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Sunday, October 27, 2013






















The Reflection

The mirror tells much more than you know..
At age 5, you linger with a comb,
At 10, you test the colors of your mom
on tender lips red they shine and pout,
At 15, you do away the braids
At 20, you lay claim as a young maiden with a trousseau of its time,
a sashaying made-up beauty
At 25, you look the part of a new bride
At 30, you wake up to a rush
At 35, you ease those tired eyes
At 40, you start a simpler profile
At 45, you stare at those wrinkles new
At 50, you remember to shade those greys
At 55, you try to stay as vibrant 
and thereafter you live an appreciative life...


The Reflection that stares at you
has a question each time it looks back at you..

At every opportune moment that a mirror
reflects your stature does it also reflect
the time gifted to you - did you perchance have it planned well
or did you let the ravages of time take its toll?

For Life endowed to one is only his to behold
and lived according to his statutes - shobana

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Monday, October 21, 2013

If a man loves a woman

Blue_heart : Heart made from cloud in the blue sky

Embossed in blue on a clear bright sunny day
Was the picture of a heart shaped encounter
Would that the skies be witness to love
Would that it be printed in blue so bold
Embracing angelic cloud fills
It stood as a witness to love..

If a man loves a woman
Would it not reach those far-fetched skies
Would he not paint those skyline
With a bold and colored emboss..

O bright the star that shines among the lovebirds fine
O tread those steps that take them through the hidden stars
where beauty and love grace the shores of earth
And lift love to the skies.


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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Early On a Sunday Morn




Early on a Sunday Morn
I rode the carousel down by the park
watching out for children who lay eyes on me
wondering why an adult I ride..

Early on a Sunday Morn
I woke to the dream of songs
Angel harps ringing into my mortal being
I rose with a smile and a yawn..

Early on a Sunday Morn
Birds are cheeping and flying around
The trees just standing by my home they hide
the sunlight that comes after dawn..

Early on a Sunday Morn
A week since past and now I start my path
into another week in sight
I wish for the best and live the rest
of my journey counted and timed to the last.

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Friday, October 11, 2013

My Home Today




The longitude remains circling the globe in an old fashioned way
Way before the satellites claimed  an image
The latitude of the space within the earth
sees an overwhelming ray, one of that where the golden sunshine plays
an array of blaze..

My Earth, My Globe
My Home today
My joys within the scope of this display
I skip on my toes watching seabeds come aglow
and mountain tops scaled by the greats...

I take a step and another one
and I turned back to see
if my footstep stand implanted by those who can see
My intended way..

Have you tried calling your name out loud
within the scope of those valleys that stand time
against the mountains??

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Wednesday, October 9, 2013

A Star's Delight

Night_sky_with_stars : Seamless texture simulating the sky at night


Of pearls and diamonds you iced the world
The twinkles sparkles when dim the earth
I once stood way down below your steal
and wondered if you could see my stole..

O King of Paradise, Kings of Neon
O bright thy stars tonight
And we that delight in ways of starlight
Behold thy mighty blight

O take my song O twinkling light
That blazes storm of night
And make thy way among the fleet
of jumbled stars of fire..

Of pearls and diamonds you iced the world
Of a star did the world shine bright...

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Monday, October 7, 2013

Colors Spring They Avert Your Vivid Eyes



Have you ever waltzed with the bees
Have you ever sung to the trees
Have you ever walked where footsteps never tread
Have you ever watched a sunrise from bed..

Have you seen all those flying butterflies
Colors spring they avert your vivid eyes
Have you heard them breathe on those flowers they kiss
with a whisper that is taken far by winds..

My Garden that sits atop
Far above the mountains peak they adopt
Passing clouds and rainbows that display above
A paradise that many fail to see..

An angel appears with her lark
Accompanied by flutes, trumpets and harp
In that garden of peace
where butterflies roam free
I believe they represent "He"

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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...