Month: September 2013
fluttering words
words are the seeds
that fruit into thoughts,
into feelings at times
a tree doesn’t care much
if its seeds fall into the sea
or into fertile ground
or if either of them speaks the truth
when it is listening
its joy is in giving
and when the time is ripe
it spreads them with a smile
oh far and wide
but yes, sometimes
silences can do that too
in divine existence, between two souls
ah those perfectly timed silences
only free flow!
as a part of poetic dialogue and in response to –
What’s the use of words
when words are-
a dead weight,
soulless creation
far from real,
close to fake!
Just a way
to spread your plague
you delusional thoughts,
what’s the use of seeing
when your mind is closed!
What’s the use of words
when people are deaf,
and everything you say
turns to dust
before reaching them,
it decays!
Just wasted breaths
wasted parts of life,
what’s the use of words
when what you say…
it’s not true at all!
http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2013/09/25/speechless-2/
fragmented lament
warm forehead
smeared ashes
tipping
on the edge of insanity
slow destruction
utter chaos
swirl
in beautiful symphony
flowering
from wounds
your words, your face
and unspeakable agony
between these lines
nothing
no nothing
but your legacy
forever inscribed
in red ink
…..
art by Michał Mozolewski
spiritual birth
it is in moments
that one lives
lifetime is an illusion
…..
photography by Gregory Colbert, Ashes and Snow
ephemeral cosmos
beluga feelings
conscious frequencies
and amorous galaxies crash
into infinite ocean
of my dreams
where colours take flight
and every breath
becomes an opportunity
to transcend kaleidoscopic time
watch how
my universe expands
when weightless in wordlessness
I float, like a reflection
through my cosmic mind
…..
thanks to Kushtrim for the inspiration, his poetry blog well worth checking out – http://kushtrimthaqi.wordpress.com
intoxicating splendor
where do I exist, dear Beloved?
one minute I am here
another, with you
what place do I call mine
this or that?
what is this space
separating yet binding us
where I stay
enchanted and scattered
like a million stars
reaching out to the Sun
homeward bound
the pain of longing
ferments me slowly
but what use
is this sweetness
when all I have desired
is you
take me with the flow
dissolve me in you
till no more of me remains
only you, only you!
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 