Dissolving : Shadorma

Drop by drop,

                             my every part melts,

                             into wisps,

                            coalescing forever,

                            into celestial cosmos,

rolling endlessly.

                                                     Brooke Shaden Photography

Shadorma : Non rhyming poetry form with syllable count as 3/5/3/7/7/5

Thoughts: Choka

Night hums lullaby,

giving rest to heart and mind,

worries fly away.

Flowers unfurling,

petals imbibe morning dew,

a new day begins.

Birds flying across,

and my soul taking a leap,

to the world unknown,
I am floating purposeless.

Choka : Japanese Poetry forms, syllabic form structure, as follows:

5 – 7 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7, etc.or 5 – 7 – 5 – 5 – 7 – 5,  etc. ending with an extra line of 7 syllables.

Her Heart

She wanted to write

songs of praise

for him

so, god made him

her poetry.

                 She wanted to be

                 a part of

                 his life

                 so, god made her

                 his memory.

                                    She wanted to be

                                    close to him

                                    never to part

                                    so, god made him

                                    her heart.

Losing My Soul

Losing my soul in the quietness of night,

I let myself wander in her silent voices,

her icy hands, calling me to hold them.

I slowly give in to her temptations,

as if she is a healer,

her spell works upon me,

losing my light, I walk deeper into her world,

and see her darkness rising in me.

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Moon Of The Dark Sky

Moon of the dark sky,

up there you shine bright,

here I aimlessly gaze at your beautiful sight,

to you I wish to fly.

Trees try to touch the sky,

to bathe under your calming aura,

your rays sparkle every flora.

You are in the arms of a hazel- grey sky,

I envy its embrace upon you,

wrapped in cloudy dew.

Oh! moon of the dark sky,
with you my emotions ride,
all my secrets in you I confide,
to you I wish to fly.

One day I'll be your night and you my moon.

Solace

I yearn for

solace

for a calmer

pace

a small patch in Lord Shiva’s

space.

Oh! Lord Shiva to thee

I pray.

Away from the cruel

world

to be free like a

bird

far away from maddening

herd.

Oh! Lord Shiva to thee

I pray.

Lord, at your feet I

lay

lead me towards your

way

allow me to be with you for all my

days.

  

Oh! Lord Shiva to thee

I pray.

Sweet Death : Tanka

Black fine robe she wears, gives solace to my spirit, her magic – charming, a soul catcher from afar, walks along with the shadow. Her peaceful aura, expands beyond time and space, waiting patiently, to finish our agonies, and fly to a new empire. I call upon thee, custodian of god’s gates, hold me in your arms, sing me a sweet lullaby, and I will sleep in your embrace.   Tanka :  Japanese poetry having  five unrhymed lines  of 5, 7, 5, 7, 7 syllables