Even Butterflies Bleed

The folded winged butterfly

Shook and struggled

On her way out of her cocoon!

Dark were the nights

She remained waiting

For the dawn of her release

Shrouded with fragile layer

Of hope, but she hold on

to it with an iron zeal. It’s life

or death. Emerging triumphantly

Spreading magnificent wings

Towards her new being, changed

grown stronger, the newly born

Butterfly began to fly. Down where

She was writing her new beginning,

I saw drops of blood. I looked up

And understood. Even butterflies

Bleed towards a better, magnificent

New beginnings! Why don’t we?!

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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

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.

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The Eagle With Broken Wings

Bald Eagle, Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve, Alaska, USA

Praise be to God

That I am an eagle

Even with my broken

Wings I am still

free. I can still smell

The fresh smell

Of the pine trees

Even though I

Fell down from

The top, I am still

Alive and strong

My will is unbend

And my spirit is

still soaring dignified.

The skies above are

Thunderous and

Grey. The ground below

Full of traps and thorns.

Praise be to God,

I learned to navigate

Through danger

Never lose sight

Never lose hope!

Even with broken wings

I am still an eagle

Eyeing the world

From above

My body is full

Of injuries, but

My spirit is unscathed

I was born to soar

I was born for higher

Goals and fit for

Higher places..

I will endure this

Pain and I will

Live through the

Thunder in hope

Undiminished of a

Bright day when

I will spread my

Wings and fly

And fly, and fly,

Right above the

Grayness of today

To that brilliant

Summit where I

Belong.

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Distance Does Not Matter!©

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

Things That Cannot Be Seen by The Naked Eye!©

The Sadness that

Someone’s hide

Behind a smile

Can not be seen by

The naked eye.

The envy in someone’s heart

Can not be seen by

The naked eye.

The yearning that

Burns in someone’s soul

Can not be seen by

The naked eye.

Feeling hurt, the broken spirit,

The weary soul…

All this and more

Can not be seen by

The naked eye.

The thoughts that float

In my my mind, flashes of

Past memories that

Dance around deep

Inside…

Surrounds me with

A bubble of my own

Reality so far apart

Than yours who sits here

Beside me sipping your coffee.

Storms that rage in the

Horizon within, while I

Seem calm.  Clouds of doubt

That may block the sun

Of trust, are kept there

Building walls of resentment.

Somethings better left

Unseen, unrevealed, but

Other things are better

Felt by you, only if you

Try to see through

The bubble.

©Gainperspectiveblog 4/1/2018

 

The Age of Darkness, the Age of Light-and the Sea.©

The Age of Darkness, the Age of Light-and the Sea.©

In the midst of the darkness of this long night… my heart is filled with uncertainty and my soul is restless.  Yearning and anticipation are taking me on a roller coaster ride.  It has been like this every night for as long as I can remember.  But this feeling is getting intensified lately.   I have learned to heed my intuition, and it never fails me.  Now, I feel like something is going to happen.  Never have we, as the people of this age, lived in such a contradiction since Charles Dickens wrote these words of wisdom:

” It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest seeing aies insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. ”  Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities, Book the First, Chapter I.

It’s a time that we’re seeing all the evil of humanity awaken like vampires spreading through the land.  Those who want to divide us and take us back to the darkest of ages where a man was void of his human rights and measured by the color of his skin instead of the merits of his deeds and the substance of his character.

On the other side, never we have gotten together, unified under a sense of comradery , as this time, for humanity, civil rights, equality, freedom, kindness… all the best of humane traits, transcending race, religion, nationality, and all other bars and walls of division.

I found myself, this night, waiting for the dawn of day and yearning for the sea!  Such a great urge to be looking at my beloved Pacific Ocean on the Oregon Coast.  You, the reader, may wonder what is the relevance?!!  At times like this, when I am restless and filled with anxiety, I think of the sea.  He is my best friend.  The only being that can listen and understand.  The only friend on this beautiful and sad Earth who can fill me with hope in spite of pain and despair.  The sea is wise yet playful, vast enough to contain the world yet can be contained in my gaze and my heart, mighty yet gentle… and most importantly- the sea is a generator of hope.

Waves live all around the shores, living a life filled with stories; yet as soon as one wave reaches its final destination, resting at last in the shore’s embrace- a new wave will immediately be born in its wake, back to the sea, to live a new life, a brand new life of its own.  An endless story of life-infinite.

Yes, here I am, in the middle of the darkness of this restless night, I find myself yearning for the sea.  Dreaming to stand by its shores, where earth meets the sky, as if standing by the edge of humanity, at the age when we are tested and trialed if we, as the people, are deserving of it!

Oh,  here is a droplet on my face..a mist, a sea breeze.  I am refreshed and filled with hope.  ©2017Gainperspectiveblog

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, Beautiful Bird©

I was reviewing some of my old posts, and found this poem that I wrote way back on January 2008 and posted it on WordPress on January 2016. Looking forward for your comments.

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Oh Beautiful Bird

On the perch

In the cold going out

For your little ones

In their nest

Waiting for food.

I can hear your happy

Songs, in spite of your

Struggle to find a scrub.

You’re jetty and gay

Skipping, turning your

Head every other way

With a happy flutter

Of your wings.

What made you so

Sure you’ll reach your

Goal, and find what

You’re looking for?

Is it Faith? Or is it

Sheer hope? Oh what

Make you so persistent

Never giving up your search?

Or is it the simple life instinct

That if you stay over

At your nest with fear

And idle notion,

That snow has covered All, your realistic view

Of things would be

The death of you,

Laying there with

Frozen Wings?!

So, here you are

Flying to every tree,

Trying every branch,

And even on the ground

Turning every leaf around

Never…

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