Indigo

[Querida]

I have become freed
in the face of another
my demeanor entrenched
has defeated the words
that tend to come with the
RAW EMOTIONS of RETALIATION
I have rather saved that for the tears.

[Querida]

cloyful ploys
and
mournful toys
delusions met
and
illusions set
a flame within
a blame without
pondering fate
wandering sedate

[Querida]

How to reach a wall?
One built of blood and flesh
but denies it has a heart.

A wall that used to
surround its inhabitants
with fondness.

A wall that illuminated
a happiness akin to
enlightened spirits.

And now though some lustre
has been sloughed off
and thought the wounds
left have been slow to seal

there still lies...somewhere?
is there time enough?
is there heart enough?

[Querida]

Moving on...
leaving my why nots
submerging on the felt cover
of the sea
leaving my teary trails of how comes
upon the rocky edges
My why mes simmering on the ancient ruins
of this weary-worn world.

[Querida]

If friendships can be taut
how can pairing be elastic?
Is there only so much you take
of another?
How is it possible to
continue until ends are met?
The littlings nettle
the perfunctorily unsettles
how to sustain a resistive armour
a resilient mettle?
One that will not harden
but softens with grace
each time a bright
moment persists
in shining through?

[Querida]

How does he stand still
with his horses long run
ripped of his reins
as they have seethed forward
frothing at the mouth
what hand did they not heed
what stone have they thundered past
leaving dust...that primordial dust
that gathers between his coppery green
eyes that stare off into nothing
while his feet stay molded
exquisitely waiting
for the nerves within them
to pounce
and let him flee
what stone
has set him
frozen

[Querida]

without being told
there awaits
a curiosity
sought
and often
beguilingly bought
in the very
palm of your
hand
held tremblingly
of bridges and roads
and paths engraved
of grooved hills and narrowly lined valleys
of promises and preening predictions
and lengths that improve longevity
but what use of this fortune without the digits
to grasp it?

[ajithfederer]

adaa da what a poem :P

[Shakthiprabha]

without being told
there awaits
a curiosity
sought
and often
beguilingly bought
in the very
palm of your
hand
held tremblingly
of bridges and roads
and paths engraved
of grooved hills and narrowly lined valleys
of promises and preening predictions
and lengths that improve longevity
but what use of this fortune without the digits
to grasp it?

Believe me we relay the roads and uplift the bridges and valleys, just that we dont know it.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Deep meqning in beautiful imagery!