Mon sort.

I am facing a vast horizon

of opportunities

waiting to be struck, to be grasped

by my hands that have endured

the burning sands of time.

 Despite slicing through the gusty winds,

and traversing under torrential rains,

constantly challenging death,

this arduous journey

will lose its meaning

once my feet are stripped of their garments.

Barefoot,

I cannot continue any further

for the terrain ahead

is merciless and unforgiving.

Disappointing indeed

is the veracity of life’s misfortunes.

Clinging on like a relentless shadow,

sticking like unwanted dirt,

invisibly rushing from behind,

the perennial, stinging pain

of double-edged knives

inextricably stabbing at my back,

leaves me with no option

but to resign to my inevitable denouement.

 

If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow. ~ William McFee 

  

Like a flightless leaf.

 

The sun is shining.

Bright, sunny, radiant.

The roots are sheltered,

the trunk unabated,

the branches secured,

the tree standing strong.

This colony seems unfluctuating.

But I seem to be undulating.

So I hold on, and I keep holding on.

But eventually this junction will break

with the culmination of time.

And the crazy wind will carry me through a sea of air,

soberly spinning away,

falling,

falling,

falling,

falling,

Feeling like a flightless leaf,

falling down into the floor.

Unnoticeably,

the green will turn into yellow,

the yellow into brown,

and the day into night.

And I will feel the sands of time rising above me.

And everything else will stay the same.

Scrapbooks.

A poem made out of nowhere

Secrets I keep that can never be told,

Cards that speak with romantic tongues,

Roses I gave, now beige, brittle and old,

Always take out the breath from my lungs.

Page by page, they tell me  something,

Bits and pieces of my life, compiled.

Once they seemed to be simply nothing, but-

Over time I feel even more like a child;

Kissing memories like a little, precious toy,

Scrapbooks stained with droplets of joy.

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