Held in thrall....4

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Moods change with

seasons, they say.

I have borne

the hot and the cold

the grim and the bright

of life

with grace of silence

and yet stayed

unscathed

unblemished

for every time

fate flashed its

wicked smile

at me,

I nodded

held myself upright

but never stared back.

Life wasn't only 

out there

but it made

home in my heart

and my loins.

And peace came

searching 

for me.

Held in thrall....3

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And then I
remembered
the time when
we touched each other
not only with our hands
and limbs
but with our hearts.
Time melted away
past whistled away
and no trace of thoughts 
remained.
Love lolled about
smiles lingered lazily
all over
and fingers played
melodies of magic
in every pore.
Nothing was
nothing remained
and nothing happened
when we were 
everything unto ourselves.

Held in thrall....2

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Those hopes
slipped out
and fears trod
in silently.
Not an ounce
was left
neither was one
taken away.
Everything remained
just as it was
except that life
wasn't there.
I sat thinking
nothing
doing nothing
feeling stuck
as though
everything had
come to a standstill.
In that silence
I heard 
the heart
beat.

Held in thrall....

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A moment quietly
saunters in
and hangs in there
when thoughts cease
and the mind
settles
on the perfect design
of things
that otherwise seem
to be happening
aimlessly.
Everything seems
placed perfectly
in the flow of life
and even the suffering
seems to carry a place
in it - to be sensitive
to the calm resolve
to carry on.
And I marvel 
at the perfect shape
of things
drinking their
beauty without
getting drunk.

In Fullness.....7

Model: Scarlett Morgan

Even when the world
loved me
and rejoiced in 
all of it
I didn't realise
that both of us
were celebrating
the fullness 
of life.
To be full of beauty
is to appreciate 
it in another
and to appreciate
the beauty
of the world
is to be full of it
in oneself.
My soul 
breathes through
my flesh
all of it
and all the time
all the beauty
that is there
in this world 
and beyond.
If only you could
see 
it....

Humming...

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The mist of existence 
shows openings
The rocks of convention
have become slippery
Only the vines keep
company unfailingly
There is a freshness 
hanging in the air
that comes from 
breezes of yonder.
My mind is humming
a tune that's 
in search of a song
of hope without
an anchor
and of love 
without 
any guarantee
of fulfilment.

In two minds....2

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Coming face to face
with my deepest core
I am consumed by
the fury of my passions
and I can't say
if they are fueled
by the body
or they are
the fuel.
I am not sure
if I can survive
this storm
unscathed.
I am pushed
from a force
inside to seek
closure
to this endless wait
and agony of 
not finding a mate
to unite with.
But storms too
are known to pass
and leave behind
debris of destruction.
Am I heap already?