The Celebration

Year wraps inside
white flutter covers tracks left by despair
snowflakes at liberty to define equality

As we go to sleep expecting to wake up to a brighter tomorrow

Curtains rise once
to mark the now for life remains a celebration
– sweet contentment

A break in the Country

A break in the Country

Note: It’s been a year, like others! So, as we wrap up, I’d like to express my sincere gratitude for your support and encouragement as I grow as a writer. Thank you very much.

Beginning of next year promises to be a busy one for me. And so, I’m taking a break and leaving you with a promise of a fresh poem in March 2017. Happy Holidays and Best Wishes for the New Year to you all!

I’m also linking the poem to Prompt Nights in celebration of Sanaa’s upcoming birthday, “Round hour of dawning blush, come blow me a wish…”

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A Quilted Memory

“Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories.”

Flakes fall―
a spectacle through the window
warm glögi cupped between my hands
ember coals in the room give way to the glow in your eyes
defying echoes of impossible dreams to relive a day under the African sun
where we took our first long kiss; a beginning of a lifetime journey to the moon up my world

…lighting up my world

Song choice: The Impossible Dream by Andy Williams

– process note: this piece is for our upcoming wedding anniversary on Dec 6th. It always feel as if the whole country pauses to celebrate with us, only but of course, it’s also Finland’s Independence Day. It’s a day of double celebration in our home!

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The Mortal Declined to Define

“A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.” ~ Oscar Wilde

I wonder what my face is
for I straddle both worlds with equal measures
of inhibition and boldness;
one foot on memory and the other on imagination
as I ride mystery of life into the sunset

Illustration from a colouring book, Enchanted Forest by Johanna Basford. Coloured by yours truly.

Illustration from a colouring book, Enchanted Forest by Johanna Basford. Coloured by yours truly.

The poem is in response to Prompt Nights, “When diving into the possibilities of Role Reversal”. Take note of the imperfect image above refusing to fix into the box!

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Winter enfolds my many faces
soothes scars left by scorching words
darkness a refuge.
But come spring―
call me by any name
and I will let go of dead weight
shed offended mask
to stand exposed my many faces

Image Courtesy: A Dash of Sunny

Image Courtesy: A Dash of Sunny

Note: The poem is in response to Sanaa at Prompt Nights, “Life is a masquerade. You never know might be hiding behind a mask or facade.”

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A Brighter Tomorrow

Barely conscious, and
halfway through brushing teeth
we realise – a brighter tomorrow has come

Note: Sanaa at Prompt Nights (she is wise) knows that there so much to say but wants us to keep it brief, nonetheless, “Brevity’s the flower that contends not with bunch, rather it blooms”.

But I will add: “With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.” ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

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