Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, September 19, 2021
serendipity
bring in the conches
bring in the conches
into deep dark woods
spacing oneself
spacing oneself
*And Then The Cookie Crumbled"
*And Then The Cookie Crumbled"
spring is bliss or is it?
bliss
*Call of the Wolves"
famished
holding me to your heart
holding me to your heart
Wednesday, April 21, 2021
room
Thursday, September 26, 2019
Peaks & Deeps
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*Peaks & Deeps*
sunkissed mountains-
what is it you see?
the deep and the high-
why do you sigh?
snow peaks, randomly
scattered trees-
what is it you desire?
the small hilltops
organised farming-
why have we taken over?
the changing colours,
the earthy tones-
who wants to cut into those?
the unanswered questions
are my tears on paper-
unshed on my cheeks
pouring there
"wrapped in nature's warmth,
there is still some hope-
to survive and thrive"
©gautamitripathy26092020

