I’m anchored


in your heart

where my soul

is resting



in its tranquility


of the turbid emotions taking

birth in me

A fleeting touch

of your palms

make the eyelids


dreams are becoming


I have put

my worries to rest

as I rest my soul in your lap

your breath,

a sweet zephyr,

a gentle touch

my trepidations are dying

an untimely death

leaving the humdrum

of life

drifting away slowly

Dipped in

the exuberance of your life

my heart is moored to yours

I’m taking down the sails now

slowly and gently.

Photo by Matheus Ferrero on Unsplash

48 thoughts on “Anchored

  1. Such a wonderful sense of peace when we find a harbour in which to drop anchor and a dock to moor ourselves to. Beautifully written.

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  2. Love love and love, the more we talk on it, the more it is less say about. The way you have penned this beautiful piece is remarkable. Can surely understand the flow of emotions that must’ve went through.

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