It is not every day I feel my heartbeat
I hear it bouncing like a ball on a ping pong
It’s cusps flapping like sails of a ship.
It is not every day
I get a tide of dopamine
I feel dreamy, open and vulnerable
Dangling over a cliff edge.
It is not every day I enjoy the sunshine
I clear my Deadwood
I notice daffodils, the purple lilies
The colour of butterflies.
It is not everyday streams sound like flutes
Roses sprout in battlefields
Doves rest on canons
Dawn rides on the wings of butterflies
Rain rejuvenates the garden of memories.
It is not every day we feel a Spring
When life crawls back to the Life
When a heart breaks its icicles
And flutters in an ecstasy.
(The Galway Review-Ireland)
1. These poems have been previously published in various literary journals, magazines, books and anthologies around the globe including the UK, the USA, India, Ireland and Canada.
2. Here I will post some of my previously published poems.
List of Poems