memory
saudade
if only
you could see
what I see in you
hear what
I cannot say
you are
what no words
can contain
like all that is sacred
treasured, in my heart
you remain
you are..
you are to me
more than a story
more than a memory
wait.
In a sacred moment
I tasted your presence
to the depths
of my soul
and all I ever knew
melted away
time stopped
and that moment lasted
for eternity
in your touch
you showed
what it means
to feel,
in your embrace
what it means
to belong
enwrapped in you
snow flakes
started to burn softly
and I forgot
where I ended
and you began
lost in the day
a thought of you
brushed by
like a gentle breeze
and butterflies
started fluttering
under my skin
in anticipation.
…..
art by Rimel Neffati http://www.rimelneffati.com/fr/accueil.html
l.
Haunted
by the memories
of an ancient love
I look for you
hidden
from everyone
with me, in my heart
I carry you.
Untold Stories
Now and then I wash upon
The shores of untold stories,
Begging to be told.
And as I crashed
Upon this sandy shore
Of a broken pair of lovers
I tried my best to cling onto
And grab as many grains as I could.
Before the waves pulled me back again
And the story faded away.
– Zeeshan Amit, The Olive Grove : https://olivegrovefacingthesea.wordpress.com
rain
This pouring rain reminds me of you –
kisses of life softly planting on my skin
at a thousand places.
vague remembrance
memories
what are they
a handful of ashes
tossed in the air
slowly fading
into evening mist
…..
photograph courtesy M : http://myworldonmuteblog.wordpress.com
untouched melody
there is pain
that lies hidden away
the pain whose source is unknown,
where it originates, why it is there
an almost unbearable heaviness
as if a huge tragedy transpired before
perhaps in some other lifetime
as if memory of the experience
has faded away
but the agony, the pathos still remain
a sorrow I can drown myself in
a loss, a separation, a heartache
that consumes me at times
and stirs up the unknown,
the unanswered questions,
the endless pain
that flows so smoothly
when little things, their deeper perception
spoken words, their hidden silences
a knowing touches me so
it is often then
that a liberating realization,
a strange yet familiar feeling
breaks open the shell
that encloses my understanding
of the world around me
of the depths of my own soul
rubescent nostalgia
which dark waters am I treading,
with this hallowed crimson heart?
following the whispers in the scattered wind,
uttering prayer from my quivering lips
how will I speak of this enchanting tale,
whose splendour lies hidden in its roots?
of love unspoken, songs unheard and melody untouched
planting these silent kisses,
you play with my mind;
with your endearing invisible touch,
you comfort my most aching parts
your burning memory ignites a flame within,
and flowers begin to grow
from this forever bleeding wound
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 