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Vintage Sapience

Conscious Avant-Garde Cogitation.

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Poetry

Revelations

I used to

lay awake

at night,

Thinking I was

deep.

Marvelling at

my stories. 

Keeping to

myself

Guarding all

secrets,

Putting up

walls. 

A random

conversation,

Something spilled

out. 

Not a lot. 

Few precious

pearls. 

I know  now. 

I am not deep.

I am

Hollow. 

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Flashback Friday: I knew what died meant.

I knew what died meant.

When my clothes didn’t change
But hers did.

When my smile didn’t fade
But hers did.

When blossomed red some rose
But that wasn’t the color she wore.

I wasn’t the strong one.
But she didn’t falter.

I was just a child.
Scraping memories, time beguiled.

Wrapped in a love so fierce
Under a watchful eye.

But I am still a child.
Pondering about the last time she smiled.

My one, loving for two.
Doing for two. Dying for two.

I don’t hate that
I know what died means.


Image Credits : HyattMoore

Last Glance

Suddenly I whirl
For one last glimpse
But did you see?
We’ll never know, will we?

Drifters of the world
Lovers of the wild,
Once meeting somehow
Guess we’ll never know now.

Stars aligned, we shared a vow
Broken now, wonder how
How did we let go?
Think we’ll never know.

SALONI

Flashback Friday: Death of an Artist

And these walls will never speak again
Because the feet that hung from the ceiling are limp.
Steady now, the hands of paint,
Stands yet another beautiful crimp.


 

Embrace

Infinite cosmic skies
Miles between us,
But every time I melt
In your warm embrace.

With my chin on your shoulder
A whiff of your musky scent
Boundless I can soar
Basking in your veritable pleasance.


 

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Flashback Friday: Pride

At the first touch of your trembling lips
Mine breathe cold ice

Gathering strength
Blues meet the eyes.

No universe can satiate
Drowned souls of love’s frostbite

Two zany imperfect outliers
In this glorious moment bind.


I have been posting some of my very first poetry on this blog with the Flashback Friday series. Now I can reach a couple more bloggers and that brings me immense happiness. This poem in particular is one of my favourites, because the theme is so much more contemporary than my others. The theme is experiencing that moment, the second of infinite love that one can feel with the acceptance and embrace of another. I did not start it that way, but it ended up being very liberating. I’d love to know your thoughts on it too.

SALONI

Flashback Friday: Love

Drink from my ocean, bathe in my calm,
I hold a universe amalgamated in my palm,
My love is like a drop on the dry scorching land,
I can take you around the world…
Here, just take my hand!


 

Perfect Fit

We sat looking over the skies together
The jittery outlines of clouds
silver, streaked with the last of the sun
A lone bird flying off to home.

Our souls belong with the stars
With the vast sea, the mud and the rain
The perfect mix of home and beyond
Tangible, real, soulful, it’s dawned.


 

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Flashback Friday: Ultimate Flight

I look for love, for peace, for rain
A drop that forever quenches my pain
The moment of immense bright white light,
My chance of the immortal ultimate flight.

-Saloni


 

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