Completed 12 years of blogging last week :)
As Shattered promises of tomorrow
Splattered all over my bedroom
I pulled out my pipe
Decided to exhale smoke
Rather than inhale hubris
for a change.
And listened to the tunes of yesterday
Since history is doomed to repeat itself
Maybe this once
it will bloom by itself.
Any which way
I am not going anywhere
I have nowhere to be
Except be me in this moment
Right now.
And inhale in all the terrible glory
Exhale all the grime and gory
Soaking in the momentousness of surviving today.
Your illustration makes it clear just how momentous survival is for some people. Bringing it back to one particular individual makes the horror all the more poignant. Thank you for addressing this topic.
ReplyDeleteWonderful write to that picture. Vivid and strong.
ReplyDeleteA very thoughtful poem. Even in despair, there’s hope.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write ... this moment, right now. Sigh .....
ReplyDelete'I have nowhere to be...now+here...' beautiful play if words!
ReplyDeleteI love the message in this Samyuktha! I am so sorry to be just now commenting. I just was this! Congratulations on your blogging journey! I hope you will return to the Muse some time soon.
ReplyDeleteA very beautiful poem
ReplyDeleteProbably reflects the feelings of so many Ukrainians right now, in addition to other around the world. I cannot imagine the despair felt by women and girls in Afghanistan.
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