Writing in the dark.
Thinking as I fall asleep,
Imagining how it could all be.
Writing in the daylight.
Contemplating my identity.
Picturing all of whom is me.
Writing in these empty diaries.
Feeling my emotionality.
Reflecting how it all is for me.
Writing in these pages.
Wondering about things too many.
Reflecting (Self-Esteem)
Reflection of yourself,
Physically sometimes so painful to see,
Yet a lady should remember
How she was born beautifully.
Reflection of your life,
Emotionally some times are difficult to heal,
Yet a girl has the right to high emotionality,
Only to eventually learn to truly love.
Reflection of yourself,
Physically sometimes so bothersome to see,
Yet a man should remember
How he was born handsomely.
Reflection of your life,
Emotionally some times are difficult to forget,
Yet a boy has the right to be strong,
Only to eventually learn to grow-up a little more.
Reflection of ourselves,
Spiritually sometimes we feel frustrated,
Yet a humanity has the choice
On to be good, or to be “bad”, it’s all right in a way.
PARTIAL PICTURES
assumptions
of expectation
experienced
in the
consciousness
urgent
emotionality
in tender
reciprocity
a mutuality
of feeling
prevails
motifs abound
in myriad
manifestations
of sensory imagery
a
sight
for the eyes
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
I am the firewood
Burning in the blazing fire,
Ablaze in passion, aflare in dreams,
Burning away till
The embers are left glowing
In vigour, with the slipping life
I possessed still
Driven by the burnt emotionality,
The fire left within me dancing
Through my veins,
Till the visions I had nurtured,
The hope I had discovered
Turned to dust.
K.S.Lakshmi
A very different 2020 Christmas this will be.
No hugs,kisses totally devoid of Christmas's emotionality.
Some, I hear are actually wearing runber gloves?.
Oh, the virus.we do sl love, but forget playing turtle dove?
No glorious mistletoe this year.....and yet....
We believe every lying word Amanpour, spouts in our ears.
We'll go to bed and dream of our new savior,Lord Vaccine!
After all, it's not hip to love God nor have a manger scene.
It's the birthday of Christ but He no longer matters,you know?
We think healing comes from mankind, so we have locked all
church doors and watch the barren wind blow!
We are lost in this havoc and enjoy dancing in fear for some reason.
Choosing science over Jesus, who is the real reason for the season!
Giving in to the promise of dreams,
I remove all distractions from sight.
And closing my eyes, hush, silent screams,
embracing Night, a refuge from light.
Within the serenity of sleep,
Reality ceases to exist.
And Hope begins a sensual sweep;
for any feelings love may have missed.
Exploring fantasies in my mind,
my feelings are allowed to roam free.
And there's no way to tell what I'll find,
or what kind of heartache awaits me.
Dreams amplify sexuality,
a place of shadows adrift in time.
And stripped of emotionality,
fantasy stalls anxiety's climb.
Beyond the time I bethought thy ambiguity
With you I aspire the longanimity
Beyond the prophecy there crests thy conceivability
With you I cognize the viability.
Beyond thy persuasion I bechanced your propinquity
With you I behold the emotionality
Beyond the state of elated bliss there prehends thy fidelity
With you I summon the reality.
Beyond the beauty I got hold of your integrity
With you I propel morality
Beyond the smile there hazes over thy timidity
With you the shyness broke to chastity.
Beyond the journey I conformed to serenity
With you I got word that there exist eternality
Beyond the nature there fragrances a virtuality
With you I revered ideality.
Beyond a relation there dilates a compilation of esoteric affinity
With you I got hold thy spirituality
Beyond the secrecy there exists enshrouded duality
With You, me makes us evermore infallibility.
and I still don’t know why
you’ve done this to me
I’ve lost so much
and yet you insist
again and again and again
on making me lose more.
it was so much easier
believing you didn’t
love me
don’t still
love me
because then I don’t have to see
that I might still
love you too.
and I’m afraid.
I’m afraid that I’ll live
in the land of emotionality
too long
for me to pull myself out
and I’m afraid for the state
of my mind
my dignity
my self-respect
if that line rings
and you give me
all I want to hear.
and I still don’t know why
you’ve done this to me
I’ve lost so much
and yet you insist
again and again and again
on making me lose more.
if you understood
the toll you take
what I’ve had to pay out
to pass your bridge
you wouldn’t ask silly questions
that only bring you and me
more grief
and more tears
than are probably warranted
for I knew you
I knew of you
so I can’t blame anyone
but myself.
so
I still don’t know why
I’ve done this to me
I’ve lost so much
and yet I insist
again and again and again
on making me lose more.