VERSE | MOMENTS

The thing with moments
Is that they never stay
Ethereal, chimerical
They alight and fly away
They come upon us
On gossamer whispery wings
Or rush with such force
That you’re left reeling
The breath knocked out of you
And then they’re gone
Or they cloak you silently
So imperceptibly
Like the lengthening shadows
Of eventide
That you realize
That they were there
Only after they have quietly
Etherised into yesterday’s dawn

The thing with moments
Is that they never last
Always on nimble feet
They are fleeting pin pricks
On your skin
A quick rush of warmth within
The lungs for a moment collapsing
A vanishing scene
The stuff of dreams
Always receding
But not before leaving
Their forever tattoos
In reds, yellows and blues
A kiss, a hug, a bruise
Eternal imprints on the heart
Emotional ink
Permanent, piercing
Sunk deeply in
By the wraiths and ghosts
Of moments past.

VERSE | FOR NOW

Dappled sunlight 
Upon my skin
Warm, streaming motes
Kiss my neck
My arms, my face
Whispering sweet nothings
Caressing, comforting
My shoulders drop
The weight of the world
That sits on them
Like twin rocks
I’m no longer Atlas
Holding up the sky
Shivering
In its storminess
Legs quivering
Under its burden of sighs
And tears and loss
For now
It has all melted away
The coldness, the heaviness, the grey
For now
There is only a quiet joy
A rainbow sprinkling
Of dappled sunlight
Upon my skin
Thawing me, warming me
From within.

VERSE| AN ODE TO LITTLE JOYS

It’s the little joys in life 
That lift and hug the soul;
It’s the little brushes with sublimity
That paint the rosiest strokes

It’s the steaming mugs of tea shared
With a friend, over confidences and laughter;
The mugs wrapped in hands as warm as the hearts
That are bonding, ministering, healing ... and after
Memorializing that perfect little moment of joy.

It’s the sudden cool breeze that caresses the cheek
And then wraps me up in its vital embrace;
It’s the happy burst of a monsoon shower
As she dances and cleanses; prances and quenches
Leaving behind her intoxicating petrichor
In a joyful bouquet of nostalgia and grace

It’s the intrepid, songful, mirthful mynah
That unexpectedly struts right up to my feet
Warbling of little delights; trilling with all her might
Laying her little heart bare in melodious refrain
It’s the big, big soul in that fragile frame
That reminds me of the precious little joys.

It’s the beautiful Sakura tree, bounteous in its white and pink
Waiting for a wayward breeze to stir up her flower-bedecked limbs;
It is seeing the frolicsome duo of tree and breeze
Create magic in a moment they mutually seize
As the blossoms flutter down in lusty effusion
Covering the ground with inflorescent profusion
An enchanting, enthralling moment of joy.

It’s little kindnesses wrought in the moment
A helping hand on a busy street,
A warm smile in the milieu of rushing feet
A tender word to the transiently fallen
A little something more for the lonely and forgotten
It’s seeing this shared transcendental camaraderie
That gives me that small little rush of joy.

It’s looking up into a clear night sky
And finding Orion and Taurus winking up high
It’s watching the Big Dipper look tenderly upon
Little Ursa Minor nestling just under the moon
It’s seeing our little world from the vastness of space
That fills me with joy and bolsters my faith

The quickening string that binds us all
Our whole web of life; all living creatures
Are these startlingly simple acts of joy
These wondrous, alchemical creations of nature
It’s this coming together of life’s vital energy
That lifts and elates with its mystical synergy
This is the mannah that nurtures the soul
Mending our cracks and making us whole.