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.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Mirror

 

Morning…..

 

Daytime…..

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Evening…..

 

 

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No matter what time of day;

No matter what place are we,

Reflections are there

Waiting for us to give our cares.

 

But the greatest reflection there is,

Is that which we hold within.

For what we have inside,

Always shows outside.

 

(WPC: mirror)