Wholeness

She walked through life with broken pieces scattering about
Ernest effort spent on picking up and gluing them like mosaic art
She looked at her completed work
Imperfection was such a sad beauty
brought about heart wrenching sobs

There was a skilled restorer
living through the same heartache
unable to repair his own brokenness
sending out vibration like telepathic codes
searching for his perfection which
he found in a pile of her best effort art pieces

When their souls mirrored one another
and collided at a crashing speed
They felt whole at once in each other’s embrace

Togetherness

I had been alone for so long
that I lost the sense of togetherness.
I had been introspective deep within
that I forgot simplicity is wisdom.
I sat in quietness to watch the ocean instead of allowing myself to immerse in its tranquility.
I had removed myself from any close relationship so nobody could notice my absence.

But
it only took a smile,
an encouraging voice,
a positive vibe
and
a loving heart
for me
to dip in the sunlit turquoise warmth
to regain togetherness
in an inate harmony
as the shore welcoming the waves.

Cuckoo Clock

When life was so overwhelmed
she lost the sense of time

Then
she heard his voice whispering “I love you”
That restored her sense of reality

Those ‘I love you’s filled her
with mechanical rhythm
day and night
That led her to lose her sense of self

She wondered
why wasn’t ‘I love you’ enough
In her struggling psyche
she failed to notice
what he really was

The Proud Gatherers

The Living Poetry – September Visual Prompt

The water-carriers with colourful urns
poised so prettily on their heads
Their figures are upright and elegant
swaying in their bright cheery saris
They are the life force of the barren land

My Happy Place

I used to take long drives to see the ocean
and let the waves saturate me with calmness

I used to hike to the top of the lookout
and let the sunrise bathe me in hope

I used to cuddle a soft pillow to sleep
and let the dreams tell me the future

Then,
I fell into your arms
where all my desires were sated
where my heart was nestled in
my happy place

Shelter

She loves working in the shelter
where she welcomes injured creatures in
and nurses them back to health

She hates sending them back to the wild
or having to give them up for adoption

But she must let them go
and go home to her love ones
whom she receives care and be rejuvenated
to care for the wounded lives
when the sun rises again

Fail Love Recipe

The Six Sentence Story – Twist

1 year of sweet sugar romance
1 day at a time dilution of love
1 bit of sour taste of lemon
1 lot of sweeten venom
2 to 3 years of cold hostility
1 final twist of bitter bile

Writer’s note: The real Lemonade recipe is as below

  • 1 cup white, granulated sugar
  • 1 cup water
  • 1 cup lemon juice
  • 2 to 3 cups cold water
  • 1 twist of fresh lemon

Autumn Farm

I drew this a few months ago at the beginning of pandemic lockdown. I couldn’t visit the farm to see the Autumn colours. I drew this as a consolation prize for myself.

Drawing by Cassa Bassa

The Missing Rib

My legs grew strong from life’s ebbs and flows
My mind became resilient to the world’s tossing waves
But my breathing had always been labourious
There had always been that void making my heart ache
Untill God sprinkled you on my daydreams
Your presence completed me at last
I am whole because of you, my missing rib