In silence
A voice calls
Straining my ears I seek
the direction, the person
Straining my mind I seek
the origin, the meaning
Unpuzzled strangely,
I can identify none of these but still…
The voice calls
from within and from without
the voice calls
In hope but without expectation
I answer with questions
“Who calls? Where are you?
What do you require of me?”
In the silence the wind speaks
in the silence the river laughs
in the silence the stone sings
A voice calls
In the stone the God sings
in the river the Goddess laughs
in the wind Creation speaks
A voice calls in the silence
Aloud I say “I am here, teach me!”
Kim James
8th May 2009
Categories:
unpuzzled, faith, magic, nature, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
I still remember those grassy fields where I used to play,
That small house,that little room where I used to stay,
Those soaring aims,those frightening nightmares which I used to have,
That relaxed mind,that peaceful sleep which used to come itself.
I still remember that unending stamina,those uncountable demands and those childish games,
Those silly thoughts,those wonderful friends and that unending desire to play.
I still remember those frequent fever,those nasty boys who used to make me cry,
Those caring teachers,that unpuzzled mind which encouraged me to try.
I still remember those concert,those dramas in which I used to participate,
Those scoldings,those punishments which I got for getting late.
However those times,those moments will no longer return,
Those cherishable days of childhood can only be remembered.
Categories:
unpuzzled, age,
Form: ABC
Brunneous look of your eyes
Limn your angle in any place I sight
Maybe the aura of your character is hard to find
Nor the answer is you and I collide?
I am not sure about you
If we meant to be or so..
The last thing to happen way back two years ago
You taught the spark of flames and oersted fairytales
Well hoping the next chapter, It's real another
Story of us unpuzzled
Direct and not twisted, nor debris are not existing
Myriad of thoughts lasting like mistletoes of dreams
Late at night I am still dreaming
If lies and goodbyes are the same thing?
Maybe then after we've broken
Exchequer of notions are not ending.
Now, you heard me?
Am I capable of your love already?
Say to me and you'll be free
Then, leave those to the trees...
Categories:
unpuzzled, heartbreak, hurt, lost love,
Form: Dramatic Verse