Incredible Woman
Her essence is majestic,
Her freshness of the dewy light of life
The memory of this woman
burns bright with love in my heart
The phenomenon is just as majestic
Perfect queen
I loved her
Queen? Oh, more than that, yes
She is otherworldly
Who is she? I don’t know
But I still know her
She isn’t demonic, nor angelic
More
More, much more
Memory gives me soul
Yes, to continue to live with her in spirit
In imagination, she kills me from one thousand miles
Yes, I feel I am slowly turning to ash
What did you do with me? what?
I can’t see, I can’t feel anything
Only you, you, I can feel only you. Just
I feel you. Always. There isn’t a distance
I feel I can not believe it. You created it. I feel
I can thank you for this. Amazing woman.
You are not my life. But I feel now life
Thank
You
Please, stay in my heart
You are my life
The breath
I love
You, perfect woman
An enigmatic disruption is a cadence,
it’s that rhythm built only to captivate.
Meant to weed out your comfort zone,
not a drop of this sound is repetitive.
It’s that rhythm built only to captivate
needling you right into goosebumps.
Not a drop of this sound is repetitive,
the breaks echo epiphany with silence.
Needing you right into goosebumps,
something scary that comforts you.
The breaks echo epiphany with silence,
allowing an embrace of a pause.
Something scary that comforts you,
illuminating the solace within quiet.
Allowing an embrace of a pause
this becomes a monumental catalyst.
Illuminating the solace within quiet
meant to weed out your comfort zone.
This becomes a monumental catalyst,
an enigmatic disruption is a cadence.
enigmatic moon
mysterious orb of night
magnetic power
awakens love with its beams
but its dark side seldom seen
harvest moon aglow
golden beacon for lovers
whispered dreams unfold
romantic promises told
in moments sealed with a kiss
moonlight casts shadows
on october's halloween
of witches in flight
ghosts and goblins all about
on a spooky, scary night
From shadowed glens, where legends sleep,
Three figures rise, secrets to keep.
The Morrigan, a raven's wing,
Drawn to the clash, the death-song sang.
Of war, of fate, a chilling hand,
To claim the fallen, rule the land.
She shifts and weaves, a queen of might,
Her sovereignty in the darkest night.
The Banshee wails, a mournful cry,
A prophecy beneath the sky.
For family's blood, a thread undone,
Her keening echoes, day is done.
A spirit bound to mortal ties,
Her sorrow paints the weeping skies.
The Pooka runs, a shifting shade,
A trickster's jest, a game is played.
A horse of ebony, swift and bold,
He leads astray, tales to be told.
A playful spirit, wild and free,
He dances on the edge of glee.
From ancient roots, their power springs,
The Morrigan, the Banshee, Pooka brings,
A touch of magic, old and deep,
Where shadows stir and secrets sleep.
Guardians of lore, through misty air,
Whispers of Ireland.
My mother my everything so rare
Like a diamond blooming with pure love
Not to be compared to or bargained for
A very precious and priceless gem
My life giver right from the womb
Before existence even now and forever
A leaning shoulder in times of despair.
My mother my redeemer in times of loses
Comforts with her rejuvenating speeches
Picks me up from nothing to everything
Giving me awareness and insight to thrive
Without hesitating or fear of the unknown
My mantle of grace in all dealings and wins
My anchor in all realms of possession and actions.
My mother my warrior warring my adversary
Leading me to victory over all obstacles easily
The remedy for all my illness or complaint
Supporting without any hidden intentions or profit
Liberating me from any denial, setback and chains
Unique but meek, courageous, wise and inspirational
Words can't comprehend her attributes so enigmatic.
Amongst the treetops a falcon finds its prey
Swooping down talons open to grasps it
Only to let it drop so it’s bones will shatter
Questions have arisen in the coming days
Am I in the talons or am I the falcon hunting
A gunshot is heard with a burst of feathers
I am the bullet ceasing the existence of fables
My words are the rifle in which they will fall
In the sanctuary of Religion,
the choices are usually clearly
drawn relative to good and evil.
It is up to us to choose.
In the area of Business, especially when
our demands are crucial, the choices
can sometimes be shady and scamming.
Sometimes, regardless, we have to choose.
In the arena of Politics, there may or may
not be choices of good and evil. Both may be
evil, and we do not have the option to bow out.
We only have the obligation to make our choices.
062424PS
Along the crimson hue of the eve,
You and I; let us leave.
Aside the glassy, serene sea
You and I, we shall flee.
Peeping the enigmatic sky, so high
You and I, we'll fly.
Your gleaming eyes, "let me caress"
You and I, we'll immerse.
Through the lush-green hopeful days, we'll chirp
You and I; the lovebirds.
Staring at the ceiling in dark
Missing ur eyes full of spark..
Was ur eyes something in which I got lost..
I want ur gaze maybe at any cost
Swelled up eyes like the rasin in water
Almost drowned in the sea of melancholy
Am I still waiting for someone who can heal...
Someone who can see the things I have conceal..!
Past maybe heart wrenching..
But present is still here to feel alive
Eyes are the ocean in which all poets choose to dive
The one who dives completely in that ocean of eyes.
Would be the one to see the reason behind all those messy lies!
The mess is just like the moon that is still beautiful.. Even when its crescent...
In the end, its all about learning from past and living in present...!
In autumn's dance, where secrets gently creep,
A mystery entwined with fading light,
Life's questions in the depths of shadows seep.
Each leaf that falls, a story to be told,
The beauty in decay, a spectral sight,
In autumn's dance, where secrets gently creep.
As twilight whispers softly, promises keep,
The world transforms, revealing its insight,
Life's questions in the depths of shadows seep.
The golden hues and whispers of the deep,
Through twilight's veil, in the embrace of night,
In autumn's dance, where secrets gently creep.
In every ember's glow, the memories we keep,
Through seasons' change, we strive to hold on tight,
Life's questions in the depths of shadows seep.
With nature's hand, the answers, we shall reap,
In autumn's grasp, our hopes take their flight,
In autumn's dance, where secrets gently creep,
Life's questions in the depths of shadows seep.
© Anindya Mohan Tagore
14-10-2023
His voice is as fresh as the morning air,
of his existence, every bone in my body is aware.
His face is as mysterious as a book with no cover,
oh how lucky I am, to have him as my lover.
His exhilarating eyes look deep into my soul,
his voice causes shivers through my bones.
His soul is like a bottomless pit filled with care,
but his exterior is harder than a bricked well.
A stoic expression plastered across his face,
him, no-one can replace.
A warm smile strewn across his heart,
my heart aches when we're apart.
He belongs to me,
his heart is mine and so is his love.
I’d never give him up, at least not easily.
He looks after everyone with no declines.
Loving him isn't tough,
it makes me want to be alive.
life is like-a brook,it does not go backwards.
Often pragmatic, quite dogmatic
even autocratic...
Though potentially wildly erratic
it excels in le affaires delicately diplomatic
~ Dedicated to Mr. Phileas Fogg ~
In your eyes
huge vacuum
sleazy
step forward, says.
implore forgiveness
You strive for blandness.
better way
endears
sightless saw
a speck
Fear query
hold you in shackles
horrifyingly bruised
him
as haystack needle.
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented Edward Ibah
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 03/27/2021
Ever present, into our face staring
Immediate and intimate, pairing
Boundless space, bestowing the joy current
In and around, always omnipresent
Our heartbeat within and rhythmic breathing
Feel, oh hermit, throb of bliss pulsating
Within each pore of form, percolating
Innate aliveness, to which sentient
Ever present
In silence and stillness, meditating
Ego receded, merging by melting
Formless awareness to space sentient
Gently enhancing vibrant bliss quotient
Love and light, within form manifesting
Ever present
12-January-2021
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