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

It's a medley of senses,  Across the substantial fences,  Wherein dwells our glorious abode,  Therein we sway in heart's blissful mode,  But Oh lover, hold me delicately,  My frame is the glued broken pieces of glass,  I resemble a blossom, but am a dry grass,  With you alone, I recognise me,  Without you, my existence wouldn't be......  (c) S.S 

And when I sought you, After innumerable stumbles, As I see you repose upon lofty peaks, While I am drowning in the depths of the sea, I can see the destiny laugh, Mocking at the life's discrepancy........ Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

And even in my hushed self, I bear a volcano of expressions, Words unsaid, Emotions yet to be conveyed, Counting the moments and hours and days, Only to erupt, When my form shall be enveloped, In your promising embrace....... Poem & Drawing (c) S.S

Built up piece by piece, Agonisingly slow, One brick at a time, Our wall ascends, we grow, Walls however are often weak in places, As loose and vulnerable as sand, Seeping away until we feel stable, Moments away from breaking asunder, But there are other parts of our wall, Parts which do not shed or wilt, Do not crack or lean with the tempestuous winds, Those parts are as hard as iron, Our resolve holds upon this strength! It grows leaves by leaves, With Nature's forbearing and tranquil flow, One leaf at a time, And so the memories are spawn, As the life moves forth and branches evolve, Few folioles might be dangling loose at times, Like swinging and swaying fate's chimes, Ready to be blown away by the storms, But the unrivaled strength of the sturdy tree called us, Stands determined in the uproars of life, Resolute like a rock, Our will is governed by this tenacity! (c) S.S, (c) John Martin

'T was an effulgent moment, When the winds came to a random halt, That splendidly exalted instant, A pristine drop merged in the ocean of my heart. My voice isn't slave, to the ersatz decrees, I speak of you, with the utmost fondness, A blessing bestowed by the mountains upon the sea, I drift towards that unrivaled gentleness. My eyes be the chest of an endless adoration, Governed by your celestial glimpse, Sheathed with the cape of an earnest affection, Like barren lands caressed by divine springs...... (c) S.S

I heard the twilight moon hum, Rattling my sorrowful mum, Winds flirtatiously caressing my hair, Adorned in the whispers of the East, As he exclaims me his maiden fair, But these threads of silence, Are the gorges unseen, Where lay the countless fragments, Of my shattered dreams.... Poem & Image (c) S.S

Dear beloved, "You encourage me to speak, My expressions raw and true, without any additions or omissions, I give my heart to you.... " (c) S.S