Scribblings under Influence

Scars

These scars can remain in my heart

For long as they pay the rent

Their security deposit is tears I never spent.

Eye to eye

The eyes of the eagle

Eyes of the baby snake

One sees from the mountain

One waits in the break

One hunts with honor

One hides till it strikes

Both born to survive

But with different lives

A beautiful Memory

The water moved through

The beautiful rocks, touching

Small plants and stones on its way.

Everything bathed and began

To shine in the blissful sunlight.

What a scenic memory—

What beauty, to exist

On this beautiful Earth.

Park visit

Quiet little park, clouded in grey

Trees cold and dead, like thoughts kept at bay

The benches remember, though no one remains

Only silence responds when you whisper your pains

A swing sways softly—not from joy, but from time

Like a childhood forgotten, or an unfinished rhyme

The leaves are old truths we once tried to ignore

Now scattered reminders of what we were before.

Cold Need

Temple cold.

God cold.

Air cold.

But in the stillness, we remain.

We seek warmth in what’s absent.

The silence speaks of what we need.

Fading Echoes

The sand in the air,
A trace of your hair,
Sunset like fire,
Burning with quiet desire.

The ground splits in sighs,
Heat dances in lies,
Your shadow runs thin,
Wearing silence like skin.

The wind hums a tune,
Of a love lost too soon,
A mirage I still chase,
Through the ghost of your embrace.

The stars lose their glow,
As if they too know,
The secret we share,
Fading into the air.

The night stretches wide,
Whispers I cannot hide,
I reach for your touch,
But it’s never enough.

The ocean roars low,
A rhythm I know,
A heartbeat, a beat,
That we once used to keep.

And the moon, hanging high,

Watches my heart as it cries,

For a love that won’t stay,

And a past swept away.