Settling into my skin

... is easier said than done!

When you know you
Not matter that others don't
Or perhaps can't
And sometimes won't!

But
Do you know you?

Do I know me?

Existential questions aside
I find I always surprise-
Sometimes the daylights :P -
Right out of me :D

And then I find
I need to mould again
Moult too, at times
As monstrous as it seems

Exfoliate, perhaps, not just my skin
But my soul, and seek afresh
A cleaner, leaner self. 

The quest, for me, I know
Shall go on...

The Holy Grail shall I find,
That too, is known :)
So, what of it?

That's quite the least of it. 

What matters, is just this.

To know, and love,
Each new me. 

29 May, 2014
As always, absurd, and online with it :P

Strum

I wear music
In notes you'll never
See.

Or notes
Perhaps, that you could have
Tasted.

But chose not to.

And so I shall touch
That soaring pitch
And watch you fall

Fall once more
In love, listening
To the colours you
Think you've painted me in...

And all the while
I wear the music
That my fingers strum
On chords taut with pain. 

23 April, 2014
Online, when music moves and words blur;
All because of a song. Thanks to Dan Drake, who who shared this song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psiILfa-G1c&feature=kp

I know. It IS absurd. I've even tagged it so. 

Tumultuous

Those words-
They roam - restless spirits
While burgeoning,
Suffocating feelings
Try to pin them down.

The tumult, within,
Of these wandering, wayward
Wanton, vagabonds-

They will not let me be. 

I shift.
Stretch.
Bend. Struggle.

And my heart fills.
Chest constricts.

Then,
The lull. 

The eye of this hurricane
It is too still. 

My dearest
You'd better stick around
To pick up the pieces.

Soon.

22 February, 2014

When papers chain one down, the only thing to do is go bonkers, with writes like these :D

Once Upon a Time

It wasn't to be
The storyteller had it all wrong.
It wasn't thataway.
The words weren't right, for that song.

Music, in soft violins and harps
Played in enchantment.
Perhaps, perchance, their tale
Would find denouement. 

Till then, when stories lullabied
In hope of creeping into dreams,
They meandered, in that very hope
And played on, in plotted schemes.

Would they be, what they were meant
Where, they were meant, in that tale?
Of a happily-ever-after? Did they really want to?
And into the sunset, afterward, sail?

Did they just! 

And that was just another one to add to the list
Ever growing each year, in words, in hearts, here
While this rambler, scores yet another number
Singing, or trying to, of Love, pretending to be a seer!

Let love shine on.
Let love love you.
Let there be just that one, too.
Look! Turn around! There!

Love will find you :)

14 February, 2014

A gift, this day to all who love :)

Approbate

You give, and I take.
An even deal or not-
That's how it's always been.

Till when I knew
That only taking
Meant I was losing. 

And giving, well,
As strange as it seemed
Made you richer...

The homily wasn't lost on me.

And happily enough,
We still have time
To approbate a new deal.

24 November, 2013

Pic courtesy Google Image search 

Release

Dry, flaky, thin and long

So unassuming -

Quietly, it lay.

Knowing, with baffling certainty

Someday, one day

It would be chosen.

Today. It was.

Allowed to finally free itself

It long and drab form

Transferring, transforming

Fragrant in release.

Filling, fulfilling, its destiny.

It burns. Gladly.

You know that.

Because you sense it. 

That joy.

In the fragrance of its soul,

That quietly permeates, often,

Into your own. 

Undated (about a year ago, in 2012; discovered while hunting for something else, entirely :D )

Picture: Google Image search for 'incense' :)