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

Blessed are the souls, Who leave this material existence, And submerge into the One Truth, To lead a spiritual continuance, It isn't death, It is but the Almighty's acceptance, Into His realm of ambrosial permanence......                     ~S.S~

Even though it's been longer than ever, That she heard his divine voice, But her soul is celestially kissed, By his ever enchanting expressions, Every moment when she welcomes the Moon, While he is dreaming a magical dream , To the world, they are nothing, But to her very self, They are the two souls, With promises of forevermore, Who never met, But were parted, Beneath the shadows of the material furor, While he found solace in pink rose petals, She discovered it in her silence......... (c) S.S

I wonder if the shamefulness lies in being a part of a society, where women are mere 'sex' objects, or the incapacity of eradicating and exiling the culprits. And to add to the entire atrocity, a little girl is seen with lascivious eyes!  No, those who have suffered haven't died. Close your eyes, and this is what you shall hear, echo of the soul of every girl child, abused, raped, assaulted and finally............killed........😢 This world is a beauteous place Mom, But I was just a little girl, I hadn't even seen the life unfurl, They say childhood is the chirpiest phase, But I am stuck Mom, I am held forever in this maze, I still remember your voice overflowing with affection, While I lay curled in your womb, safe from detestation, Why! Why did they do it Mom? What wrong did I do Mom? I was just a little girl, Yet to see the life unfurl, They tore me apart Mom, It ached, I cried, I cried endlessly Mom, And I am left dangling now, I am not...

And when I shall be no more, 'T wouldn't mean, the end of our lore, For it shall be through the winds, That shall reach the mountains Through the seas, That shall kiss your horizons, And through those unforeseen rains, That We will meet again........                ~S.S~

I love thee, for you lend, wings to my soul, A spirited leap, over the mountains of apathy, Dashing with a verve, hastening from a passive crawl, Your ingress implying, Destiny's scarce sympathy, I love thee, for you grant, breaths to my form, A wishful gasp, from a prolonged asphyxiation, Risen and healing, from the graveyard of forlorn, Resurrected is, my prolonged entombed adoration, I love thee, for there is not one like you, A rhythm with a cadence of chastity, Wherein your charm and gentility brew, Love's luminescence surging from brevity to longevity, I love thee, for a million reasons unsaid, left to the heart's imagination, Perceive if you can, my acquiescent form, seeking your devotion..............                                           ~S.S~

Conveyance of affection, is rather delicate, A denial sequels dejection and the heart suffocates, An acceptance is saccharine as the devotion propagates, So is the dreary decree of adoration, Sometimes a dawning of intense veneration, At times, leading to dismal desire of cessation, An imagination wherein she sees herself as his, Is soon prevailed by his ambiguous comprehension's abyss, authenticating my cognizance, his affections were always amiss........                                 ~S.S~

An abounding splash of your sparkling confessions, Adorn the universe, with what be your words, Are a magnanimous splurge, Of trinkets, brilliant gemstones,baguettes and gullions, I see from the vast Eastern landscapes, How radiantly embellished, is the path, The aisle to my abode, trimmed and resplendent, In all the dazzles of the One promise, One swear, My beloved, I hereby commence, my stride to thee, But Oh, how did that go amiss? Least did I fathom the short lived bliss, I left my land, To kiss the distant sands, But few glorious fragrant mists, And faith in love, merely seemed a heist, Quiet I shall be, 'T is how now you shall see me, No one's, but my own, Until with the winter's winds, I am frozen and gone.... (c) S.S