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Saturday, June 29, 2013

Twas the date that springeth forth the tormentor's bloom

The date appears as 14 when she reasons
 her tormentors'
position :-

Love when singled out is like a stalk of rose fresh
as spring when awakened from the slumber
of a morning rain, soft with kisses
of silent dew and in a
discourse of tormented strain it bleeds
the thorns of fingers stained.

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Thursday, June 27, 2013


venice picture, venice canal

Would you care for a ride in my Gondola?
I'd take you into the sunrise way ahead
Two pence for your thoughts and
I give rise in your praise
Your beauty surpasses all of time..

Beautiful colors of the world
I beseech you and make a vow
to engage you in a promise of love..

As she takes his hand and as he leads the way
in a Gondola they go astray
in thoughts and words and feelings
as the beauty of the sun ahead
takes a bow

Someday they will meet again
In Venice they lay a claim
where they once held hands and offered up their love
In the presence of 
stuctures bold that witness
love's beloved flow
like the waters that reach the sky..

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Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The Dream-Makers Dream

There are dream-makers and makers of dreams
One or the other if I'd fit in I'd be
Contented, Excited and a dream away from dreams

I'd rather walk barefoot and feel the ground within
And if I stumble I would care not a deal
If I saw someone carrying home his young one
After a hard day's work in the fields
I'd know that his burden has someone to feed

Dreams that I have may not be like yours
Dreams that I have are just to be free
Free from cumbersome needs of this world
Free from emptiness that most of us feel

I'd rather just be a child within
And laugh at most things that tickle me
and bring mirth to its feet
I dream of things that would free my mind
and make me believe that the dreams I have
spring forth beauty like a beautiful sea
On days tides are in I hide within
and on days they are high, I reach for the sky
like child with a toy.

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Thursday, June 13, 2013

Tortured Souls

Shattered glass remniscent of brokeness
Cutting through skin perfected for men
Tired souls, reaching far into reflective waters
Driven to death, hounded by the stench of blood..

Wasted lives, living in sin made mortal by Thou
Sacred shadows following in narrow paths
Deeply etched cravings for the lewd by the poverty driven
By murderous reasons they live
salivating on the threshold of evil and disguised
by gruesome subtlety of crimes..

Souls tortured as they dwell in slime and wickedness
crushed by the need to survive a night where owls stay
awake, hooting in the wake of the passers of nightwatchers
lewdly searching for scattered remnants of souls
cast off by the powerless whose dark robe resembles
the grim tale of the diseased...

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Sunday, June 9, 2013

Beauty of My Soul

Real beauty is the beauty of the Soul -  Mahatma Ghandi

I know it will someday capture me
this artistry I find in myself
Where even the flowers which bloom
often covered with gloom
is often reflected through my eyes.

I hope the beauty you see in my smile
will let you know the depth of my cries
from the day I was born
till I aged years now worn
in numbers and wrinkles that show.

I know you will remember me by
the wisdom I keep 
hidden so deep and
which escapes me with a sigh.

The beauty of the rivers that
flow from within are often
neglected and left unseen..
I wish my soul for you to keep
with hands so clean that beauty is seen
arising each day anew.


Friday, June 7, 2013

Little Roses of Me

Daydreaming of what is to be
I keep seeing little roses of me
Yellow the color of mystic senses revealing

I keep hoping that someday we'll meet
Somewhat engaging is what we should be
with each other, of each other, stand by each other
Taking matters into the next thought of frame
Taking each other in a dream filled awakened sense of relief

O to be in love with you
I share a dream like any other
Who share the passion of love
O to be in love with you

I walk in a timeless zone
I tell ya..hmmm

I wait with unbridled sense of nerve wrecking fortitude
To feel your touch...hmmm
I tell ya..

I keep seeing liitle roses of me in your arms..


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Goddess of Song

My Poem "Goddess of Song" was accepted and published in the February 2018 issue of the Enchanted Conversation Magazine :- Read...