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118. Like a leaf in the wind

My life is drifting
Like a leaf
In the wind,

Where will I go?

I twirl and dance
With every breath he takes,
I wonder,

How far will he blow?

Sometimes the raindrops
Come to meet me,
I look for them,

Do they know?

They cleanse my heart,
They drench my fears,
They quench my thirst,

Watching me grow.

My life has its
Ups and downs
Most certainly,

Just like yours and so,

Do take my hand,
Let’s dance as one
In the wind,

So silently and slow.

©Brindology 2012
Original artwork by Brinda Naidu

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116. All roads lead to home

The winds blew and we were caught in a storm,

Waves crashed furiously from nightfall into dawn,

We listened to each other speak and thought in our heads

But confusion reigned noisily and our hearts filled with dread.

The road wasn’t paved yet,

The ground was all wet,

The leaves blew into our eyes

Stealing our precious sight.

We soldiered on,

Two by two,

All alone.

Carrying bricks with hands so worn,

One by one,

All alone.

Our duty we did,

Our way back we knew,

When we finally turned back

To look at the city and you.

©Brindology 2017
Original artwork by Brinda Naidu

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98. Yesterday 

There’s a soft breeze blowing this evening,
And it lifts your brown eyes from your book to steal a glance at me.

The way you look at me gives me a thrill.

I act unperturbed,
Barely concealing the quickening blush that kisses my cheeks.
Dare I forget the smile on your lips?

I hear the leaves fall. 
I see a shadow fall over the sun.
I sense your footsteps beckoning.

This momentary shyness fades.
You’re just a stranger amongst the trees. 
I hum a broken tune but you interrupt me. 
I look up, startled at the familiarity of your voice.

How long has it been?
I failed to recognise the curl in your hair,
The way your hands held a book,
The storm you always brewed in my heart.
Hadn’t I changed enough?

How long did you sit there,
Knowing who I was?

Your words don’t register,
I only hear your voice.
I smile an old smile. 

And just as quickly as you walked over,
You now walk away;
I stop myself from calling out your name. 
I see you fade into the distance and my smile disappears, disappointed.

My tea is cold. 
The sun begins to set,
It is time for her rest.
I gather my things –
Thoughts and book and purse.

Someone comes quietly to sit beside me. 
I smile my old smile, again. 

©Brindology & Arun Rosiah 2016
Original image by Arun Rosiah

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94. Walk in my shoes 

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would you hear what I hear?

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would you comprehend my fear?

If you could see what I see, 
Would you understand me?

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would your judgment disappear?

©Brindology 2017 

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Daily prompt: Replacement

93. Take courage 


Know who you lend your voice to,
For you only make theirs louder;
Know who you shut your heart to,
For you only make life bleaker. 

Be not the yes-man,
The one with neither guts nor clear sight;
Please, if you see someone wronged,
Speak up and make things right. 

These waters are no longer still
For the first rock has been thrown,
The ripples are moving far 
Beyond where the winds have blown. 

Don’t you have a conscience?
Haven’t you felt such pain?
Look at what you stand for,
What do you hope to gain?

Know who you lend your voice to,
For you only make theirs louder;
Know who you shut your door to,
For you only make others suffer.

©Brindology 2017 & simplyjes
©Original artwork by simplyjes 

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Daily prompt: Yellow

78. Magic can happen 

We have only this moment between us,
This breath that we share.
But it’s not hard to believe
That magic can happen if we dare.

Be counted,
Stand.
Be seen,
Raise your hand.
Go on, be heard,
Sing.
Be alive,
Be the light you bring.

Our hands are never empty.
Our hearts can always love,
Our lives do matter,
We’re from the stars above.

So be counted,
Get up, stand.
Be seen,
Throw up your hands.
Go on, be heard,
Sing!
Be alive,
Be the light you bring.

We have only this moment between us,
This breath that we share.
But it’s not hard to believe
That magic can happen if we dare.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Hopeful

66. Angels

Do you believe in angels?
Hovering around you,
Wings coated in gold?

Do you believe in angels?
Standing beside you,
Making you glow?

Do you believe in angels?
Gently lifting you,
Holding you close?

Do you believe in angels?
Listening to you,
Healing your soul?

©Brindology 2013

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60. Candle

Blow out the light
and let the seconds pass by
as my eyes grow accustomed
to this darkness.

Silence is frightening,
when blackness morphs
into shapes I fail to recognise.

Strike another match.
Let the sharp scent of sulphur sting me
and surround me with light,
once again.

©Brindology 2013

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56. Colour

The colour of your eyes,
The colour of my eyes,
Will never be the same,
For you are you
And I am I.

We are individuals,
Each and every one of us,
Beautiful,
Different,
Unique,
Like night and day.

Our hearts may beat
A shared rhythm.
And blood that looks the same
May run through common veins
But we will each be only
‘Me’.

What you see
Will never ever be
Exactly
What my life shows me.

We can open each other’s eyes
And hearts and souls
But I will remain till my dying day
Stuck in the same body
In which I came.

©Brindology 2006

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46. Empty mind


The open mind isn’t an empty mind,
The quiet mind isn’t the silenced mind,
The falling rain isn’t the tearing of the sky,
My own mind is what I’m trying to find.

The rain keeps falling outside,
Heavy raindrops hit down hard on the ground.
The trees cast shadows down the hallowed path,
Opening a new way to view the world.

Perhaps this is a journey I must walk alone,
Nobody will know where my path leads.
This new mind I seek will be mine alone,
Free from the past and you.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
©Original image by Joanne Garnell

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