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

What is an apology? An act expected by many, Performed by some, Enters beloved ego's tyranny, And the poor apology, Is understood by none; An Apology, Is a feeling felt,  If expressed from heart's deepest depth, Makes the toughest minds melt, If the expressions reflect, That they're truly meant, An apology is more than what words can express.... (c) S.S

Walking on the sidewalk, After running on the tracks, Breathing slow for a while, Blaming the fate, Since the dreams got hacked, But it's okay, It's fine, Happens........ And then a huge cloud absorbs me, Each one of us have suffered or are being subjected to one or the other kind of hardships. These tough times are very intriguing. They bring us to tears, followed by rage and mostly ending with blames and curses on one another. But isn't blaming the easiest thing to do? It might seem quite unacceptable a thought at first, but eventually, a willing contemplation would definitely take us to the core of it all, where we shall see the words 'Forgive and Forget' accompanying the rivals 'Blame and Curse'. It is not a mere statement or a piece of preaching but a purely self realized trait. I have been amongst those who chide and complaint when crestfallen whether due to my own wrong decisions or an imposed arrangement. But gradually a moment comes whe...

A solitary mumble, Helped me solve Nature's tiniest puzzle, Even the world of sorrows and pain, And a life that seems lost in vain, Looks sparkling and vibrant, Accompanied with glistening reflections, When seen through the bubbles...... Poem & Image (c) S.S

Once there was, A futile land named 'I', And a cloud named 'He', Hovering over the mountains, And adorning endless skies, Surpassing the most beauteous terrains, It lovingly chose me, Raining upon my barren self, His every drop defined divinity, It filled me like vast sea, And I became even the earth's envy, How celestial were the moments, He caressed my being with nectar, And on his shadow, I was dependent, And I rested in his blessed specter, And then he was gone, Perhaps drawn to the blossoming lands, Leaving me cracked and torn, Like a pile of useless sand, On this Thanksgiving, dear cloud, I thank thee, For everything you could shower upon me....... Poem & Image (c) S.S

You know, It's not easy you see, I am not what I am trying to be, Midst all the fog and fright, I am tired pretending to be the light, Ask me, It's exhausting you see, To relive the memories, And seek the lost pearls, Among the emotional whirls, Here again, I am holding on to the edges, Tears are breathing the grudges, Know for once what is untold, Pain is what my eyes hold........ Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

A swaying figure,  Camouflaged into the dark night, Emerges when there's no light, Eyes like rivers of blood, Caressed by eternal lies, She sees the impending flood, She's asleep, but she's awake, And sees her own sleeping frame, Encircled by voracious snakes, Fighting to open her eyes, She helplessly sees herself Turn into ice, Caressed against her will There's nothing she can do, Nothing, but stay still, Greedily stares the beast, A form caught in his spell, His prey, his feast.... (c) S.S

Emotions, Are so naive, Manifesting the strength within, And then shattering everything, But it's okay, Isn't it? It's a sweet battle, The life, And I am not sorry for it, It's the final call, And it's okay, Isn't it? The stride, Upon the eventual path, Is unexpectedly long, I am exhausted, But it's fine, Isn't it? Happiness, Now that's a puzzle, I have its pieces, all jumbled, Trials were beauteous, Mistakes were ugly, But happens, And it's alright, Isn't it? The dainty reflection in the mirror, You do agree with me, Don't you? (c) S.S