a world of probabilities and possibilities
The hour of summer begins with
a bottle of beer in my patio.
The sweltering heat thaws the
feel of winter weaved into the
atmosphere. Budding flowers
reminiscent of the feeling of
warmth that makes its way into
my heart.
Sipping on brewski, welcoming the
sun, I know it’s you sending me
love, wrapped in these shining rays.
I wonder, like all worldly things,
these days too shall pass, like the
misty drops on the bottle, that
originate and fumes into nothing.
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Like the dunes of sand
my thoughts flow wild
carefree in uncharted land
awaiting to be reconciled
they have questions long ignored
only assumptions, as nothing was ever said
they reach out, to be adored
but nothing moves, all seems dead
with every changing season
never did an answer came
I am looking for a reason
how to keep it burning – this flame
just then, a twinge reminds me of something broken
and I try (hard), hoping to discern the words – unspoken.
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Line Credits : “With every changing season, I am looking for a reason”
from Sanaa Rizvi’s “Looking for a Reason“
For Real Toads prompt : Poems In April – The Tuesday Platform
Over at the toads, Sanaa offers the opportunity to pick a favorite phrase, a word, a line or two from our fellow poet’s poem and create a masterpiece of our own.
At night when the world is asleep
and darkness hinders the sight
a voice in my head starts to creep
with horde of questions, emerging to bite
flashing memories of gone days
multitude of what if’s, starts to grin
a virtual warzone, all set ablaze
wondering – tonight, which side will win?
will hatred triumph this very moment
or love will prevail, yet another time
struggling amidst these facets – potent
heed not devil nor his crime
consoling myself, pushing the doubts aside
one more night – I calm the beast raging inside.
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