Learning From Trees

“There is a lot to learn from trees: their graceful free spirit when they fluidly sway in the breeze, their munificence when they open-heartedly give us shade and sustenance, their dauntlessness in the wildest and most tumultuous of storms, their endurance during a scathing drought and, in particular, their forbearance when we go about destroying them without a second thought.”

-The Little Mermaid, MMXVIII

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Look Beyond

I see what lies behind your wrinkles
smiles forgotten
promises broken
I hear the voice in your heart
those screams and cries of agony
that wretched tragedy
I know your silence speaks of words unspoken
that one aching tear hides a soul forsaken

Unless I walk in your shoes
I would never understand
your despair, your misery
That battle 
you are fighting
with all your mettle
The faint whistle gets deeper
I got to catch this train
I could not hug you
But I feel your pain

*Image borrowed from Google

Father-Daughter Relationship

“A dad is a daughter’s first love and he, by virtue of his exalted paternal stature, remains most influential in shaping how the daughter expects to be treated by men later on in her life. I am afraid good fathers indeed set the bar high.”

-The Little Mermaid, MMXVI

A Melancholy Evening

Ellie lay on her back awake

In her favourite rocking chair on the terrace

Closing her eyes nonchalantly to a scene opaque

At the time that love was a dangerous menace.

Those were the mirthful days spent in Paris

She reminisced about with a sigh of unalloyed bliss

When the sun shone a little brighter

The birds chirped sweet songs a little louder

The world seemed just a little better

For she’d fallen madly in love with him

And he’d fallen madly in love with her

From dawn to dusk, on a blithe whim

They laughed! They cried! They even were to conquer!

She was a beautiful, strong woman

Dare I say, she was not the common

Her spirits exceedingly fierce and free

He’d agree

Burning to ashes every immanent obstacle

The woman of his dreams was truly unstoppable

This is what he loved about Ellie

The ocean that she sometimes was. The fire that she interminably was.

He often brought her angel garden-fresh roses

As a token of his undying devotion

She always liked them red, full of fragrance

Adorned with her lover’s bruises

It was a shared love so faithfully immense

Timeless and beyond comparison.

Ellie and her darling had the best moments of their lives

Tucked in each other’s rapturous embrace

Unaware of society’s heartless knieves

Ever primed to cause their disgrace

To the world they were not made for each other

Albeit in God’s courtyard

They were young lovers bound together

In innocence, in good faith, without any guard.

To happen, it happened

Their separation unbearable

The ocean slowly dried up. The fire dozed off.

Lifeless, clueless

They both wandered in the wilderness.

A melancholy evening it was, though no different

When Ellie tried to bury all the old memories, all the scents

In the deepest recess of her heart as ornament

Knowing they wouldn’t be forgotten

Until a thousand new crescents.

Photography Credits: ‘The Happy Lovers’ by Jean-Honoré Fragonard 1760-65

Located At: Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena CA.

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Protect Thyself

“A person may not say anything out of fear, wayward evasion or artful deceit; but his aura, without reserve, reveals everything. Learn to communicate with energies. They do not lie.”

-The Little Mermaid, MMXVIII

Daily Meditation

Oh God, 
Let my thoughts dower seeds-fertile and bounteous
Let my soul express a devotion-intense and tenacious

Oh God,
Let my actions reflect a faith-resolute and proven
Let my body sheathe a temple-pure and open

Oh God,
Let my words flow like a prayer-tender and healing
Let my heart be the Heaven’s abode-gracious and forgiving

Aye, nowhere else but in me You dwell
Thence solemnly I vow to be well

Amen.

His Beloved Olivia

A tiny puff of wind
covertly breezed into the room
and elicited a little squirm, rhythmed
from beloved Olivia in full bloom

His tempted tongue, quivering
unfurled her moist nether lips in heat
she moaned, her arched hips wriggling
Holy! What a treat!

He thrust inside with pleasure
gently circling her pink pearl, aroused
so sultry was his muse’s gesture
it left him in utter wows

He fondled, kissed and licked her
savouring the juices nectarean
He sucked over and over
revelling in that one moment utopian

The intensity of her sensations heightened
till she pressed herself against her bourgeois
He captured the glow in her face, enlightened
as she finally let out an ecstatic ‘Ahh’