The Candle

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Piercing the sheer darkness,

with its burning sword, a candle charges.

The Black now starts to dissolve,

Without tapering the candle’s resolve.

 

The acceptance that the world is dark,

ignites the candle’s spark.

Although it may die one day,

for many it would’ve shown the way.

 

A candle’s light is Temporary,

but is it less extraordinary?

With different shades to its flame,

what it reveals is never the same.

 

I believe such a light glows within you,

regenerating each day into something new.

Fuel your light by sound reasoning and thought,

for it could help another connect many a dot.

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Lost

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I attempt to revive myself,
as I lay beside another.
But, it isn’t your sweet breath, I taste.
It isn’t your voice, I hear,
It isn’t your touch, I feel.
I’m lost in the swirling past,
as I cradle in the arms of another.

 

Unable to let you go,
I cling to the memories that still remain.
Colored by my desires,
I see embellished dreams,
where you and I walk hand in hand,
where the alien sound of my laughter still echoes.
These scenes from our past flash
through the broken walls within me.

 

Crushed under the weight of emptiness,
I close my eyes to escape.
I remember your gaze
when you brushed my hair off my face.
I remember being captured
under the softness of your lips.
I remember the moments,
when we talked and laughed,
and the times when silence,
hummed the perfect the melody.

 

I open my eyes and see myself reflected,
in a pair of eyes that aren’t yours.
I can see what I’ve become,
a mere shell writhing in pain.
I’m lost within the moments I would never live again,
Even as another holds me tight, I crumble,
So once more, I close my eyes to escape.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

It’s wonderful to write (even if it is a lousy piece). I hope you’ve all been doing well. This poem is inspired by characters from several movies and especially by the waltz, the character Céline plays for Jesse, in the movie ‘Before Sunset‘.

Reflection

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I see myself in your eyes,

as I pour my innermost self into you.

Your non judging eyes capture me,

keeping me safe, I’m no longer alone.

You illuminate the dark shadows of my past,

like a perfect reflection, you show me who I really am.

There is none other to Elevate me,

 to love me beyond my insanity.

All I need is your light,

to discover the part of me that’s still alive.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

This poem is for all those lovely people, who stick with us during sticky times.

How many times have we helped someone get over their tough times?

A bridge to nothing

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On a broken rock, I breathe alone,

I, now, see a figure on the other shore.

My heart freezes when I find it’s you,

I begin to fluster unknowing what to do.

A glowing bridge forms before me,

As light structures itself into many a crystal bead.

Pounding pulses nudge me to take the first step,

My craving to see you builds, but I wake up instead.

As darkness blinds me, I drench in sweat.

Unable to hold you even in my dreams, I drown in regret.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

This week’s theme for the photography challenge is Structure. I just love the patterns and the structures that sunlight creates on the surface of water (be it in a lake or in a bucket full of water). Don’t you?

The pattern of the light in this particular photograph reminds of a road or a path on water, which somehow, to me, looks unreal. Like a path that you can take only in your dreams. Or not even in your dreams, like the poor character in my poem.

Hold on

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You walk alone erasing behind all the traces,

I know you wipe clear off all the faces.

Yet I choose to walk  beside you,

even if you let me fade into that grayish hue.

 

I’m not one of those seasonal streams,

to empty into your withering dreams.

I don’t want to be a cloud smoldering fast,

only to dissolve into your blurry past.

 

There’ll be no proof of you and me,

if you decide to smother your memory.

But I’m doomed to hold on to mine,

for it to be tarnished with time.

 

I know where love lies,

within the black pools of your eyes.

Take my hand,  I promise to hold you tight,

just don’t let me fade into that endless night.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

Sometimes, I wonder why it is so hard to let go of those who can let go of us so easily!

Where are you now?

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Where are you now?

I search for you in the streets, now empty.

It’s too cold with your arm no longer around me.

Where are you now?

As I trace along the path we walked,

I feel my soul buried within the emotions I locked.

Where are you now?

The view from that bench isn’t the same.

That beauty is lost. Tell me, who is to blame?

Where are you now?

It’s you I see wherever I turn,

I need you now, I have so much to learn.

Where are you now?

You are now a part of my song,

Without you, don’t you know it is all wrong?

Where are you now?

Let this lamp illuminate your face again.

Come and free me from this painful chain.

Where are you now?

Baby, where are you now?

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Yuhu’s Corner

Have you ever walked in a street where you once walked with a loved one? Somehow everyone in that street would look like the one in mind. Isn’t that so? At least, that’s how it is, for me.

I hope you have all been doing great. I recently visited Stockholm, Sweden. In fact, I returned just today. I must say, I have fallen in love with the city. I don’t think my memories about this wonderful city would ever fade away. The photograph you see in this post was taken in Stockholm.

 

 

 

 

Through the leaves

I love looking at the sky through the leaves and branches. To me, every such scene is beautiful and magical. Here is a Collage of a few of the views I captured.

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The sky through the rustling leaves,

hums me a mystical melody,

that questions what my heart believes.

A different view every time,

demystifies baseless thoughts rooted deep,

in that moment of revelation, I sublime.

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Golden words

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I draw my velvet curtains aside,
There glows the Sun’s pride,
The golden rays I see,
unbolt my eyes like a key.

Under the sky clad in gold,
I shiver within a storm so cold,
Like a dried leaf that departs a tree,
The final drop of hope drains away from me.

The golden rays of the Sun speak,
“A pity to see one turn so weak!!”
I fight back against the Sun’s might,
“Don’t you bathe in darkness every night?”

“I swim in the black pools of my limitless dream,
guided by the stars that gleam,
While in the whirlpool of doubts, you choose to drown.”
says the Sun, glaring with a frown.

I now finally see.

When I let fear grip me with ease,
panic strangles reason and dreams cease.
The stars fade away from the blue meadow,
while the moon reflects my empty shadow.

On what grounds I stand, I should choose,
for that view decides if I would win or lose.
Even in the darkest of time,
a sound mind could make the heart chime.

Even as the golden rays of the Sun die,
I shall prepare to soar high.
Hope would be alive within me,
I realize, only if I choose it to be.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

“It’s all in your head” is something I hear a lot. Although it is sometimes annoying to hear that, I feel that it is true. The thoughts in the poem are those that I constantly remind myself of, to believe and have faith and not to succumb to thoughts of negativity.

I believe I’m becoming good at the disappearing act. Unfortunately, work is getting too hectic and I’m finding no time to write. I must write at least twice a week. Let’s see if I have the  Grit! Hope you’re all doing well.

Burn

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It is time for me to burn,

with the desire to learn,

the truth and to spurn,

the ways of my past. I shall turn!

Late, it is never, to yearn,

for a brighter dawn’s return.

 The value, I will discern,

 of what my flame could pattern.

One day, my own love, I shall earn.

Oh, yes! I shall earn.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

The photograph is blurred. Isn’t it? It vaguely resembles what I see once I remove my glasses. This is my entry for this week’s photo challenge. The theme is Focus.

Surreal

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As the sky turns red from teal,
Is what I see real?
What did you just reveal?
Is it broken, my heart seal?

As the sky turns red from teal,
Is what I see real?
You caused my fears to reel.
There is no more pain to feel.

As the sky turns red from teal,
Is what I see real?
Nothing dark, nothing to conceal,
To you alone I am leal.

But wait!

The sky hasn’t turned red from teal,
What I see isn’t real.
My dream to find you is surreal.
I’m awake, my mind begins to streel.

The sky shall turn red from teal,
What I saw will be real.
For in you alone, I can heal.
Will we ever meet? I know, for sure, we’ll.

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Yuhu’s Corner:

I’m not sure if this poem made any sense to you. The way I see it, there are two interpretations.

Interpretation 1:

This poem could describe those people who pin all their hopes and dreams on to “the one”. Once in a relationship, they could discover that the person they are with isn’t the one they’re looking for. So their hunt continues to find “the one” who could save them.

Interpretation 2:

This is the simple one. A person dreams of  “the one” with whom he/she is truly himself/herself. But the person wakes up to find that it is just a dream and is indeed not real. So the person hopes of finding “the one” someday.