Inside hopes flourish
24 January 2016

This body
Holds on desperate
The lost home
Mere memory
Sinking in silver clad dreams
Ocean of glitter
These strong hands
They built blue castles
Scented roads
Lilac words
Forget-me-nots that murmured
Under reddened skies
The minds strings
Latched upon grey beads
Connecting
Reviving
The sprinkled glass of knowledge
That you and I broke
Reaching out
Tendrils spread tender
Remembering
Invading
Spaces blackened by self wish
Thoughts huddled in dark
Ignite spark
I see you within
Where blood flows
Your face glows
Shining echoing through frame
Sustaining my gait
Wizened said
Keep the faith in bloom
Better late
Than never
Forget the count of seconds
The first is trial
Blind wolf wails
Heart in denial
Tiptoeing
Furrowing
Time folding and space bereft
The dust it calls so

The grazed knees
The weight took over
Ticking bomb
Imploded
The shards a landscape of hurt
Heart covered in dirt
Pieces blink
Edge of tomorrow
Timeless brink
Where we sink
Initiation a cross
I carry alone
In dreamtime
I built once a house
Made of glass
And glory
Spent in countless arguments
With me, mine and mind
You hammered
I clung to rooftops
They shattered
Caving fall
The walls the red chimney’s flanks
My insides splattered
Grim inking
We face our regrets
Without shame
Only pain
Surging through the corpses lain
The hope that shines through
Sour faces
The hearts worlds apart
Fluttering
Red inks spots
On blue plains of silence smart
Wincing wish hovers
Free me now
The dust it calls so
Winds tearing
Earth writhing
I have no more seeds to sow
The desert hushes

Fairies died
Chains smashing on moon
She winced once
Every chain
Her blue face in pelting rain
Ropes and souls dragged on
I will walk
Into the dead ends
Where we ride
Nothingness
Double talk a way to spin
Stardust and iron
We are more
Though our hopes run thin
Our hearts beat
In our feet
Journeys of thousand battles
New dreams we will build
Now you know
All that is bonded
Only flies
Together
Shackles one’s own demons’ cries
Come forget all sighs
Build a nest
I will fly through skies
Relentless
Wings flapping
Crossing through dreamtime’s hissing
Darkened lullabies
The sun shines
Where darkness low hides
Cowering
Lowering
Its ink in slow tides
Secrets lark confides
Heart compass
North faces the South
Soundless words
Endless rhythm
And though the dust it calls so
Inside hopes flourish
Reading of the poem :

432Hz The Cinematic Orchestra – To Build a Home
Ludovico Einaudi – Nuvole bianche
Ludovico Einaudi – Time Lapse/Life A4=432Hz
Ludovico Einaudi – Experience
Ludovico Einaudi – Fly 432 hz
Ludovico Einaudi – Run A4=432Hz
Ludovico Einaudi – Divenire
This is an extraordinary post to read for my first visit to your blog. It is sort of an epic landscape of emotions in this lyrical form with a strong feeling of melancholy. It was a great pleasure to read and to view.
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Thank you so much for your visit and appreciation. I am glad you liked it. The form is Shadorma with a set of rules only on the number of syllables.
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so beautiful and innovative… I love reading your poetry… they never fail to inspire me ❤
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Thank you Sanghamitra 🙂
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We should not lose hope and strength of mind because that can make us victorious…someday… 🙂
Wonderfully penned….
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Yes Maniparna 🙂 thank you for reading and commenting
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In all the dark, dust covered places of the heart and soul, there is hope, hanging on at the end. A glorious set of shadorma, Geetha. Just beautiful!
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Thanks Thomas, very right!
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You are welcome 🙂
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So beautiful. It spoke to me on many levels. Thank you.
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Thank you Adele for liking and I am glad you related to it 🙂
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An ode to strength of spirit
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Yes, thank you Derrick 🙂
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You are (excuse my French) FUCKING AMAZING GIRLFRIEND👌🏼 I love your work Geetha Girl💋 G.G. is your nickname now UmmmmmmK 💁🏻❌⭕️❌⭕️
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You’re so funny Lisa. Thank you so much. Some of my friends call me GG (initials for Geetha Gatsby or Giggling Geetha depending on who you ask) but my actual nickname is Blue 😀
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HAHAHAHAHA! So is it okay that I call you GG? How did Blue come about?? Curious, but only if you want to share😉❌⭕️❌⭕️💋
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great piece!
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Thank you Amit 🙂
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You are welcome madam Geetha!
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wow there are so many wonderful images and lines and you used my favorite color repeatedly, blue, which makes me insanely happy, but that’s besides the point. I love how you play with language. “Forget-me-nots murmuring,” and the glass metaphor for knowledge is just brilliant. There are so many more poetic gems in here. I wish I had the time to analyze this wonderful poem properly and give each its due consideration and praise. This poem begs for such an appreciation for its thoughtful creation. You are quite a talented poetess. 🙂
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Thank you Melinda. My nickname is Blue. I am thrilled you liked it as I have grown to know you as a keen observer as well as well versed in alternate realities or fantasy land in terms of fairytales and metaphors. Thanks again for your kind words too 🙂
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Beautiful, Geetha. Such a sense of trying to get on top of emotions that are dragging the soul. I feel a frustration of trying and wanting to understand something and behind hampered by the past and present. Also getting the feeling of being tired and wanting to be free of sorrows that are dragging us down.
Very emotional and expressive.
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Thank you Eric. What an insightful analysis. There is a lot of that as well as interrogations about the future. I believe February and March might be difficult months before the fogs lifts and spring arrives for everyone
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I love your Writings Ma’am.. And the art you select to go with it!!! It’s like revisiting Heaven!!! Genuinely exceptional!!🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼
I just sometimes stop by to admire the art you post!!😉
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Thank you so much. This makes me truly happy and thank goodness for all those lovely artists out there who give us countless choice. Best wishes to you
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Beautiful, Geetha. A reminder that one should not lose hope that there will be love and light after the sorrow and pain. I love your sets of Shadorma 🙂 ❤
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