The Flame

The Flame

In deep slumber I was,

Lying at ease,

Carried by the humdrum

of everyday.

But life was such

an enigmatic beauty.

At first, it was a spark,

Followed by bursts of fire,

‘Til it became a flame—

A flame I could not extinguish.

On and on it burned.

Burned my peace,

And ignited a longing.

The rope of monotony snapped.

Okay,  I said finally.

Write I must,

But with a prayer I pleaded,

“Just please guide me God,

or else, the flame

would just die to naught.”

Flames

 

Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge

One day I walk outside,

To breath the fresh air,

Be with my family,

And be with this unquenchable ME.

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I walked on a beautiful path,

That led to a beautiful view,

My feet felt comfortable,

And my eyes were festive.

Cee's which way photo challenge

Then I walked on a rugged path,

That bent to an unknown end,

My steps were careful,

My eyes were watchful.

Should I bring a club,

Lest I should be in danger?

Should I be wary?

Should  I be keen?

Should I prepare only to trod,

On a beautiful path?

On this day,

I found the answer.

I need to trod both paths,

For the path matters not.

It’s the end of the journey,

That concludes,

What becomes of me,

At the end of every path and by-way!

Bludgeon

A Poem for Pocahontas

(This poem was previously posted on May 17, 2016 as a response to WP Daily Prompt:buddy. I did a minor edit and posted it again for Weekly Discover Challenge: animal.)

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‘Goodbye buddy’.

I have never really uttered those words,

Before your dead body.

My tears I tried to hide.

But deep within I cried.

Yet, time led me to remember you.

So, this opportunity I take,

To utter the words, never before said.

And express how much you were appreciated.

You were such a good mother;

Breastfeeding puppies that do not come from her;

Getting lice out of every dog’s hair;

Giving each one all your cares.

I have never seen another dog,

As gentle and loving as you.

I mourn your loss;

Waiting, hoping  a dog like you,

Would come in the days to come.

Mulan had her puppies too.

Yet, none ever show,

To become one as motherly as –

My ever loving Pocahontas.