Prasoon

I wish I could sleep
like a #baby, even
when it's noisy all around.
At night I wake up
several times, sometimes b/c
of vivid dreams, sometimes
b/c of noises, most times
b/c of worries & fears.
I wish I could sleep
like a baby, safe & sound
curled up in my mama's arms.

#whistpr

I know you worry
about the beauty 
and if you’ll be able
to keep singing to it 
but as much as I 
adore your melody 
I love your heart 
which bloomed it 
far beyond the music

a raindrop
one word

an ocean
a whole verse

poetry
in them both

for those
who know

some days I am Music
and those days, you read me
as if I am the light, and you are in need
but some days I am Silence
and though melodies play within me
and I speak the same soft story
you hear me differently

Thanks, it means a lot.😊

Every evening, he
sits still on the porch,
to listen to the old elm creak—
a note the house
always echoes back.

Nobody sees him,
the birds avoid
the elm, and the house
remains invisible.

Three things
descend into decay,
waiting to be lost
forever.

(2/2)
#vss #vss365 #elm

On a quiet street
of a busy city,
a house, tired,
leans into decline.

A tree—an elm
guards it
with hollow limbs
and roots tangled
in silence.

A man full of age
lives inside, yet
nobody knows him.

(1/2)
#vss #vss365 #elm

I don’t know you
Or the things that do you
Except the way you sing
So beautiful and true
I don’t know you
Not in this silence
Except for the music
That from you transpires
I don’t know you
Between all the blanks
That I cannot see through
Except for the love
That peeks through

Soon the hill called,
and I obeyed,
to see, to feel, and to know.
But the place was barren,
with a cranky, roofless house,
and a smell of decay,
outgrown by trees,
a ragged man lay in—
Skeleton.

#vss #vss365 #cummerband
(2/2)

They said a man lived
on the hilltop,
who wore a cummerbund—
tight and neat,
and lived a life of lavish.
A man of culture,
a synonym of success,
who spoke in wisdom.
Curious of the tale,
rose a temptation
to seek.

#vss #vss365 #cummerbund
(1/2)

Where is self? somebody
Screamed, the wise tree replied,
Within your own hands.

#vss #vss365 #self #haiku

I have not forgotten how to sing, but these days I love quietly

Knowing those who know the song, will recognize the humming

The love that I want to hold
Is one that doesn’t need to be held
The one that simply dwells

Someone stood out as
A single silence,
In the crowd of noise.
Forcing me to wonder,
What battle must be raging
Inside.

#vss #vss365 #someone #single #poetry

Breathless, the air waits.
Desire clings like a hot night
pressed against my skin.

#haiku #poetry #hotnight

How heartless is it?
For the ever-knowing speaker,
With an umbrella beneath
A heavy sky,
To never once offer
Its warmth to a shattered soul.

#vss #vss365 #poetry #speaker

you call me a muse
a bridge to your poetry
but even without me
you would’ve reached
the same beauty

Stop reaching for
The moon, the wind, the sky,
And—Just listen.

#vss #vss365 #haiku #stop

First snow on dry leaves,
my love falls without a sound,
never reaching you.

#haiku #poetry #firstsnow

A predator looms,
Turning bright days into gloom,
Pain looms over me.

#vss365 #predator #vss #haiku

But unfortunately, that serene pause lasted only a few seconds, until my clock struck twelve. It was a reminder to return to work.
I hate it, but I have to.

(2/2)
#vss365 #marrow #vss

The day felt odd. But the weather turned out great. Amidst the striking heat, the wind began to whisper, sinking into my marrow like rain into thirsty roots. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. The only sound I could hear was the joyflight of birds.

(1/2)
#vss365 #marrow #vss

#poet #poem #poetry #writingcommunity

Thank you, Rachel 🙏🏻😊

Petrichor—A soul’s joy,
Like earth taking deep breath,
A sense, a hum of new green.

#joy #vss365 #haiku

😊 🙏🏻

The music snapped out,
A loud silence, what's happening
A heartbreak or death?

#death #vss365 #haiku

borrow my light
and I’ll borrow yours too
shine even brighter
I’ll become the warmth too
no stars of ours dimmed
just unfolded infinitely

quiet afternoons, rain falling too
ruminating till words gently bloom

#poem #poet #poetry #writingcommunity