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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Strangers of the Night

Like voyagers we sail
On parallel ships...
With fear,
With courage,
Through intense heartbreak,
And esoteric bliss;
Across
The same ocean,
Unfathomable,
Mystic,
You and I
Strangers tonight,
Soul mates since time
Unknown.

Bonded
By a thousand defeats,
Surviving failures
For
That single triumph;
We died
We lived
We fell
Then rose
Like a phoenix
Through centuries
Of deception,
And trust.

The stars are smiling
In amusement,
The wind whistles
An ancient tune,
Passing lights
In the distant horizon...
Share our silent song
In tribute
To life
Untouched
By death.

Strangers of the night
You and I,
With lessons of blood
Behind us;
And yet by a will
Acute,
Unknown,
We glide in harmony
Like lovers...........
.................yet to meet.

Essence of Love

Laughter – shallow, tired;
Murmurs, smirks, whispers
Opinions, claims,
Vain pity of the self
....predictable.

Mirrors mocking mirrors,
Gulping down the horizon;
Meaningless visions
Screaming, begging
Identity.

Yet,
Embedded in life
A teasure,
Unique, priceless, divine;
Unmatched, prefect,
Proud, guiltless,
Absolute.

An offering....tender, vibrant;
A celebration....sweet, radiant;
A statement, a tribute,
A lingering passion...
Nature’s will.

Like sunshine...pure, pristine;
Nourishing, touching, bathing,
Caressing body and soul,
Unparalleled expression
Of truth.

Let us savour
The essence of love,
By your eyes talking to mine;
Your pulse, my heart,
Defying the rhythm
Of time.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

After We Met

After we met
the season of flowers
poured fragrance in my garden
The swallow called my name
the rainbow arched
above my home

After we met
a mountain spring was born
Laughter flowed
down the rugged rocks
of a stern cliff
careless
in spontaneous impatience
and the novelty
of birth

After we met
the soft green grass
swayed gently
to the rhythm in my mind
the seagulls glided
playfully
above a deep serene ocean
their tireless wings
exploring
freedom

After we met
a silver crescent
flirted shyly
with a solitary cloud
while a blind boy
sat under a cherry tree
casting a spell
with his guitar

After we met
the sky
exploded
in a myriad of colours
sunshine sparkled
on the morning mist
a leaf floated in through my window
and i found life
at my doorstep

I Will Be Your Lover

I will be your lover
each time
the sparrows chirp
each time
the restless wind howls
outside your window

I will unwrap
your soul
layer by layer
let the wind blow away
the dust
and cover your nakedness
gently
with a prayer

I will whisper
all the words
that settle
like fresh glistening dew
against the backdrop
of a thirsty earth

When looming clouds
black with rage
threaten
to hurl your boat
in the wild
I will wrestle its wrath
with my mind
and guide you through the night

We will touch
thought to thought
you and me
and make love
all through the storm

I will love you
when day dies in the arms of night
vulnerably
and we will rejoice
each time
the sunflower blossoms
each time
the tides....they turn

I will be your lover....

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Invitation

I will leave
the windows
open
to let in
the fresh air
along with insects
that will bite

I will leave
the windows
open
lest
the weight of bitterness
crushes me
within the stale walls
of ignorance
in the confined darkness
of a hot stifling
night

Last Night's storm

No-one heard the thunder last night
yet
it threw its fury
on the sparrow's nest

No-one saw
the lightning
tear apart the firmament
into helpless fragments
yet
it reduced
my trust
to shreds

No - one felt
the rain
lashing the earth
mercilessly
punishing
the trembling leaves
still nascent
with memories
of birth

No-one heard
the wind
scream
abuses
vacating my mind
of poetry

There was a storm
last night
and it killed me
yet
the world
remains
the same..........

Hatred

Hatred
is nothing
but a sack
of foul smelling
rotting
seeds
about to burst
by
its own weight

Indifference

Indifference
is an unmarked car
that knocks me down
and speeds away
in ignorance
leaving me
bleeding
and writhing
in pain

Truth

Truth
is a deep
intimate
conversation
with
my own self