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87. Footsteps near the dying 

Be still for a little longer, please. 
Let me walk in the fragrance of your breath
And the shadow of your death;
My footsteps will no longer awaken you,
I promise you.

If I may only remember you for a little while more,
I shall keep a piece of you with me forever, 
Enshrined deep within my heart. 

You never knew how ardently I loved you. 

(Rest in peace, David Bowie.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

86. Of so long ago 

She was beautiful, long ago. 
She had a carefree smile and she swung her hips seductively as she walked.
He couldn’t ever take his eyes off her. 

That was a long time ago. 

Now, they sit beside each other like strangers, unable to bear the sharing of their common breath.
No words fill the space between them. 

She had grown inwards, unable to comprehend the loss he was experiencing.
She was still beautiful; but he couldn’t see her face anymore. 

©Brindology 2015 

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

85. And Death did come

And Death did come today. 

And Death may not bring with him the absence of pain.

And Death may not heed our cries, 
Nor look us in the eye,
But with a scythe so sharpened on the necks of the ones gone before
Remove us from the misery of life. 

And Death may come tomorrow,
No, he most certainly will. 

(In memory of Alan Rickman.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Someday

84. Holding on

I stand here holding this rope
tightly,
right here,
alone.
Nobody stands beside me.

I look into the distance and see nothing.
I turn around,
but there is only darkness.

I know Birth holds one end
and Death, the other.
Which way do I go?

I’m too afraid to let go and I’m not sure if I’m going in the right direction.
I’m afraid to let go,
I don’t want to lose my footing and fall.

This rope is all I have.

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Cling

83. Dance into the dream

The end stands here
Where the beginning was once,
Our paths might never meet again,
So let us just dance.

Our past doesn’t always stay the same,
Every moment changes it at once,
Tomorrow might never really get to breathe,
So this might be our only chance.

The end is here
Where the melody has played more than once,
Come, let us drift into yesterday
Even though we never began our dance.

©Brindology 2015

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Daily prompt: Uneven

82. Captain of my own ship

I see the blue waves
Coming at me

I know there’s misery
Waiting for me

I wait for minutes
To pass me by

I know this moment
Will have to die

I don’t need answers
Don’t need a how or why

I see the horizon
And the sun is high

I keep my head up
Can’t you see

I know the blue waves
Are coming at me

Listen
Listen
Listen
There’s a sound of hope
A song that’s meant for you and me

Listen
Listen
Listen
There’s tomorrow coming
A better day for you and me

I see blue waves
Will they keep me afloat
Can I trust them to cradle me
Like a mother only can

I see blue waves
Will they keep me afloat

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Float

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