Biting Into The Morning Sun

Feel an early dawn breeze,
the pre-winter coolness,
see the ruby autumn skies
filled with shades of blue
and hear the chirping of sparrows,
as we sit on the porch
with apples in our hands
ripe, red and succulent.

The Sun, blushing red,
is filled with the sweet emotion
of love towards our mother Earth,
therefore it never ceases to shine,
a symbol of hope and perseverance
for all that’s living.

It’s on the brink
of being fully risen
as we bite into the apples
sweet nectar fills our mouth
like the sweet emotion fills the Sun.

© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2021 All Rights Reserved

Posted over at dverse poetics: Always in Season

It’s hard waking up early under the influence of medicines and not always I can gather up the strength to do so but today I managed to open my eyes before sunrise and decided to have an apple before breakfast, so that’s where this poem came from. I found it very hard to nail this prompt and I think I’ve done a poor job at it, let me know what you guys think of it.

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Stray Heart

Since you went away, I’m seeing less and less. Each day looks more mundane than the previous one and the nights are dull too. The wind, sunsets and rains have lost their charm. I’m chasing less and less rainbows.

Oh! here I go again, making another compromise–yeah I can do without poetry, no one seems to like it anyways except myself and after all, poetry starts with seeing and I’m slowly getting blind. Deaf too, I can’t hear what this silver singing river has to say or what my own pounding heart has to say.

All things are fading or is it me who’s fainting? Senses getting numb, going back, back into your arms, back to trying making some sense of it all–waiting for the inspiration to strike, for a rainbow to form in the sky so that I can chase it. You call me pathetic for waiting, for choosing to be sensitive instead of strong. But I don’t mind, ‘cuz you are the only one I can cry to, you are my sunshine–the meaning and substance of all my poems.

~Jay, 1/09/2021

When I Walk.. (a sonnet)

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Sonnet XVIII, William Shakespeare
When I walk upon this sandy sea shore,
Leaving behind the prints of my bare feet,
Got nowhere to go; not a single chore,
Then I begin to collect your piece.

Like footprints on the sand; you're fleeting too,
Fleeting like this sunset at horizon,
I try to draw you; knowing I'll lose you
like sand through hands. You're dancing on and on.

Dancing so swiftly on the Nature's beat,
Blackbirds follow you but you dance not caring,
Hands waving free; silhouetted by the sea,
My feet are getting wet as the tide comes in.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
so long lives this and this gives life to thee.

~Mrityunjay Dixit

Hide & Seek

Vacancy
We can see
Seeker can’t see
Roses count down from ten
While lilies hide in the garden.

© dixitmrityunjay, 2021. September heart-to-hearts

Square Poem: Birds Flying Above

Birds flying above the golden temple.
Flying crows are cawing in sky.
Above are the twilight shining stars.
The cawing twilight, a rosy sunset.
Golden in shining rosy summer evening.
Temple sky, stars sunset, evening birding.

To know more about square poem click >here<

© dixitmrityunjay, 2021. September heart-to-hearts

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