Tag Archive | life

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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117. Vanilla

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

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

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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110. Awakening

I am living on borrowed time,
I should be dead, I fear;
I am living when I shouldn’t
What am I doing here?
I’ve got a chance to do it right,
To do what matters
To do what’s right,
To step put of the darkness
Into the light,
I’ve got the chance
I’ve got it, all right.
Why was I chosen?
Why was I picked?
To be one of the few
Who had to be sick?
And why was I allowed
To keep walking by,
With my head held high
And my sights on the sky?
Will it all end soon?
Will darkness fall
And snuff out the light,
Throwing me ‘to the night?
How will I know
When the end will come?
How will I know
When Death beats his drum?
I’m always unsure
For I’m not to know
When I’ll shut these eyes,
When I’ll go.
But I see that I’m here,
Standing my ground,
I see it’s my time now
To make my own sound.
My voice needs to speak,
My voice needs to rise,
My voice is my treasure,
My solace, my prize.
My spirit won’t shatter,
My soul will not break,
My mind will not bend
There’s a lot I can take;
There’s still much left in me,
Where do I start?
I am who I am,
I have life in my heart.

©Brindology 2014 & Cassandra Luey
©Original photograph by Cassandra Luey

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109. Holes


There’s a hole in my chest where my heart ought to be 
There’s a hole in my head where my mind ought to be 
There’s a hole in my body where my womb ought to be 
Where’s my soul?
Where’s my soul? 

There’s a silence in this world where sound ought to be 
There’s a violence in this world where peace ought to be 
There’s a grievance in this world where love ought to be 
Where’s your soul?
Where’s your soul?

There’s nobody beside me where you ought to be 
There’s just darkness around me where light ought to be
Let my life have hope as it ought to be 
Make my soul 
Once more whole

©Brindology 2017 & simplyjes
©Original artwork by simplyjes


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108. I am silenced

I am silenced
I am proud woman no more
My naked feet stand on cold grey stone
My eyes are cast towards hell below

My voice is broken
My spirit torn
My shacked feet can walk no more
I am a woman forlorn

Dispirited heart
Break no more please
Crushed beyond words
No sound passes my lips

I may die now
You will never know how
Shame is all I have
My head must hang low and bow

Forgiveness is not for me
The lesson cannot be discharged
I am not victorious in this battle
I am prisoner to my heart

©Brindology 2017

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