On Vacation – India

Photograph by *MSM*

I will try to write, albeit irregularly, sporadically – still I will write.

- Kaosar

 

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tell me, whisper it…
does the sunlight steal you from your listless half-sleep,
running it’s rays down your face
does the light steal from you your half dreams –
in and out of sleep
does the sunlight awaken you into reality or just another waking dream?

- Kaosar

Photograph by LittleLil

 

The Link Between Day and Night – Night and Day

Photograph by La Route

Dusk, is just an illusion, because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are; there cannot be one without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel, I remember wondering to be always together, yet forever apart?

- Nicholas Sparks

 

Breath

What awe this awakens
that’s one’s every breath is closer to one’s last breath
What value every breath must hold
every downtrodden sigh
every passion filled gasp
every intake of surprise
every cry of joy
What, with all these breath – one would be the last
What awe this awakens
What cold, shuddering awe that death owns every last breath of life
What an ease this transition, from one breath to next that life enters death.  – Kaosar

Photograph by jtravism

 

Half Full or Half Empty?

Photograph by anji one

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

- Anaïs Nin

 

If the Wind Kissed Me

Photograph by tavopp

if the wind kissed me
i would fall in love
with a little dew from the rain -
on my lips
so sweet
i would fall…
fall
in love

- Kaosar

 

The rain has not quite stopped…

 Photograph by eva701

It’s as if the heavens opened up today – beautifully, wonderfully… the heavens poured its heart out today.

And I saw it’s agony in glory – heard it’s cry as if it were meant for me.

This was longing unsuppressed.

- Kaosar

 

Spring

Photograph by Jim-AR

The city felt as though it had been washed clean, the rain had finally stopped entirely, and the air was full with the fragrant smell of the onset of spring.

- Amy Ephron, A Cup of Tea

 

Lets…

Photograph by Jessica Morrow

Dance tunes around the moon
Sing bright things to the stars
Lets…
give this night a delight
keepin’ it company till the forenoon
And rollin’ in bed
give morning the excuse,
five more minutes, Love.
You know there ain’t no one but you.

- Kaosar

 

Sandra Cisneros’s Words

Photograph by aziuezmazouz

…In dreams the origami of the brain
Opens like a fist, a pomegranate,
an expensive geometry.

- From “Night Madness Poem” by Sandra Cisneros

 

Rouse yourself for surely life has awaken

PhotographbyRed Shifa zen

When the call first sounds
Of silent stirrings
And all creatures rise
To sing and praise
Are you there to heed it?

When light first shines
Glittered gold
And all of nature bathes itself
To cleanliness and purity
Are you there to glow within it?

When the sleeping wind first swirls
Dances to the new day
And all the blossoms sway
To it’s tune
Are you there to enjoy it?

When life awakes from its slumber
Are you there to live it?

- Kaosar

 

D.H. Lawrence in “Mutilation” – His words

PhotographbyRed Leaf Studios

I could convulse the heavens with my horror.
I think I could alter the frame of things in my agony.
I think I could break the System with my heart.
I think, in my convulsion, the skies would break.

—-

His words girpped me today. Took a hold like a fever and sent the insides all aquiver.

 

The Violin of Me

 

Photographby xaiya

 Touch the strings of my heart
Play them
Play them a sweet melody
Twirl them around
Around
and
Around
Your heart
Wrap me
Swirling
Within the strings of your heart
Touch the strings…tease
Now, sing
…into my soul

- Kaosar

 

We who search

Photograph by ronbrinkmann

What beings we are, we humans who lose, find, and seek the realms and depths of ourselves within and around ourselves. In others. Beyond.
What are we that our parts are scattered so far and wide, so near and deep…
What seekers are we of our own selves.
We who search.

- Kaosar

 

Draw Me Strange

Photograph by Dav.id

Draw me strange.
Draw me as I am.
Draw me not the clear, soft vision
draw me not angelic beauty.
Draw me but the strange, marred,
lined, and flawed -
draw me the earthly bound human beauty
that strange in essence, strange in beauty
that I am.
Draw me as I am

- Kaosar

 

Stars for me

Photograph by jjjohn

It is those stars that I would know
that tell of no person’s fate
those stars unknown that sparkle
for sparkle’s sake
with no name, no fame
that which burn lights in dark
for my sake.

- Kaosar

 

In The Name of Honor – Mukhtar Mai

Simply worded. A narrative of one woman’s unrelenting fight for justice and honor. At times saddening but always powerful. Clear and honest in that man’s ignorance, injustice, and abuse of power is his own work, his own choice and doing without blame on religion. Luminous.

“How does one survive dishonor? How does on overcome despair? With anger, at first, with an instinct for revenge that resists the tempting solution of death, an instinct that allows one to recover, go forward, act.”

                                             – Mukhtar Mai, In The Name of Honor (p.111)

 

Purity that softens my steps

Photograph by James Jordan

I walked in the virgin snow today
as pure as if I’d licked it from the falling sky.
Tiny, tiny, tiny sprinkles
blanked beneath my feet today
gathered as if to soften
every step I took today.

- Kaosar

 

The Distance

Photograph  by tavopp

Whisper across the heavens to me
and whisper –
whisper only to me

Whisper from worlds unbeknownst
for I care not where you be
Whisper –
simply whisper to me
for I can hardly breathe
in wait for a word from thee.

Whisper to me.

- Kaosar

 

The world that sins

Photograph by AnomalousNYC

I don’t believe in any form of unjustified extremism! But when a man is exercising extremism – a human being is exercising extremism – in defense of liberty for human beings it’s no vice, and when one is moderate in the pursuit of justice for human beings I say he is a sinner.

- Malcolm X