She gave way for you,
Hard time breathe for you,
Sleepless nights for you,
Under the blooming sun for you,
In the sobbing rain for you,
With her saggy body 'cuz of you,
Stifling and reshuffling her melancholy 'cuz of you,
Trapped in a room lit with arrogant love 'cuz of you,
In the state of feminine violation just for you,
Tied in her weary back for hours just you,
She screams when prey, to hurt come to you,
She calls every moment to know haven is for you,
She is always here for you,
Ever mother, ever mother for you.
Breaking down the barriers
That propped us up this whole time
Decomposing our identity down to the studs
As contemplating our next mountain to climb
Shattering our version of self
Loosening what was tightly wound
Refreshing to start seeing the whole picture
Discovering what we thought could never be found
Rightly reshuffling the deck
Rebuilding today better than before
Purposefully putting the puzzle back together
Realizing that some of the pieces don't fit anymore
But the story doesn't end there
While certain parts no longer align
It clears the space for fresh beginnings
Unlimited options ahead to mold our new design
We each have a unique identity
Alteration is hopeless
The enigma is a conundrum
With the option of reshuffling
You cannot fight a fire
through an amazing sight to behold
In a completely emotional manner
Often, I would just stroll across vast deserts
Simply stay away from you
Yes, I will not have it any other way
I hope my eyes express all I can't say
Written: November 17, 2022
Surfacing from troubled dreams
becomes a hasty reshuffling of plausible realties.
One by one, flimsy fibs are tested,
then grudgingly rejected as improbable.
There are always reasons to arise
and remain perpendicular
even though we may be still following
a horizontal dysfunctional track or trace.
Time to chew over a few words,
let flow the in-the-know and bluff
until enough is done, said, published,
bruited abroad, proclaimed
as a hear-ye ambulating truth.
Proclamations and declarations,
that indeed we are all here
listening to each other
explaining away our on-going
disorderly mental ponderings -
for of course,
psychoanalysis is far less revealing
that our daily abstracted, distracted,
rambling perambulations.
What rules do you decide to break,
What are the rules you throw out?
What are the rules that you ignore,
The rules that you openly flout.
Sort of slowing down for stop signs,
Then speeding to the amber light,
Are you the one to play music up loud,
Throughout the entire night.
Do you play poker, for money, at home,
And share around the weed,
Reshuffling life’s deck that was dealt,
Unlocking your mind to be freed.
Breaking rules is fine, ok, it’s no big deal,
When it simply gets the job done,
The finger pointers need to lighten up,
Realising rules should never just stop the fun.
Inscrutably solid in multi-shapes and colors
Prisoner of itself sitting Buddha-like forever more
Gazing mother earth reshuffling her pets
As mighty and small moan to subtle strokes of death
Slayer of Goliath, though David stole your praise
In twelve, you symbolized the twelve tribes of the Jews
But upon your historical landmark
They never treasure you like the ark
For Rick Praise's contest: "Stones"
I was tired of reshuffling the stars
in silent night.
Will you come and stay with me
for a while? I will give you
my light years to reach the hurting valley.
Sit down beside me
and rest your head on my drooping shoulders.
Together we will cross the dark river
of doubts conversing with fireflies.
You are carrying my unborn children
in your deep thoughts.
Flesh, blood and bones
pain between the ribs
and arrhythmic throbs.
Small pebbles on the beach
we are dreaming an ocean in our eyes.
Waves are high and wind is strong.
We are ready to drink the blue sky.
SATISH VERMA