poetry

Uncertainties

desert

Sometimes the rain soaks the sponges of our regrets

And our hearts become heavy to bear.

Sometimes the wind, in its gentle breeze,

Whispers the secrets of freedom into our ears.

Sometimes the scorching sun teaches us to persevere.

At times he turns warm and sweet on the skin.

Sometimes the silence makes lots of noise

Awakening the buried memories.

Sometimes the time tell tales of a better future.

Sometimes our thoughts speak to us and keep us sane.

But on other times our hearts take charge

And lead us into beaten paths.

Or unbeaten ones.

Sometimes we listen.

Sometimes we don’t.

And thus make a toast later

Or drown in it.

It’s all uncertain.

#thewordbrewer

Confession

wolf

When finally, you fall in love
But still my allure is lost on you
Promise not to let it fall
And break into bits
That reflect back sharp guilt inducing light
I so loathe.
Because the magnificence is found not in my erratic shape
Or the lazy ethereal glow
Or gentle twinkle beyond migrating dark clouds.
It’s not even in the muddled wolf howl
Nor is it in the splendor found in movies.
Go on embrace her in the orange of the evening
For I too fancy those silhouettes.
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