To beloved Dried hearts and leaves 

Farewell

As I stand here, rooted

for the last seventy years,it’s difficult to let them go,

I try my best to hold on,but when they are ready,to fall,

they do,and all I can be,

is be a silent spectator,to the nature’s farewell.

I do gush,

When a beautiful human,Picks them up, 

And makes them,a part of their book.

What a special bookmark, indeed!

He,Who consumes us,Also does loves us.

But then,who said, 

Human’s love,for me and for them is unconditional,

It is just,not in their nature.

R.J 

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Am I the one?

“It’s tough to love a man who is so,elusive.

A man covered in calm, serene but hiding a storm within. Speaking words so effervescent, evaporating without touching.

And my heart, is my heart, it knows, of his love, but am I the one I wonder as I tread this path along.

I put all my stakes in the guessing game,while I keep wondering and thinking, am I there yet, am I the one, he wants to confide, not lie or hide, am I the one, he will sing songs for,or write a poem or paint a picture for.

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It’s indecipherable,and I keep doing it by being ,cause I want to be seen, stay within his reach,when he wants to be heard, when he wants to be loved.

My heart is my heart and it knows of his love, but am I the one I wonder.

I know it’s arduous.

But that’s what I do, when I do fall in love; cause I know he is the one, and for me that’s enough.

R.J

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Into The Crevices of my age 

 

“My soul breathes a childish hue,

But the veins under this skin

Exhales pale and blue
My heart’s beat

Warms with young heat

But this love turned bitter , Once burned so sweet

The music is still on and I feel the rhythm in these fragile bones

So , shall I dance my heart out

Or shall I be scared

To be fallen and Caged

Into the crevices of my age?”

R.J

*Forever a wildflower *

He is my universe. 

There is no other breath sans him I reminiscence,but yesterday when I saw my photographs,Photographs of the time of my whilom life when I wasn’t his, my thoughts dwadled. Me and my thoughts flew to another world another universe altogether. The plutonian sky. It smelled, of wildflowers, I think I left my shadow there , may be. 

You see, I never grew in a farm or a sophisticated garden or a nursery. I grew in the wild, amongst the dark dungeons. 

Sun never rose , there. I remember the rains, with the thunderstorms.

It was gloomy, but my soul was a wildflower. 

It bloomed. 

My soul craved no sunlight. It’s warm even in frigid , stygian night sky.It’s a beauty , misunderstood by prosaic lives.

And now am his.

A part of me bloomed without him, But a whole lot with him.

It’s sunny and warm here. And am still a wildflower. 

It blooms for him, in his light.

For, I don’t miss those dungeons now. 

“They are where they belong, in an ancient history.”

R.J

Bond of blood

Bond of Blood 

That was the spot,she and her brother used to build perfect sand castles.The sound of those waves as if calling their names,the shine of that sun as if sparkling those sands .That whimsical age filled with joy and innocence took a nasty turn.He was inebriated by venomous intoxications so alluringly  pernicious.

She loathed of what had became of him, for, devil filled him right up to the brim.As time went by, he’d bitten the dust, but she was still standing on the bridge of denial, which now started to rust.

She came closer to closure and eventually she let him go, with his smiling face in her eyes and a grateful heart filled with childhood bliss.

R.J 

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