Tag Archive | dreamypoet

120. Brother

Apr11

2018.04.11

It was a quiet night
The day I found out
My brother had died.

Not a leaf flew
Even though the breeze blew,
Perhaps the trees knew.

I sat on the steps,
Cold brick was the shoulder
I leaned on.
I looked at the sky
Darkening behind them
As they worked on.
I thought and I prayed
That he would be safe
And life would simply go on.
But it happened too quickly
And I didn’t need to hear their words
To know he was long gone.

Their eyes said it all,
I screamed and I cried
And his name I did call.

My brother, my brother,
Was no more, he was gone,
He was gone forever.

©Brindology 2018

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119. Nightfall beckons

Sep20

Let not the night mourn in despair

As darkness snuffs out the flame

Of yellow ochre stains that streak

Quite noiselessly

Across turquoise painted skies.

Let not the silence hold her breath

As wispy clouds circle a silver moon.

Howling dogs call out our names

Quite faithfully

And so our wild hearts sigh.

Let not the inky blackness swallow me whole

For the night is dark, darker than it was yesterday.

The stars are hidden, far away from all light.

I strain my eyes to make out my path.

©Brindology 2017

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118. Like a leaf in the wind

Sep12

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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117. Vanilla

Sep7

The room grows quiet,
the footsteps leave haltingly,
pausing at the door.
Perhaps remembering
words that weren’t said.

Shadows fall tall
on the ground outside.
Leaves drift in a scented breeze.
Vanilla.
A taste of longing so sweet.
A fragrance that pulls
at the heart,
not letting those memories sleep.

The room is quiet.
Even the breath makes no sound.
I strain to hear
the absence of your voice.

©Brindology 2017

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116. All roads lead to home

Sep4

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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115. Remember

Aug31

Remember,

Through it all

You will stand once more

With your shoulders back

And your head held high.

Remember,

Through it all

You will smile once more

With your spirit healed

And your heart will know why.

Remember.

©Brindology 2017
Original artwork by Brinda Naidu

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114. Blanket for dreaming

Aug29

Weave me a blanket,
Heavy and thick,
And lay it over me as I sleep;
Let it protect my dreams from the burden of loss.

A bell tolls far away in the darkened distance.

I keep my eyes shut,
And refuse to surrender to the shattering of hope.

Somewhere, someone’s heart is breaking.

©Brindology 2016

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