Sadness becomes my owner
Haunt memories every corner
Bleeding as moments creep
Shallow goes every deep
Smiles; nothing but the work of stadiums
Beats no more traced away of albums
Through photos, sour life’s tasted
Nights making no love are nights wasted
“Pamela”painting by Carrie Graber
Everywhere I go; your scent follows my trace
No more can I go on without an embrace
I run and hide; still echoing your voice
No more can I breathe; but there’s no choice
It’s me who decided to breathe without you
And how a rose can stop breathing dew!
How a spring can stop wearing colors!
How a butterfly can stop tasting flowers!
How a swell can stop kissing shore’s hands!
How can everything keep going in time my time still stands!
Oh no…I’ll start no tear destined to last
No present; no future should meet this past
I’ll survive another heart cavity
There’ll come a doctor; I believe in gravity…
Absolutely superb, Mira Jay. This touched me like no other. You are the blossoming rose, the fine wine, the one immortalized for your talents, all in due time. xoxo
Hearty thanks dear Sue for the incense you’ve burned in my room…
Missed your sweetness&please pardon my absence but it’s not in my hands..
Much love
No pardon necessary, dear. Life is like that. Always in the heart. xoxo
Thanks dear…same here; I might be away but my spirit is always roaming places inhabited by dear ones like you..
Hugs
We cannot miss what we do not love. I’ve often wondered if part of the missing isn’t that other person, but the person we were when in their arms………… I love this, sweet Mira Jay…… Always, the candle burns for you. ~ Love, Bobbie
Ah dearest Bobbie…missing you badly & no wonder why; you’ve explained the best..
I’ll sip your poetry along my wine tonight…
Hugs
Mira – Dear Friend,
It is so nice to hear your voice, and I find your page re-design delightful. I have to agree with Bobbie, it is not so much the other, but who we were with them. There is a natural order to things, and while it is true, we feel incomplete without another to complete the circle of our lives, we also find that in searching, we learn more about our own soul, and its connection to the All … I often wonder how you are … why would that be – except that we are all connected. Question; Have you ever been to Baalbek? It is ancient of ancient …
Always
Peter
Dear Peter; I miss your profound lines…
It’s always pleasure seeing you knocking my door with the jasmine you tenderly pick me…
&the regarding the connection; I’ve ever sensed a bond of light between our souls that I can’t find the right way to express it..
& certainly I’ve visited the Sun-City, why asking that? Have you been there or you can imagine it beyond my rhyme!
Peace & Light
Ahh .. The Sun City! I suppose that’s it, the connection, but not from Rome, from days long before when the stones sang and the Earth herself was alive with music.
Baalbek has always fascinated me, and after you mentioned the Cedar Forests I thought you may have been there too … I pray for your safety, Love and Light in your life …
Well the sun exists ages before any city;)
&thus it lives in us anywhere anytime..
Thanks for the prayers; all I need is some time to breathe with no loads over my shoulders…that’s it..
Much love dear one
Your words sing of a certain sadness within, and yet there is always a hope you will be lifted within. The world can be such a lonely place when we chase after it wares, leaving us more than empty, but more like being spiritually bankrupt within, We must always take time to reflect and smell the roses that we pass in life…for their selfless love always nourishes our hearts and souls and leave us feeling full when we need a hug, an endearing embrace even when its from afar. Happiness is still so very close to you Mira, because though your words are sad, yet as you said there is hope that can be attained as your words found breath again to inspire words from others who hold you dear. You still have not lost your touch…share with yourself, take care of yourself, love yourself and you will find that the power to be within will always empower you. Hugs and blessings always dear one!
Dear Wendell; thanks for the blesses & regarding the pain , I appreciate it more than the smiles because it has made me the one I am proud of being…
Please excuse my being away but business is stealing me from your warm bosom..
Love & Light
Oh Mira, we miss the joyous experiences along with the person. We store them in the memories, no matter what we do they keep appearing. Learning to live with what cannot be wiped out completely is painful. Missed your rhythms and beats dear friend. XXX
& I’ve missed your deep Haiku, dear Aparna.
Regarding ever-existing-memories; their pain is sweet if we learn to see the brighter side of the coin..
Peace & Light
memories remain … your words always bring an ache in the heart, and moisten the eyes. But I love the connect, and always end with a smile.
Sending you some smiles 🙂
Pardon my quill for carrying you ache & tears, for I myself can’t calm a free-soul-quill with a fake smile:(
Thanks for the precious gifts you always leave at my door.
Peace & Light
You write the most sacred way, baring your soul, and I feel privileged to get a glimpse at it. So you don’t have to say sorry, ever.
Better to share honest tears, then smiles of lies.
Tears we cry, are but prelude to warmer smiles.
Smiles 🙂
That’s what I meant by ” i can’t calm a free-soul-quill with a fake smile”
Thanks for tgr elegance in penning down my writing-style; honored to have such a passionate reader..
Cheers for smiles yet to come:)
Much love
Don’t worry the tears we cry are repaid in smiles aplenty …
God speed the smiles 🙂
…….I thought we do:)
Peace & Light
It is always such a treat to see you back, Mira, leaving footprints with your words again as their meaning and the images they have brought along keep lingering on the back of my mind… Love, Ese
Ah dear Ese…trust me such welcoming words upon my return make me feel home…
Happy Easter..
Much love
Beautiful.
Thanks Warrior….
Peace & Light
Ah!
Double here:)s
Good to read your sweeping images. You sweep us off our feet and call our sympathy, call to our hearts. All the best Mira!
Well dear Stephen I doubt my penned beats can sweep hearts more than your played beats; missed their taste along wine & the moonshine;)
Started wishing my day 48hours instead of 24 so I can catch up with dear ones like you..
Much love
Intensely touching. Don’t we all hope against hope for the heart cavity to be filled? It’s gorgeous Mira.
Thanks dear for the rosy breeze you bring along…
Peace & Light
A picture’s just a moment
A setback’s just a pause
A life’s worth an infinity
Of wishes as age diminishes
Of joys yet to unfold
Then may your yet-to-unfold-joy be 1000times your current:)
Peace & Light
That’s too much! 😛