Different Emotions
Cucumber with Sugar and Miso on top of Rice – I saw this recipe for the first time in the anime Barakamon, and then started craving it everytime I rewatchee it. Barakamon means energetic one, and it is one of my most favorite anime/manga. It is about a calligraphy genius named Handa Seishuu trying to get past his insecurities and living a simple yet busy … Continue reading Recipes + Poem – Cucumber with Miso
Here it starts, my love Are you ready to stand – through my version? Let me take you through The lands of retribution That will break you into pieces. It starts with a creek And the leaves Gliding in solace It shows your memory Filled with glee And people all surrounding, It was those days With flowers all blooming And Periwinkle so blinding A million … Continue reading Inner Conflict
A lush green Thoroughly undisturbed And the bleeding gold Seeping through the crevices Blue and grey – An elongated spine Rising into the sky And a million hands, Comforting the spring Besotten shades of life. The nightgales singing With the rising tides, On this stone encased land The mellow music Sparrs with the wind And with mountains to cross We lie with the Dew ridden … Continue reading Spring rising
Isn’t it beautiful? Every emotion that passes by A moment to recognize You’re still alive. It’s too short, We are often told Live a life without regrets And yet, we question A simple task, to touch To speak, it’s undefined Yet within a simple moment A constrain forever bound. A million moments To break out soul Yet within the swirling dark Resides a clawing creature … Continue reading Radar
Indeed as we pass by, Forging conversations Within and with you, Side by side Growing old, and the heart Drawing a little closer; A million ways we define each other – Smiling and with no expression, Frowning and a little self conscious, A childish glee To grasp at each straw It’s the opposites, yet again. I see The warming sun Glistening in your soul, The … Continue reading Beauty
Reflection She’s treading. In this weave of sparkling Laughter, we walk alongside, Baiting disasters. When the silence Was a melody that wanders The soul of mortals, parched, The company of a few Bequethes the gloom with a spark. On the side, it remains. The cynicist in every word The doubt in each smile, The broken parts Scorched with mellifluous Words. Its the reflection Caught between … Continue reading Reflection
His eyes were liquid honey Blazing and brimming awake; ‘Twas twilight reflected on his gaze. She stares away, in a daze Instincts clouded and lips locked away, Memories clouded and muddled. This familiar haze…. But, there it stays, The raging storm From a time before dawn. Yet again, the familiar emotions Grips the saint; so silence, Please, let me tame the devil. Let the ugliness … Continue reading Haze
Burning to fly, Rising from the ashes And learning – With each fall, Pleading with the next one To rise. In the darkest Hour, with each twilight Bust into flames And be reborn, More alive Than destiny claims. Poet’s note: Dear reader, have you ever sat in a darkened room and just crying yourself? Hopeless? People say it makes you stronger, eventually. For now, I’ll … Continue reading Phoenix
Fill my heart with this feeling That encaptures the broken pieces. I saw the clash of contraries, A melding not mixing Of the light and dark; A powerful symphony. Hollow and content, Wandering till twilight Hoping the answers will suffice. Beautiful, as it wrecks the cynic; What am I to make of existence? Poet’s Note: Have you ever been stuck in crossroads due to simple … Continue reading Discovery
Wandering, this summer She spent wavering. This city is a mystery That I cannot fathom; It’s a breath of fresh air And turmoil at heart, It’s like his touch leading you While his mind is afar. A clash of the past and the present, Her mind is yearning While the numbness haunts Her reasoning. Do you roll with it or Do you walk away? Do … Continue reading Yearning
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