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

 And suddenly, Just like that, The Beyond seems genuine, and the world, inane...... S.S

While we adorn our frames with illusory virtues, Our souls still reek of guilt and sin.......... S.S

Ferry me to those waters, where springs sing the eternal songs, and the worldly walls shatter, leading us to where we belong; Glutted stands our self-pride,  bearing of this demented world, It's time to veer to the saner side, and escape from this unsettled herd; That persistence across the feeble bounds, harbors a blessed deluge of awakening, Behind the third eye, above the earthly grounds, delves all that is above this trifling living......... S.S

The hovering shadows, Defining the strings of lies, dangling in erstwhile gallows, as with every blink, I see the demons rise, behind that pair of timid eyes, The present shudders, midst the spirits that are slies, Her stricken soul unstoppably stutters, as with every blink, I see the demons rise, behind that pair of timid eyes, A masquerade of concocted joys, Envelops her ever sulking skies, Curled in the edges and dropping lows, with every blink, I see the demons rise, behind that pair of timid eyes..... S.S

Write to me in the pristine drops, That mark the monsoon's first rain, Drowning my being and lending a hope, of veiling from the bearers of prejudice and disdain.... S.S

The whipped up joy in your sullen eyes, utters all that you hide 'neath your dismal skies, And I wait like a rainstorm above your earth, Until the much sought monsoon of reprise arrives........ S.S

In my heart, there's a rainstorm of random reflections, Seizing the rare lull and calm, Leaving me stranded,  with this weary soul, And in my head,  There are some crashing waves Ferrying me to your shores, saving me from the fall, And I am left wondering, which one's the truth and which one's oblivion....... S.S