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Nature Shows the Way

The sun never says he will not shine,
see how he lights up the earth.
The moon is not shamed in borrowing sun’s light,
so witness how she beautifies the night.
The ocean has no qualms in loving the full moon,
and do we hear the roar of climaxing waves!
The rose never says it will not bloom,
see how its fragrance removes the gloom!
A caterpillar never shies from striving,
and watch how it gifts us a butterfly!
A bird never vows to stay in the nest,
so behold how it soars in the sky!

But a poet sometimes chooses to not write
and he lets the wrong hide what is right.
A fighter of a man may choose to not fight
and prevent the dark world from seeing light.
A dancer hides her feet under the cloak of shame,
and blocks the world’s joy reserved in her name.
An artist doesn’t paint, bound by money game,
and leaves untouched a fortune of his own fame.
A lover stops the grand beauty of his own romance
and keeps the world away from an orgasmic trance.

Nature shows the way to joy,
but do we have the eyes to see?
It tells us the story of beauty,
but where are the ears that can hear?
It shows the glory of living our purpose,
but where are the hearts that are open?

To Acceptance

Acceptance, a silver lining of hope

Shines on the overcast sky of anonymity.

Acceptance tumbles up like bubbles,

Floating on the thick broth of negation.

Hope is the new dream of salvation

We hug tight, like golden leaves

Falling before the snow.

We are all worn off branches,

Old skeletons hanging in cold streets.
So long, death!

Do leave us, clinging to a new life,

Do let the light of dawn

Enter our rooms as kindly visitors.

Acceptance is the Fairy Godmother waving her magic wand,

We follow her, with tailor-made clothes, smiles and steps

With custom-made music and melodies

To the wishes of warmer times.

I drift away from this room, away from

The last corpse of rejected mess.

Acceptance is my winged chariot,

I hop and skip my failed, belittled days.

I soar, I sparkle, I am one

With the lilac and honeysuckle of hope.

Footnotes: Sharing this tiny, fledgling tinge of inspiration that comes with being accepted and embraced by some, amidst challenging times of rejection and apathy. A toast raised to the unexpected acceptances, an assurance that a silver lining of hope is waiting at the end of the road. And yes, though this poem is written in July, it holds special meaning now, after being accepted to the International community of Destiny Poets 🙂




You say it and i have it
In my mind
Good or bad
Real or unreal
My mind never knows
It just knows to take in
Words just words
With a meaning of its own
word bounce from mind to mind
who absorbs the word
everybody just spits the word
as a poison
god knows when a word earns
true value
this should be true learn of a word