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

Bearing the edged shards of time, Enduring every piercing reminiscence, I count the heart beats of mine, Quietly awaiting the end's fragrance, Oh sweet thought of cessation, You taste immensely saccharine, Into the eclipsed blank spaces, Bidding adieu to my form, this soul so pristine, It's getting hazy.........                    ~S.S~

Encompassed by your soul's glare, Rests my mortal form's grave, Midst the dancing specter's fair, Your blaze awakened me with a flaming crave, The swaying silhouette's of demons, Camouflaged in the chimeric cloud, Incessant hum of the twilight's phantoms, Staring me veiled, beneath love's fiery shroud........  (c) S.S  

And into the tumultuous sea, Smashes a wave of quietude, The besotted soul, unstirring, A blossom creased, 'Neath the steps of multitude; The swells rise and imbibe the flower, Strenuously ferrying, to the dungeons afar, Loud is the shriek, of the beseeching soul, A sort of pleading, with a bereft howl; Shattered upon a rock, Barbarously being mocked, Deserted and forsaken, Awaiting the Karma's blow, Will it be cast away or taken? (c) 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