The Dancing Rain

photograph by SHUN [iamtekn]

There is no music more melodious, more sweet than the pitter-patter of rain. it’s dance, as it bounds and bounces from this surface to that, creates such a tune…
such as tune.
i wonder if it realizes our joy, this rain, and dances all the more for it or if it just enjoys dancing in this manner. perhaps it’s a bit of both – to dance just for the joy of dancing, of simply being, and then to dance in favor of those such as myself reveling in it’s sights and sounds as it revels in itself.
entrapped.
gazing and listening in wonderment, sitting so still – it must know we are captivated. it must feel our joy.
as it dances so joyously.

- Kaosar

 

Last Night’s Stars

Photograph by Heart Windows Art

It’s almost midnight. I was going home and I looked up, barely glanced – there were stars! so many. I’ve never seen so many. I didn’t think I’d ever see them here…

They were like lights of life, speaking of existence and existing as a miracle. They looked humble, these guiders, yet royally bestowing as if seeing a mere glimpse of their beauty were to us as seeing this world’s whole beauty.

They gloried in awakening a crazed rapture in sights such as mine. I could see it in their twinkling smile. Twinkling, winking, blinking – teasing smile.

- Kaosar

 

Darkness

Photograph by philsplawn

tonight darkness isn’t at all dark. It’s lighter – clearer though there aren’t any stars. pity. the trees look like dark looming shadows against the paleness of this night.

I wonder – what do you call pale darkness?

- Kaosar

 

Emily Dickinson’s Words

Photograph by NASAJPL

Wild nights–wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

- From “Wild nights!–wild nights”

Such life in these words! Such vivacity!

 

Silence

 

Photograph by Lady Vervaine

There is never any sense of quietness in silence. There is, instead, a heaviness of noise.
An audible pulsating of life.
The rhythmic thump – thump.
thump. thump.
The rushing of the blood, the path it weaves through your veins. The swooooch
that floods, that makes, in turn, the bloody muscle contact, flex – gallop.
You can hear that in silence.
Pin drop and darkness. And the music…the music outside that window over there where the dewy drops
s
l
i
d
e clear down its foggy mask – beyond that sound, the music lingers upon the glistening sway of leaves, sweeps about, and – now closer, now distant – rides along with the wind whistling between that door, this alley.
Listen…you can hear that in silence.
You can always hear silence.

- Kaosar

 

Life of the Storm

photograph by sungazing

I have put my hand upon its heartbeat.
Felt it pound.
Course though me.

- Kaosar

 

Robert Frost’s Words

Photograph by weird melancholy

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

- From “To Earthward”

I hung upon the last line here… “I lived on air.” I could hear it said that way, as if one fed upon air. desperate. breathy. They clings to you, those words. Seeping into every breath.

 

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Photograph by Takeyce

the evenings have turned cold.
they say – bitter. bitter night. bitter cold.
but maybe it’s a lonely cold.
a lonely cold embracing the night making it it’s own for a few months.
just a few months.
then off it goes.
the lonely cold.

- Kaosar

 

The Old Desk

Photograph by trailerfullofpix

upon which
love met
in mingled letters – flushed
and
tasted,
with swirling tongues,
words.

 

Sylvia Plath’s Words…

Photograph by {J.}

create an image like no other. Erupting emotions.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

- From “Mad Girl Love Songs”

 

Ache

Photograph by marscolony

to ache
is to want
with the heart and soul
so much
they feel
ripped
from their essence

- Kaosar

 

Journal Excerpt from India – July 6, ‘09

Photograph by Theaphotos

It was as if the heavens wept in my place today, and, in gratitude, I danced in it’s downpour.

- Kaosar

 

Books glore!

Photograph by Paul Vargas

In addition to working on this wonderful blog to which I’m very attached I have decided to try my hand at book blogging! The blog is also hosted by WordPress and is titled – Book Views.

Needless to say I am very excited, and hope you all decide to drop by sometime though, realize i am an amateur at this and the blog is still very much under construction.

- Kaosar

 

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Photograph by Mulia

do not pass me as a moment passes by.
unrecognizing. fleeting.
i could not bear it.
for the life of me – I could not bear it.

- Kaosar

 

Two Worlds

Photograph by edwardolive

How upset we become, how irrational when we realize that our world, the one we’ve created within us, around us is not the world as it is. The world in which we exist is not the same as the world in which we dwell
long
breathless
nights.

- Kaosar

 

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