The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by 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