inspiration, poetry

Being Alive

Love is all we need. Love can provide the warmth in the biting cold of Oslo winter too. It’s time to live that love and become truly alive.

Like confetti I shine with the sunshine

The Lines

This,

Visceral grief of mine,

Dissolved,

In the fathoms,

Of your oceanic love,

The way,

Are warmed,

These shivering, slender palms,

In the biting Oslo cold,

Wrapped up,

In a cushy woolen glove.

And,

I forget,

To bother,

Whether

The sun had risen today,

Or Have the lily buds,

Bloomed,

In my backyard.

I,

perceive a change,

Within me,

Of not losing my sanity,

In the trap of the demons,

Who plagued my mind,

For eons together,

And crippled my thoughts,

Stole my inner peace,

And my surreal ecstasy.

Finally,

I am free,

Unfettered and breathing.

Yes!Finally,

I am truly alive,

Bursting into,

Colorful Confetti,

Shining with the sunshine beams,

Mingling with my liveliness,

Adding a radiant zest,

To its existence.

ALIVE: LOVE: CONFETTI

poetry, Soulful

Surrealism – The Magenta Blossoms

Dreams are a encounters of a different kind. Sometimes purely blissful, sometimes horrifying to the core. I share one such dream I had last night. What better way than by expressing it in the form a poem.

a hedge of magenta blossoms in my garden

The Lines


Another dreamy encounter,


As I reach in a jiffy,


A far away terrain,
Sun’s radiating gloriously,
A beautiful mesh of rays,
Covering this earth,

Like a bride’s veil,
Beautiful when worn,
And even more beautiful,
When lifted.

A tiny amber boulder,
Near the magenta blossoms,
Invites me to a soirée,
Filled with fantasies,
And
lores,

Of fairies and angels.

The very resplendent sight,

Bewitched me in entirety,

And I sat on the boulder,

Ready to traverse,

A journey beyond a path,

Beyond any destination.

SURREALISM: DREAM: BEAUTY