Tag Archive | nature

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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111. Across the waters 

I looked across the waters today,
Hoping to see your face again.
I heard only the wind blow
And the falling of the cold rain.

When did you leave me,
Why did you go away?
Why did you stay silent 
When we had so much to say?

I wait every day of my life 
To taste your lips, my love,
To see the sunrise in your deep eyes,
And to thank the stars above.

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2017
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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65. On a moonlit night 

Night.
You’re here once again.
Your blackened countenance gazes upon me as I close my eyes.
My memories belong to you.

In my dreams, your look is inscrutable;
I know not what you think of me.

Night,
Will you bring me peace?
Will you lie beside me,
Watch over me
And chase the nightmare away?

Will you let an all-consuming sleep be my bedfellow once more?

I hear footsteps beyond my door.
The voices travel far to reach my ears.
I imagine they talk about me.
Yes, me.
Sad little me,
That nobody else talks about.

The footsteps walk away
And a silent pause stays behind.

No, I do not hear the heartbeat anymore.

Night.
Shall I lean back on my pillow?
Shall I allow you to embrace me with the wickedness of your depth and surrender to your breathing?

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2016
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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58. Afternoon storm 

Falling leaves herald the coming of the storm.

The scent of rain brings a crisp freshness to the busy afternoon air.

I look up and I see you standing at your window.
Do you see me?
Will you even recognize me now?

Has it been too long since we last danced in the rain?

©Brindology 2015

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44. Night tree

This is my night tree,
The tree that stands alone in the dark,
Never moving,
Never leaving,
Always seeing
The things that move in the dark.

This is my night tree,
The tree that has no leaves,
Only scars that line its face,
Always still,
Always silent
Not making a sound in the dark.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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26. Myself

Come on over here and take your shoes off.
Let the grass tickle your feet gently.
Is it stinging your soul?

Breathe in deeply and smell the joy in the flowers
as they lift their faces to the rains and dance oh so daintily!

You can dance daintily too.
Go on. Do it.
No one is watching.

Taste the water that’s
Falling from the sky.
Does it taste familiar to you?
Is it salty?
Think back to the time when you first tasted it.

Free your senses.
Let them caress you.
Let them envelope you.

But stop just awhile…
Do you hear that noise?
Or is it just you breathing?

©Brindology 2004

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