The Mountain

View at snow capped mountains on a cloudy winter day. Time lapse.

As I was approaching

The highland, where the

Road to the Mountain

Starts; I saw the snow capped

Top first. The Mountain stood

There facing the blows of

The wind carving scars on

His face, and he seemed

patiently bearing the

Heavy burden of the

Falling snow over his

Head. I saw the erusion

That this burden made

On every crevice of

The rocks.

Yet, our Mountain stood

Tall and strong. Perhaps

For the deeply rooted

Faith, that the wind

Will evantually soften,

And the snow will

Melt by time.

©gainperspectiveblog12/1/2021

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Where do broken hearts go at night?

When the day buzz dims

Under the heavy blanket of the night,

And the silence reigns over the dark,

The broken hearts awake to nurse

The pains and the aches they masked

During the day.

Motherless children moan,

Widows and widowers groan,

Mothers and fathers hearts ache

Over troublesome kids.

Hearts who lost loved ones,

Hearts who suffer from someone,

Hearts who lost the dreams,

And hearts who yearn for

This which they cannot attain;

Their pain is unbearable.

It’s loud and deep and real.

Pain so real it breaks even

The strongest of hearts.

Broken hearts go down the alleys

Of their memory lane.

Memories of old, and recent

Ones too. Some are solace,

Some are torture to go through.

Only those broken hearts

Who come back and soar

Upward, towards the heaven,

Are saved. Those who kindle

The hope and prayers, start

To heal. Little by little, with

Every morning new, those broken

Hearts mend.

©gainperspectiveblog11/18/2021

Then Hope Took Roots©

Under a rocky soil

A stubborn flower

Grew. Aiming for

The sun above,

It raised its head

And stood tall,

And looked strong.

Somewhere deep

underneath the surface,

There in the dark,

Hope was born.

Hope took roots

And lived to tell

A tale of triumph.

©gainperspectiveblog@wordpress.com7/7/2021

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The Golden Shore!

Beyond the horizon

Of a calm azure sea,

I have sailed through

Many storms, here

I am! I rest at the 

Golden shore.

Just like the albatross ,

 Riding the winds

Searching, learning,

Growing gradually

Accustomed to the

Turbulence of the 

Forever tumbling

Gale. I have reached

The Golden Shore.

Fighting Titans, as I was

Sailing with heavy burdens 

like Atlas of long

Before.  

I have accepted my role,

Fulfilled my chores, and

Grew and learned and

Befriended the wind, the oceans,

And the waves.

I was awake in my dreams,

I was present in my wake,

And I submitted to my fate

With grace and wisdom.

I saw Medusa through 

True mirrors and realized

That its beauty is fake.

I counted stars while

I stood upon the ground

Firm and strong.

I am not Icarus, I understood,

I learned not to 

Trust falsehood.

I kept my head straight,

Fish rot from the head

Down, they said. I learned.

Through storms, and alluring 

Brass beaches, I fought,

Like a true warrior inviolable. 

Like Tarik, who burned all

His ships upon reaching

The Golden Shore.

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Shards of Glass Memories

Moments of loss,

Of pain, beyond

Our capacity of

Comprehension, beyond

Our ability to

Understand of

How to deal with them,

Yet we cannot forget.

Instead, we bury

Them deep inside

The deepest layer

Of our being. By time,

We cover these painful

Memories with layers

Upon layers of happenings

In our lives. Nevertheless,

These memories keep hurting

And hurting from deep within. like

shared glass cutting through our skin.

Bleeding deep inside.

Distance Does Not Matter!©

Crocus Flower Peeking Up Through The Snow. Spring. Southcentral Alaska.

sand of beach caribbean sea

Distance does not matter

To the sea, it does not matter

To the ocean, they still find

each other- waves of devotion

greet the shore.

Distance does not matter

to the river, it still delivers.

Distance does not matter

To the sun, it does not matter

To the moon- rays and beams

Full of warmth

When it shines bright and true.

Distance does not matter

To the heart that loves.

©Gainperspectiveblog2/1/2021

THE TREE & THE SEA©

On a hill, there is a tree

Extending its boughs towards the sea

Yearning for what she cannot reach.

I heard it moaning with

The wind shaking with grieve.

Turning upward away from the soil,

Away from the roots that has been

Her shelter for years.

And the sea?  The sea never heard

Her moaning, never heard of her grieve.

The agony sculpted her tortured

Figure as she stands

Oblivious to her friends,

The caring sun and the loving rain-

Gently sustaining her with care,

Attentively showering her with love.

©Gainperspectiveblog1/4/2017

Delusion©

The years went by

And my heart was turned away

From feeling the sun rays

And hearing the birds in the sky.

More years gone by and my heart

Was still numb.

It was yet bumping, beating, and

Making me alive but not living.

The only thing I can feel is the pain.

The only memory I have of him

Is of a phantom in my dream

Visiting me one last time

before he was gone.

What was reality is now no more.

Illusion, a trap, don’t be fooled

By the delusion of this life.

Soon I will be gone too.

©Gainperspectiveblog11/18/2016

Broken & Fixed©

As humans,we may get broken (physically, financially, mentally, emotionally, and/or spiritually).  The physical and the materialistic aspects that are mentioned may be out of the range of our own control-meaning it may or may not get fixed.  But our spirit(the drive that brings the mind and the heart to life) is eternal and we have a control over it, we are responsible for our actions and reactions… as it gets broken, if we try hard, we can actually get stronger and much better than when we were before the break.

It’s what makes us human-it’s in our DNA.

©Gainperspective4/17/2016

 

The Wall of Gog & Magog & Grief!©

All of a sudden, I felt I maybe ready to face my grieve after seven years of stonewalling and a front of evasive strength.  See, I have built me, out of grieve,  a huge wall which behind it stood a horror beyond my comprehension.  Every time I feel that somewhere this monster is breaking a brick at this wall, I take a peak only to be appall by dark waves of sadness more than I can bear, so I quickly close that burning hole and put back that brick.

But grieve, like Gog and Magog, persistently hammer through the wall and eventually will break it to crumble- only to sweep me someday with an overwhelming emotions.

You know what… I think I am not ready yet.  Since I am still going around and round the subject instead of facing it head on.

Maybe another time.  For now… I will let the wall stand.

©Gainperspective3/8/2016