A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


The Honest Heart

I haggle with my feelings.
Thoughts too.
Never mind the emotions.
The battle is never ending.

Constant confrontations
Leading to compromises-
Have taken their toll.

My heart is constant,
Make no mistake.
And Loves,

But for how long
Shall it hold out
Against the vagaries
Of love’s demand!

How long shall it
Live, love, try to give
Good report, and prove
Endlessly, how much it feels.

How long?

I’ve made a deal
To help it decide.
I’ll provide the mask
I tell my heart…

Fashion it from hurts
Long sensed; anticipated; felt.
And weave a diamond bright
Shield. Hard. Brilliant.

The heart, it need not know…
That what passes through the light,
Never ever seems just so…
Having fragmented, into multiplicity…

And the colours, that then emerge
Speak the truth, they know.
O My heart, dear heart, fear not.
For we hold the patent, to that shining mask.

16 April, 2017

Day#16 of #NaPoWriMo 2017, National Poetry Writing Month, 2017


A Teardrop’s Trail

The purest drop
Of emotion-
That, which comes
From the deepest empathy.

From the burning innards
Of the softest part of you.
One that can withstand
A hundred horrors
And yet find
Moist, nourishing feeling.

That nurtures,
That cherishes,
A part of you
That gives unabashedly.

That purest drop
Comes not
When you look without;

But within.

16 April, 2017

Day#15 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017