Monica B

#vss365 #conscience #inkmine

Love~
A little word
Four letters
Folded into the silence of the universe
And within its fragile syllables reside lifetimes, eternities, eons
And worlds that have never been born
And worlds that have already ceased to exist

The earth with all its sepia beauty can’t contain it
The oceans, with their ancient languages of tides and moonlight can’t fathom its depths
The mountains, which have stood indifferent to the rise and fall of civilisations can’t explain its endurance
And the universe, vast beyond the comprehension of mortal thought does not know
How much light a single human heart can hold when it falls in love

Love can conceal an entire cosmos of grief within the feeble heart
It can bury oceans beneath a smile
Imprison a thousand unshed tears behind words
And leave not the faintest tremor upon the lips

It amazes me, what would this existence be if we were to deny ourselves the madness of loving?
What would we have understood of God if we had never experienced this emotion?
What would we know of heaven if we had never, even for a fleeting moment, felt its presence in another human being?

That is what love truly is~

The closest a human comes to touching the divine without leaving the earth
To look into another’s eyes and discover life
To feel through another presence, a tenderness so immense
That the boundaries between the sacred and the human begin to dissolve
Is that not, in its own mysterious way, heaven on earth?

And if such an experience must eventually bring us sorrow, should we then refuse it?
Should we deny ourselves the fragrance of a flower because its beauty is temporary?
Should we never look at the moon because it must disappear into daylight?

No!!

I have felt it
I have loved and known the terrible splendour of it
I have touched a glimpse of infinity
I have lived an entire lifetime touched by its mystery in a short span
It has taken me to places within myself that reason has never visited
It has realised me that it is the poverty of a heart that never dared to surrender

I accept love as it is
I want to feel this blessing for a lifetime
I want to be forever moved by an existence
The sacred within the human
To me loving another soul is to recognise something of God
That no scripture could have made me feel

But life, ah, life knows its crueller arts
Beloved may depart
But I won’t let this love die within me
My conscience has made peace with what I feel
I will hum a name upon my rosary
I will beseech the sun to keep his life illuminated
I will kneel in prayer for his happiness
I will wear a mask of smiles
I will walk well composed
I will participate in the rituals of living
And answer when the world calls my name
But within my heart he will remain like my heartbeat
Nothing ends with so called endings
No one can understand
For there is a difference between dying and ceasing to exist
I am surviving
I am breathing
I am living

#haiku

The silent new moon
His footsteps fade in distance
Still my heart hears him

#vss365 #boss #bionicanadian

How humbly I believed in giving
I wrung my entire being drop by drop
Nothing remained
Just the bossy echo of hollowness
I poured my veins into the soil of fragile bondings
And sought to wash the darkness from other’s skies
With the salt of my tears
I peeled away my own skin
To stitch the wounds people carried
Without noticing how my emotions are bleeding profusely
Oh, how was I to know
There lay stones, cold and impervious
Untouched by my hymnal illuminated devotion
And I kept on watering the fleeting affections , barren heart with the remnants of my existence
Strange are the sacred beliefs of love
How it makes a garden of the desert
A prayer of suffering
A pilgrimage of wilting hopes
There I remained
Foolishly waiting in vain
for chrysanthemums to bloom

#vss365 #poevive

She wore her crown of silence
Pale and cold
But spring starves underneath her skin
A hyacinth so soft to behold
Kept all its violet wilderness within

The moon poured sugared dreams upon her night
And taught her heart the heresy of flame
Beyond the iron laws of right and wrong
A nameless, earthbound hunger spoke his name

What is morality
When flesh must mourn
The touch denied by sanctimonious skies?
What virtue lives where every bud is torn
And passion learns to perish, not to rise?

She loved where law forbade the soul to roam
And found in forbidden arms a wayward home

She drank the dark
Without knowing
She would need
The ruthless mercy of a living fire
She surrendered to its beautiful madness
She didn’t ask it to be reasonable
She didn’t seek the wisdom of the world
She let the reasons keep its kingdom
She let reality rewards its borders
She accepted love as it is
Untamed
Inexplicable
A prayer with no promise of an answer
A sacred fire that has the freedom to burn

Her buried longings would not learn to die
For what can morality do to hearts
That crave the earth’s deep truths
Wrapped in satin and silk
And so she smiled beneath the ordinary sun
A queen schooled in the art of being still
While love broke the chains of custom and of will
Let others name it sin, or shame, or blight
She knew the flesh could consecrate the night

PS- This poem is inspired by the prompt #poevive , by @AlmarDeLuna capturing the conflict of DH Lawrence’s ‘Lady Chatterley's Lover’ , especially the starvation of the human spirit and body under the weight of social conventions, the hypocrisy of morality and the redemptive possibilities of forbidden intimacy.
 
Painting- forbidden love by Iman Poorfarokh

#vss365 #poevive #ravenous #inkmine #bravewrite

A new day
With all its glory has arrived
The same marmalade light
Birds’ meditating melodies
Chrysanthemums sway at fences
Winds too are doing their job
I have completed my chores
Sitting
Contemplating
Without any specific thought

The same walls
Wooden statue is at its place
Curtains, properly creased
Hang in their perfect position
Bed linen are wrinkle free
Silence is a bit disturbed by the restless whirring of ceiling fan
Rest everything is fine
I’ve tamed everything except thoughts and memories
Heart bereft of hope
Curled myself in a corner
And staring in the dark

Where I poured my soul
They were too feeble to sit with my illuminated darkness
I understand
Who stops by smoke and shadows?
Just left with
An unusual emptiness
An enveloping grief of dead bondings
A creeping nothingness
That coils around my existence

Have you ever felt stranger in your own body?
No air or water
No word or taste
No earth, air or space
No easy or difficult path
No peace , no wrath
No explanation
No expectations
No desires
I am tired

Here I am
Gullible me
With my loneliness
Equipped with all
My doubts
My complexities
My intricacies
Just me
And my
Ravenous
Loneliness

Art- Miles Johnston @MilesJohnston