Taking Up all the Chances

 

Taking up

All the chances

I arise

I look at the weather

Face the tsunami of emotions

 

I keep the purse empty

To fill with gifted success

 

Glowing success on my face

Looks like someone’s dream

 

I have been myself

The whole time

 

I cannot lie to my heart

 

Cannot commit to what

I cannot fix my heart in

It might be a weakness

 

I take lessons from grief

It has to pour itself

In the rain

Well, looking at the weather

Is my reflection

Of what I could not be

 

I pause,

Everyone needs to make a move

They should

My move is to pause

But only in reflection

And not in time.

 

 

Imagination Everywhere

 

A poem is

Imagination walking

 

Imagination dealing

With broken memory

 

In flashes

Mind takes its turn

Reality becomes heavy

News of devastations

 

Imagination is a wing

A bird to sing sweet

In the early hour of the dawn

 

I grew up in symbols

Trying to untie the knot

Of social expectations

 

Only much later

I chose my level of education

 

A free winged chariot

I am a blowing cotton

 

That is how I live

Swept away by musicality

Of living

 

Poetry bleeds

Like a flowing river

Everything else seems distant

And lost in its own doctrine.