Monica walks where amber
branches bend,
And autumn paints the world
from end to end.
The maples dress in rust and
burning gold,
While scarlet stories of the year
unfold.
A copper breeze drifts softly
through the air,
And scatters amber ribbons in
her hair.
She breathes the crisp and
quiet morning chill,
As purple shadows lengthen
down the hill.
With every step on pathways
dry and bright,
The dying leaves reflect a
golden light.
Flowers to tea
Just my mama and me
Spending the day together
Making wonderful memories.
The glow from the lamps
Cast shadows on the wall
As evening creeps in
And the moon rises tall.
Little hands learning
Under mama's watchful eye
With Patience and understanding
She gives a proud sigh.
Oh little one
You have so much to learn
But mama's here beside you
With every step and every turn.
(Written for an animation reel)
For those tough days and nights...
Life is a miracle in motion
By Michelle Morris
14/06/2026
There are going to be days
When you want to walk away
There are going to be nights
When you'll feel less calm, more frightened
There are going to be times
When you doubt the reason and rhymes
There are going be moments
When you feel your glow slow
But don't despair, dear heart
Don't despair — not now, not ever
Don't despair, dear heart
God is with you through stormy weather
Life is a complex mystery
Life is a wish for ease
Life is triumphs and mistakes
Life is loss and lucky breaks
Life is a miracle in motion
Life is ever-changing like the ocean
Life is growth and elevation
Life is a blessing for every nation
So, don't give, now, dear heart
Don't give up — not now, not ever
Don't give up, dear heart
God is beside you with every step
There are going to be days
There are going to be nights
But what remains even more constant
Is God's precious light
© Michelle Morris, 2026
I carried the unsaid words
In the graveyard of sin
The land covered with snow
crunched with every step I took
Black and white roses rested on some tombs
While some were left abandoned
I reached an empty grave
And buried the words
With deep secrets
I engraved a name on the tomb
And placed my roses
I heard someone leave the graveyard
On the tomb behind me
I walked over and saw
Black roses resting near it
Both the tombs had the same name engraved
Both of them said
The truth
Masquerade in the Night
(Masked for the Masquerade)
[Verse 1]
Flickering lights, shadows dance on the walls, Lost in the crowd, hear the echoes of calls,
Masked for the masquerade, secrets unfold, with every step, new stories to be told.
In the haze we trust, minds so clear, no need to hide, face every fear.
[Chorus]
So hold on tight, we’re chasing the dawn, in this masquerade, we can’t go wrong, Through the smoke and mirrors, we will find our way, Together we shine, come what may.
[Verse 2]
Mirrors reflect what we choose to disguise, Searching for truth behind these painted lies,
In a world where GPS got me misled, finding my path, but the journey’s NOT dead.
Step by step, we rise and break, in this dance of life, we create our fate.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Masked for moments, still feeling alive, In the heart of the night, we dive.
with every step I gingerly take
I have ankle-breaking potential
thanks to my dog’s obsession with digging
If I do fall into one of his holes, I will be buried alive
clods of dirt flying into my face from his back paws
right now I am sitting at my outside table
which used to be safe
not anymore
it now has six giant holes surrounding the perimeter
My left foot just got whipped into the air by his massive neck
because he is digging a hole under my right foot
Ashes all around, raining down
Drowning the misery with more
The floating specks of grey
That were once a rosy pink
Filled with fragrance and life
The flowers paved the way ahead
New love blossoming under the trees
First kisses behind the school buildings
Birds pecking at the ample rice grains
And a happy, happy place.
Nothing much has changed since
Only the air thick with morbid death
The boundless bed of ashes giving way
To nameless faces half buried in eternal sleep
Thorns drawing blood with every step
Unmarked tombs crowding weeping trees
Dried tears on the unturned pages
Vultures scavenging for fleshes of suffering
But the throne got an heir at long last
So a happy, happy place it is still.
I’m looking at scandal and I’m too close to the sun.
I said just about enough and I’m too close to the sun.
Im tasting upheaval still too close to the sun. When all I want is to mind my own business Im too close to the sun.
With every step I take Im too close to the sun.
If I tough it out with disquiet I’m too close to the sun.
Oh what a day!
an ocean sky and rays bright enough to probe a grateful mind
a beautified path laid before me to distract from what haunts behind
a bounty of abundance in every direction, still the air is freshest north
the birds sing for me and the trees dance with every step forth
liberation rests in my feet and stagnation fears me
my future is promised colourful, even beyond what I can see
Oh what a beautiful night!
the moon welcomes me home with such harmonious light
reminding me that beauty has no preference
reflecting on the bounties from the day
strengthening my soul from leading astray
love has sewn itself into my hide
the rays gifted to my mind brighten my vision
a reminder that life must be conquered without intercession
a life unenjoyed is like a starved appetite
a bird whose wings refuse to take flight
let us remain in the intoxicating stupor of internal delight
Form: The Vesper Step
The teapot pours out the sky,
The beetles hum us a tune,
We watch the clouds float on by,
And dine upon the pale moon.
I take your hand, the porcelain is smooth,
With every step, there is an ache you soothe.
We waltz above the moss and vi'let beds,
No other thoughts are living in our heads.
But when you lean to kiss my blushing cheek,
I see the metal 'neath your shirt,
I hear your hinges squeak,
It starts to hurt—
Click.
Journey Of Wanderer
Dr Ranjit Dutta
Where shadows dance,
I'll find my way there.
No maps to guide,
no signs to read,
Just the whisper wind,
and the stars' faint thread.
I'll walk the journey,
through dark and light,
To the place where
Dreams and fate
Entwine tight.
I 'll chase the fire
With every breath
And let go of doubts
That once did tire.
In twist and turn
I 'll find my way
Where shadows hide
And new dawns sway.
With every step
The path will reveal
The unknown destination
My heart will heal.
In the hush,I'll hear
The call of unknown
That beckons me to stand tall.
When I arrived
At the place I seek
I will find the answers
That my heart did speak.
So consumed by the feeling
Nothing about this is healing
Mind so full of unknowns
The rest of your being groans
Thumping head pain from every direction
Thoughts go in the wrong trajection
Spinning with the worst case scenarios
Hearing nothing from the stereos
The only thing heard is the voice inside
Horrible thoughts must subside
Every eventuality portrayed
Only the mind that betrayed
No clear thought or positivity
Just reminders of probability
So much could go upside down
Stress and anxiety forcing me to drown
The weight of the world on the shoulders
Straight ahead are massive boulders
No way to skirt around
Only one way is mountain bound
Legs dragging with every step
Trying to focus not to misstep
Fear controlling every action
Every option is dissatisfaction
Fear is the one in control
Fear has stolen my soul
The Only One
Motionless moments,
Unfading scenes,
Dreams that refuse to depart,
Flowers that never bloom.
A world that does not turn,
Wine that has lost its taste,
Endless longings,
Poems that will not reveal their meaning.
My fingers write and write—
Yet the silent veena I do not touch.
“Play,” it cries,
“Let music rise!”
That music alone
Set me into motion.
I walk and walk,
Yet the road does not grow shorter;
Weariness grows with every step,
And stretching my tired limbs,
I seek a place to rest.
Wherever I pause,
Carved paintings of exquisite beauty appear;
But I do not sit—
I lose myself
In their silent splendor.
With both eyes
Filled with the beauty of Kasini,
When I open them—
There is no world,
No time,
No poetry…
Is this how I was?
Wrapped with the softest blanket,
Shown the highest quality of affection,
I’m sure this is how I was.
All I remember is being fed,
But suddenly it’s been done by me.
I’ve gradually been strengthened,
Even kisses aren’t given anymore.
I remember I didn’t know no pain,
But it didn’t stay the same.
With every step at a new age,
Teaches me how to be tough.
Now I’m at the edge of seventeen,
About to enter adulthood.
Now that wealth glitters and hypnotizes my young eyes,
I’m now preparing for this wild-goose chase.
This goose I’ll catch,
Putting smile on the face of the one who held me, the one trained me for this journey.
This goose I’ll catch,
Shaming those who said I won’t.
Blossom Monyei.
Its the way your eyes speak
A silent language only we know
Its the way the stillness of your body
Eases the trembling of mine
Its the way you hold my hand like a cherished photo
that you forgot existed
Its the way the walls know your name
In every room
Its the way your lips taste like sweet nectar
On my tongue
Its the way even the sun is envious
Of your light, always burning
Its the way your feet kiss the earth,
with every step beauty blooms
Its the way I know
No matter what you do
I'll trust you in the aftermath
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