the breeding living deads, and to be hollow, yet somehow persist, The veins now run bloodless, Past, present, all lay erased, caught in prejudices and attitudes, In an infinite muddle, selfhood is set ablaze...... (c) S.S

Love, These are just the drizzles, Surrender yourself absolutely, and you shall see, a storm of poetry......... (c) S.S

Read, Not with your eyes, but with your stricken soul, From the blazing path, will begin your stirring stroll, From the loftiest peak, shall flow a river deep down, Fervor would sprout, from your prolonged frown, I give myself, to your enchanting essence, Until you are soaked, in love's vivid fragrance, Your heart shall be mine, forevermore, In my smiles alone, you shall see our lost lore...... (c) S.S

A little bit of moonlight, brewed, with the look of your aspiring eyes, the chill of the drizzly night, melding, with hankering highs, Some twirls and some twists, our coiled forms,  in a flaming bliss, when the time shall know, no limits, as we drown, in the abyss, of wildest moments and starved kisses....... (c) S.S