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Remembering... Those rides, that lawn of our home beside that stream, i miss that. oh my desire to sleep come over but come along with the breeze of cool air n show me the colorful world of dreams. Listen to me oh my beloved, let me tell yuh my story. There was a time wen this all beautiful world of my childhood was all around me n i feel like it was something my very own and that world never knew k wat she means to me n wat i think for her , that beautiful waorld was something totally living in my heart n mind all the time. So this is my story.
(Remembering...Those rides, that lawn of our home beside that stream, i miss that. oh my desire to sleep come over but come along with the breeze of cool air n show me the colorful world of dreams. I still remember that me n yuh wandering in the streets aimlessly n wen getting tired, going to Naani (Grand mom), placing head in her lap n sleep deep, and before sleeping that insistance to listen a fairy tale. So this is my story....
Wat a life that was? No worries, nothing to bother about. It was life the whole world is in my hands. That singing songs wen i was just learning how to speak, n yeah how i can i forget that surge to show the new toys to everyone. But i guess i had asked life too much that it snatched away all that i had too. Who would bring me back all my those beautiful moments, the time that has passed away. So this is my story...- ruru.
Copyright © Ruben Stark | Year Posted 2016
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There will moon on one side and bread on the other...
there will be sleep on one side and lullabies on the other .
I'll put the sheet of bread on the moon and sleep and will tell sleep that I'd come the next day to sing the lullaby..
There will be jingling shells on a side..
there will be some sobs
making you cry..
we'll get filled in the shells.
and go n touch all the stars And tickle the sobs to cajole them....
O mother, someone will come to cry on your sobs..
someone will come to cry.. don't be sad,
that who comes will not go back again..
he'll never go back.. but remember,
you won't bring anything improbable (anything that would affect my work) and if you bring,
the story will be altogether different..
..... (actually) who cares for probable or improbable/good or bad.. at the maximum I'll die here only..
I'll get up
proving the death a dream..
and will poke fun at the probable and go laughing.....
-ruru
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You hear the roar of the chapel...
Yet you remain silent yeshu.... ???
How do you pick from those who loves you Jesus..??
Is this body purposeless??
Is this soul impoverished?
You're nothing but LOVE.......
But is love to be crucified !
Why do you clog your body??
As if stuffing with cotton yeshu ...??
There is none here now.... Possess me now..
Carry me in your Bosom. And take me to your must..
There is no anguish there.
Tell me you're listening Yeshu ...? ? ? ?
- Ruben
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Why did rainy days bring the darkness Why brought
Why are these chains in the legs of light
Why is it Light is Like fire balls...
Stones were put on the wings of butterflies Oh my god where are you Some daggers cleave silky dresses Oh God where are you ??
What is this ritual What is this fire Melodious smoke yells..
These is the daughter of softness , mercy , chance , our start our tree Lying on the stones Rains are like acid ..
Neither it gets up and walks Nor it burns on the pyre Why is this dead body of dream..
It is growing up at nights It is walking on the roads There is fear here openly. ..
Why did rainy days bring the darkness Why brought Why are these chains in the legs of light...........
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Your hand slipping away from mine ... your shadows turning away from me ... you not turning back to see again ... I will not forgive ... as long as I live.-ruru
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If only you trusted yourself a little bit like me,
if you trust on me .
then you would have come some distance with me ...
if only you would have shared the color of my eyes,
then you would have come some distance with me ...
if only the allure of the sky kissed you..
your hope would have found a new life ...
and to touch my flight in the next life..
you would have come some distance with me....
Copyright © Ruben Stark | Year Posted 2016
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