To Begin

the dawn breaks the gloom
the talk comes to animation
the spirit approaches to bloom
while eyes are closed
the mind scribbles notes
to be clothed in costume
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and in a little while
the aurora rushes in the early morn
wooden chair and table on the watch
black and white colors on a batch
become a manuscript
of golden words from a shoestring catch

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Sketch of Life

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the day’s mantle of graphic scenes
drapes down the head of life
the wind in different directions blow
the dust rolls to thicken as virgin snow

enter the sphere of unforeseen emotions
feel the dagger’s wound as it rips the skin of hope
revel in the pleasure of a triumphant win over a failure
let the mind and heart impress your only soul

                  –o0o–

 

 

memories

 I sat with my distressed memories
wandered in many unexpected places
in every battered nook that i stop
is a bitter sphere reliving the past

dainty spot where love has dawned
painted journals swirled and thawed
they rushed and flew out of my mind
in my heart they anchored those mem’ries behind

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thoughts

love to read this again…

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as i open a sea of thoughts

rushes of curling waves kiss the sands

gather no moss nor leave traces of gloss

a heap of dune boils my commands

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erasures define as they swing to and fro

’til the wrinkled phase is ironed and correctly done

then it is set ready, aimed like an arrow and bow

shot into the target awaiting fate to be grand

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Memories

a glimpse of you
unearthing me
when the whisper
came to be
in the loosened air
encompassing the calls
of agitated silence…
the name that flew
in the wide atmosphere
brought a happy lullaby
in the hearts and ears
of the lives that listened
to its muted echoes

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it was our hearts
that roared out
the sounds of love
and not our whispers

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the tones were high
only to be caught
at their lowest ebb
the sea’s feeble waves
forcefully beat
the sands of the silent shore…
an ignition of war
of reassuring minds
so soothing to be heard
 brought back henceforth
memories of painful past 

–o0o– 


Loving Heart

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Image credit: Pilar Allen

now  you’re singing
the song of love
your heart’s beating
you are certain of

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how great it is
feeling the happiness
braving the storm
despising emptiness

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sadness turns to laughter
cold mornings become warm
questions need no answers
loving heart takes any norm


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