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81. Going far away from here

I could be a bird
Yes, me.

I could fly away
Just free.

Fly over lands
Deep blue sea.

Fly far away
Being me.


Standing at this juncture
Let the past die.

Ask no questions
Needn’t know why.

I’ll forget the hurt
Leave it all behind.

And if I do fall
I’d get up and try.


I could be a bird
Yes, me.

I could fly away
Just free.

Fly over lands
Deep blue sea.

Fly far away
Being me.

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Crossing

80. Together

I would give up all the blue skies
For that one moment with you,
I would give up all the daffodils
For that one kiss from you,
I would give up all my words
For that one song with you,
I would give up all my days
For that one breath with you.

You could be my sunlight
When my sun is gone,
You could be my tomorrow
When today is done;
You could be my happiness
When I’m feeling down,
You could be my miracle
Keeping my feet on the ground.

What would you give up
If I spent a moment with you?
What would you dream of
If I gently kissed you?
What would you say
If I sang my song for you?
What would you want
If I shared my breath with you?

Would I be your sunlight
If your sun were gone,
Would I be your tomorrow
When today is done;
Would I be your happiness
When you’re feeling down,
Could I be your miracle
And keep you safe and sound?

You gave up all the blue skies
For that one moment with me,
You gave up all the daffodils
For that one kiss from me,
You gave up all your words
For that one song with me,
You gave up all your days
For that one breath with me.

You gave it all up, didn’t you,
Just for me?

©Brindology 2014

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Daily prompt: Gone

79. Listening to the dream

The afternoon is hiding behind the evening sun,
Far away from your eyes and mine.

Where did your feet take you today?
Did you walk down the familiar path or venture down the cobbled walkway,
Tripping over jutting scars,
Scraping your knees on painful memories?

Where lies your purpose?

What dreams do you harbour deep inside the silence of your heart?
Remember your voice,
And mine.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu

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Daily prompt: Interior

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

77. A love to hope for

I never said it would be easy to love me,
I did say it you’d find it easy to lose me.

This isn’t my apology,
This isn’t me saying I love you,
This isn’t me laying my heart open for you.

Whether you’re coming or going,
Don’t say a word.
It doesn’t matter anymore,
I’m not looking back.
Save your words;
Keep them for another day
For somebody else to hear.

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Hopeful

75. Sidewalk

I’ve walked on it,
I’ve stepped off it,
I’ve fallen flat on my face;
I’ve picked myself
Right off the ground
And kept walking on with grace.

©Brindology 2013

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Daily prompt: Ovation

74. Empty corner

the corner where you once were is now empty.
only silence fills that space.
did death come gently and hold you tenderly in his arms as you drifted off to sleep?

i shall sit here and wait for this moment to pass.
the sun has come up and let us all see how amazing you were.

the radio keeps playing.
the same old songs are there.
but this pain still cuts like a knife.
i loved you.
i love you.

you stopped my tears,
all these years,
especially when I was so scared.

i won’t let them tell me that i’m not strong.
i will not go back to being lonely.
i’ll be alive,
i won’t give up this fight.

(Dedicated with love and gratitude to George Michael. Thank you for the comfort of your music all these years. Rest in peace, my first Greek love. Xx)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Retreat

73. Memories 

My mind has shielded these precious memories from their eyes.
What was yours and mine has remained just so, a quiet contemplation between us both.

My face has been gazed at most lovingly by your heart all this while.

The moments we held hands,
The secrets we whispered into each other’s breath,
The tears which fell from my face to yours…
These were our private moments.

But as I write these words, our shared existence drifts into another world,
and they begin to see us with eyes opened by the discovery of a new perspective.

Do I still look the same to you?
I wonder if your perfume still holds its sweet fragrance.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Discover

72. Waiting

After every storm,
came the gentle morning breeze,
wrapping her arms around me and whispering in my ear
the secrets I was not brave enough to hear.

After every storm,
came the hope of a better tomorrow,
the silent lifting of the clouds,
the distant raising of the glass to the sky.

After every storm,
I’ve waited.
And that precious tomorrow has finally become today.

©Brindology 2016


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Daily prompt: Calm

71. My father and I 


Noisy raindrops splash down on the heavy green waxed umbrella.

My father carries me in his arms,
High above the drenched path.
He holds me tight,
He keeps me safe.

From my vantage point I see a colourful world:
Umbrellas in a multitude of rainbows hurry past me,
My head turning eagerly towards the nearest one.

Amidst this adventure, my father calls out to me,
He’s waiting to pop a few more Smarties into my mouth.

His eyes smile back at my grin.

How I wish I could travel back in time to that afternoon.
So much has changed between then and now.
He can no longer carry me;
But I mustn’t forget,
He still holds me tight,
And he still keeps me safe.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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Daily prompt: Enthusiasm