I watch

I have dwelt much on death

the fall, the wither, the fading away

I have seen the spirit burning bright

in flesh weakening each passing day

and now I watch in deep quietitude

the green grass grow by the thoroughfare

Hiding

fingerprints everywhere
in drying
decay
wither
fading away

the mirror
bears witness
every day

it hides in plain sight
yet we pretend
we do not know
death has come to stay

Love

to those who mourn

fickleness of love

raindrops dying on hot asphalt

I say

it is only love

that rises heavenwards

from blazing pyres

and flourishes green

on crumbling graves

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Time 2

victor, vanquished 
friend or foe 
time's grinding wheel
turns all to dust

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Time 1

carried by time's relentless rush 
soaring and crashing on unceasing waves 
eyes raised upto the sky 
I search for that lone unmoving star

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Pain

deeper the pain
deeper the furrow 
deeper the root 
of the joy that grows 
in the hallowed ground of heart

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Holding Sorrow 2

I have learnt
to hold sorrows
in grateful hands;
gifts from beyond
wrapped in patience 
to be opened
some day
in exuberance of joy

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