Spark Poems

within the human bodymind what is the purpose of a spark? a spark ignites- if understood if fired up fierce passion plays upon the face of god- within the heart of god mother/father- light this realm tend this carefully laid-out

I used to have an organ beating, In my chest, rhythmic repeating The self same tunes for eternity; It resides now no longer with me. “Thief, where have you taken it? Even love hath forsaken it, Though the blood within

The noise of a crescent climbs wordlessly. In the night of dew and wind, for its native starless beams- holding the thread of a thought, walking through wall of disbelief. Before and after the murder of a spark; the heart

I want to lean back on you With your arms around my neck The soft kisses and the sweet peck. O for the love of my Angel! I want to be with you. I want to hold your hand, In

It’s close to midnight, My thoughts are taking flight, Averse to my sleepy plight, Restful sleep would be a delight. My brain decides to spark, to ignite, Thoughts cluster like a series of kites, Now I imagine pigeons in tights,

The aroma of cappuccino, Tantalizes my soul, Reverberates through a memory, And resonates in my mind. A cup of coffee brews, Freshens up the mind, igniting a spark, To fall in love with it. A kiss of the cup, It

Dense deep and dark… what does it mark? Think the eyes speak? What do they really seek? Quiet and calm, as if darkness is like a balm.. No shimmer, no shine… is everything fine?? Dark though it be.. Seek search

When depression laugh in my ears Pain and suffering awaits me I take a walk along the sandy beach The purple brightness at the horizon which appears when the sun takes a deep dip in the sea make my mind

When the whole world is busy, the pathway seems so dark; The eyes search for the only one who can light the spark; The heart craves for his presence, wishing for his one call; Wishing if he could hold you

I might not have millions in my bank account. I might not be a person to grace page three of newspapers. I am not a fashion diva nor am I scaling mountains. Then who am I? I am a teacher

I want to sit in the lap of nature, And hear the murmurs of its bosom, Unravel the secrets of the here after, The idle hours, they depart and they come. I want to lie in dark crevices, Within the

And you with me sloped on a crested deep Both swirled in garbs of eastern ochre hue eye viewing eye – the scintillating view to melt within and spring in wistful sleep. The whiff of thawed out selves wilt, wane

Vague log cabins speckle the yawning valley against the rapture of majestic mountains. Narrow pathway snakes up the range, gooseberry shrubs colour the sides of the stony trail that leaves me cold. Squinting against the dead sun chilly winds dampen

An astonishment and a try.. A tear of smile and a happy cry! Sudden jolts and a turnback.. Smooth steps and a rough track! A hope of beginning when end arrives.. When inside the ground a seed strives! How long

Everything starts with a piece of something. But she’s already in pieces so how come? Such a dark journey, she wasn’t telling. A tragic story. Ending— there was none. All was black. She’s not blind, But her hope was. There’s

I walked away through the lonely corridors, The light of the mighty tree of my life faded away. Yet there was a hidden spark of beauty in my heart, Waiting under the shadows of loneliness for you, but you ran

There’s this guy I once knew In the midst of darkness I saw The love we shared just flew How I wish I had chosen you. The story of us isn’t fair It vanished like bubbles in the air The

Marinated Sole, fragrant grains of rice A glass of golden orange with shards of ice Fresh green salads tossed with the desire That the spark of attraction is set on fire The table set with lace and flowers Sparkling crystal

He is an old man now, no longer tall, Shoulders hang, stoop low, as does his head. Hair is sparse, hardly covers his scalp, Teeth are worn, loose, and faintly yellow. Legs once firm and straight, now bowed and shaky.

In my balcony On this full moon night I think of you and decide to write I analyse my things and my life But all my thoughts just end up in a fight You’re my first thought My last thought

That impish sparkle in your eyes I lower mine Feeling oddly shy The creases on your cheeks With every smile Bringing a blush To mine Your name Suddenly a constant In my words Savouring its taste On my lips Your

As my days feel longer and my brittle bones begin to weaken, I drift like the sea, a spark dampened, my mind a dimming beacon. My legs are shaken and my fingers start to tremble, My thoughts are twisted influenced

As these eyes close in prayer Earnest and desperate, hopeful yet scared Despair overcomes hope And anger subjugates faith as I wonder Where’s that spark that sought a miracle? That blessing that shunned all gloom And faith that defeated all

Dear Make up, Make-up make-up oh pretty world you are, Shining on her lips from so far. Oh how hot and cold you can be, Dark for kohl and a rosy blush for cheeks so glee. But darling, darling I want

We are no different You and I I saw your fingers hesitate to pull the trigger on innocent satyagrahis And when you did, you shut your eyes tight You saw me lift the weightless body of my son And when

felt faint inside from the heat of the day I fell down on my knees to pray thought of those memories from a time ago Christmas was spent under the mistletoe hugs & kisses with everything new Pretty pictures pretty

The roses you bring every morning become an interval between hope and ending. Thinking about it, impulsively I contradict God against humanity. Little murder here and there of nihilism, sweet smell of faith, taking any road to reach the climax,

hear my manifesto, dear heart in meditation from late morning bleeding larded beads of sweat a recluse’s hideaway a mobile home sealed against weather drum tight baking in the Florida sun cross legged on the cheap rag mat so thoroughly

Nothing like you I had ever met… The crowning star after sunset… Like unsung silence of wood… Crushed through dove hood… Love is not happiness to survive… It is more than sweet realities of bee hive… Sting is poisonous only

I did not hear the slightest sound, nor did I know if the insect had the ability to request assistance. But I am certain that he wanted out, and if he could speak a language understood by me, one word

The evening twilight covers us, The scent of Lilacs wisp the air. A sensuous musky aroma Draws me to a beautiful woman. Her taut golden body calls, Flowing silken hair, like sun rays. I can not disturb her As I

Fire in the forests Or forests on fire Absolute catastrophe For the flora and fauna Living in there ! It brings untold sufferings To the myriad life forms Ranging from soft green grass To thick bush lines and tough tree

My heart isn’t as strong. But my love is for him. It beats day by day, Until the valleys turn gold, underneath the sun’s glorious rays. I’ll sit in the grass. And I’ll look up at the sky. As I

Part One – KaySee You message me, I respond to you. Just want to hang out, what was I to do? First two days, everything goes great. Presented yourself atop a pedestal, all that’s on my plate. Suddenly your thought’s

Waiting at the station for the train, My little brother asked “WHO ARE THEY?” Oddly dressed, Men on saree’s, Masculine voice, clapping all their way? He looked perplexed.. A spark of astonishment on his face.. Observing them for a while,

They say words are powerful, Coz they are both helpful and harmful. Kind words are inspirational, But unkind are no motivational. Words have power to inspire you, They light a spark that no one can do. Words make you cry

I beg of you to Listen to my heartbeat If not please allow me to keep quiet How can I feel happiness in sorrow whoever feels so let him say so I wonder how the flower she is wearing has

At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted

You looked at me like a firefly Lighting up the night sky Like my bright was a night light In the pits of your psyche You called me a flashlight Ready to expose the rows of evils in the cosmos

Did you not hear the fireworks last night when you kissed me? could you not taste the explosion? oh where was your spark? was it me? Did my teeth not dig deep enough into your collar bones? Did my hands

Drumming in the head Is a tune orchestrating As if the thoughts embodied Gulped in a quick thirst Blended in and synchronized Now Whirling in and out, spiraling A multifarious reel of amusement! Oh! In an unreal ticking of time