Tag Archive | soul

106. The future is here

When does the future occur, 
Tell me when?

When does this present moment
Come to its end? 

When does time
Stop and stand? 

When will we walk
Hand in hand?

©Brindology 2014

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104. Life is short

Life is short. 

How often do we hear this?
Sometimes death etches a scar so terribly deep that no amount of rain can wash it away. 

Life is short. 

Love, just love. 
Love others. 
Love yourself. 
We come into this world alone and we leave it alone, but we are not alone while we are alive. 

Please be kind to one another and to yourself. 

Remember, life is short.

©Brindology 2015

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102. The child sees it all

the husband, the wife
the father, the mother 
once there was love
now they’re just strangers

the child watches them
with anger and disgust,
for they’ve broken her trust
and turned love to dust

they were having a fight –
her first memory,
when they’re finally gone 
is that all that she’ll see?

consumed by such hate
bitterness is their fate,
they say that they care
but they curse and they swear

there is no end in sight
no end to this strife 
the father, the mother
the husband, the wife 

©Brindology 2017

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100. Death mask

This is my death mask.
I can no longer see who I am.

She sits beside the water,
Looking down at her reflection.
Fingertips break the stillness of the water.
Her face travels to the edge,
Close to her feet. 

Ripples aren’t always silent.

The flowers fall slowly 
Yet the tree remains standing in the distance.
One moves,
The other does not.
The child goes far,
Beyond the travelling footsteps of the father.

Ripples aren’t always silent. 

The water is still once more.
She turns away from the dark pond,
And looks to the sky.
Merciless sunlight bathes her face.
She struggles to stand.
Pausing,
She breathes deeply,
Resting her hands on the wet soil for comfort.

This is my death mask.
I wish I knew who I’ve been. 

©Brindology 2017

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98. Yesterday 

There’s a soft breeze blowing this evening,
And it lifts your brown eyes from your book to steal a glance at me.

The way you look at me gives me a thrill.

I act unperturbed,
Barely concealing the quickening blush that kisses my cheeks.
Dare I forget the smile on your lips?

I hear the leaves fall. 
I see a shadow fall over the sun.
I sense your footsteps beckoning.

This momentary shyness fades.
You’re just a stranger amongst the trees. 
I hum a broken tune but you interrupt me. 
I look up, startled at the familiarity of your voice.

How long has it been?
I failed to recognise the curl in your hair,
The way your hands held a book,
The storm you always brewed in my heart.
Hadn’t I changed enough?

How long did you sit there,
Knowing who I was?

Your words don’t register,
I only hear your voice.
I smile an old smile. 

And just as quickly as you walked over,
You now walk away;
I stop myself from calling out your name. 
I see you fade into the distance and my smile disappears, disappointed.

My tea is cold. 
The sun begins to set,
It is time for her rest.
I gather my things –
Thoughts and book and purse.

Someone comes quietly to sit beside me. 
I smile my old smile, again. 

©Brindology & Arun Rosiah 2016
Original image by Arun Rosiah

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97. Plea

Let me speak
Whilst I still have my voice, 
Let me live
Whilst I still have the choice
To wake up each morning 
And lift my head up high
To stand on my feet
And spread my wings wide. 

My life is too short, 
This life can run dry, 
This life can just wither
And silently die; 
Yet my life is a blossom, 
Even though it’s fragile, 
My life can give hope,
A reason to fly. 

So let me sing
Whilst I can, 
Let me dance
With that man, 
Let me be
The very person I am;
Let me love, 
Let me live, 
Let me shine in this land, 
Let me breathe,
Let me think,
Let me speak
Whilst I can. 

©Brindology 2015 

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94. Walk in my shoes 

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would you hear what I hear?

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would you comprehend my fear?

If you could see what I see, 
Would you understand me?

If you could walk in my shoes,
Would your judgment disappear?

©Brindology 2017 

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