Poetic Stories

like

water

like

breathe

like

rain

I need you

The rhythm is always the same:

hard to get up doesnot depend on

how the night has been:

in the company of lady insomnia

or as a peaceful sleep.

That first thought popping up then

as i enter my kitchen is fed by

that sweet , sweet melody which

resembles a swinging blues: coffee!

Each morning i sip half a gallon

without any problem and i notice it

helps me to settle the day's calendar;

duties....oh no!

This poor soul has no particular holidays

this year and consolation i find in the fact

that i am not the only one.

Just as i wander off into other unpleasant

thoughts the magic odour of coffee knocks

at my nose's door asking for another cuppa

and i surrender with a smile.

some time

had gone by

friends of yours

asked me why

as you were such

a great girl

& yeah was all

i could say

that i was

not enough for her

all that self doubt

she held in spades

dark pit of despair

meant my care

would be never enough

any loving i gave

just kept on disappearing

into that dark hole

so if i gave up

on that great girl

all of that was

upon me because

i was not enough

the day begins

with quiet time

training myself

not to get

shot out of

the cannon

it's a struggle

to defeat instinct

with mindfulness

the dragons

impatiently await

their slaying

while daily expectations

hover like planes

circling O’Hare

yet I find the strength

to close my eyes

to listen to the sounds

of the natural world

I need my days of rest,

How else would I get mad,

How else would I feel wholly hollow,

Or supremely sad?

See if work is what fulfills me,

Then the rest must all be low,

And even if that isn't true,

how good or bad is fake really?

It certainly has made things more difficult

as had to be expected

What news is real, why to lie all the time?

So many fingers steering the wheel

can never be wise

decide for yourself? - maybe

If it smells of racism, prejudice,

propaganda, you ought to be wise enough

to see through it, but - not always

and the battle of who is more clever is

getting fiercer "thanks" to artificial intelligence

what can we do?

I'd say: enjoy life and try not to panick,

just avoid obvious nonsense

that's all, for now

I've seen so many people

try to put melancholy

on a pedestal.

There is nothing romantic

about depression;

it is toxic

as the bile in the guts

of those who feel they need

to eat themselves

to stave off starvation

for a day or two.

There are indentations

on my wrists

from handcuffs and the absurd;

I am not consistent.

I am an infinite amount

of heroes,

villains,

and bystanders

that are just trying to be patient

with one another

before the world they share

decides to ride itself of them

I remember crossing the

black Volga as a little child,

a river of whispers, ghosts

dancing in the mist that rose

as from a cook pot.

Nothing like this brown beast,

the Mississippi, ghosts screaming

rage over barely seen eddies,

logs dotted with spike-shelled

turtles. Alligators waiting

below.

We crossed on a bridge made of

rust and wishes, my whimpering

prayers to whatever spirits the

Volga might spare to save her

come into the darkness

where lights shine brightest

the stars and the music align

body language does define

the dance and the jubilation

exuberant spiritual movement

pulsing passion upon the floor

everybody in the groove moving

we only come out at nighttime

hungry for those laser beams

glimmering colored rays . . . .

shimmering on the darkest days

welcome to club sanctuary

feel free to slip inside the haze

euphoric throbbing temple

electric vibes, the place is crazy

you'll be spellbound, amazed

☆☆☆☆☆

join in the frenzy

buzz of dizzying fireflies

flickering and dancing

feel your wings take flight

let the wind lift you

allow you to float amid clouds

blue upon blue on blue

infinity has no destination

only an imaginary station

living in the back of minds

the gold and poems

such, sublime finds

we dance into the lights

freedom is all of these nights

fun and hope and guidance

illuminations in the dark

what a . . . such a bright idea

we shine . . . because we can

☆☆☆☆☆

I know this is your game

Because I know you envy me

And want to dominate it

But remember one thing

God never sleeps

And everything you do to me

There will definitely be a reward as time goes by

I won't repay you

Because it's none of my business

You think I'll be sad after you do that

The queen won't cry

Neither will I

In fact, I ignore you

I don't care about you

cruelty can hit hard

always picking on somebody

to see their confusion

to drive them into exclusion

often because that is what they fear

themselves most of all

bullying is a horrifying, sophisticated

kind of cruelty

making one feel out of place

cruelty can take you by surprise

when exhausted misplaced soldiers

abuse whomever or whatever they meet

out of pure frustration

however , cruelty is not always to be seen

as rejectable

" the goal blesses the means", even if

brutal

however sad that sounds

I ask myself every time

Will I still love rain

if I've to go outside?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Prolonged rain!

for a couple of days.

People are complaining

Problems- they are facing.

Clothes don't dry

Water gets logged

Some diseases got caught.

Waiting for the sun

to stop playing peek-a-boo

wishing the sun shines

without warm loo.

Still I'm wishing for

Prolonged rain

to wash away all the dusts

to wash away all the greys

to hide all the tears.

It'll take some time

So maybe