Letters from Thrídrangar Lighthouse
I stand on top and wave to you across the sea,
From the loneliest house the world has ever known.
Like a lost star hung over the cold north.
Silence breaks when storms hit the stone walls,
Moon sends his light and calls my name for sure.
The air is freezing on the roof, I feel like a sinking boat.
I am the keeper here, in this white-walled place,
Writing you letters, my beloved, in short.
One day you will read them and send flowers back.
Sometimes I seal my words inside a bottle,
Throw it from the tower where the ships go past,
Hoping the tide will carry it to you.
This light shows ships the way through the vast sea,
So they will not be lost when the night grows black.
But my letters are lost in the weight of the sea.
A lighthouse is the last hope for those without direction,
The one thing that calls them home again.
I keep the light. I keep waiting.
Tonight I am pulling out a box of pictures
Lookin’ at’em one by one
As I am sippin’ on my elixir
I reminisce about the day we begun
Tonight we’re having a get together
They’ll arrive one by one
We’ll be sippin’ on our favorite beverage
And we’ll be missin’ one
Tonight after saying goodbye to you
We’ll be missin’ you separately
Some will cry some will sigh, some will just do
We’ll be missin’ you desperately
As leaves blow over and time ages
And one by one the years go past
We all have grieved in different stages
And the pain has left at last
We’ll find you in a gallery of memories
Where we’ll think of you a lot
One by one each prayer released
Our most intimate thoughts with God
Squishy Wishy Mishy Squish
verdant frog are dancing with a wish
They want to be free and enjoy the delight
Portland’s steppers, whirling out of sight
Squishy Wishy Mishy Squishy kiss
it you don’t join us, we’ll be amiss
We like to mingle and tingle too
Grab a hand, so we won’t be blue
Slithery slathery slick slick slick
shaking your booty is the trick
Hickory dickory mickery boo
Let’s go past Powell’s and shake a shoe
Oh yes you can, please join us now
We won’t take no, we don’t know how
Squishy wishy mishy ho ho ho ho
Dancing elevates your heart just so
here i sit...
giving a bit
knot-knowing
what to do...
but make things
seem fixed and...
go past the tricks
slippers are my best shoes...
len
When I was young, my mother used to say,
“When you grow up, go past the seven seas.”
She spoke of ships that sailed from the India’s bay ,
To England’s shores in the old colonial days.
When I first flew to Colorado’s sky,
I soared with the KLM in royal grace.
From DC-3, I knew not which seas I crossed,
Through Manila, Tokyo, & Honolulu’s place.
Now here I dwell by the Pacific’s shore,
In California, sunlit evermore.
The water blue, the restless waves arise,
For diving, surfing—freedom under skies.
The mountains, forests, cliffs all meet the beach,
Where bears at night and seabirds feed in reach.
The music of the waves sings soft and wild,
The days drift slow, the heart turns free and mild.
The beaches deep, the waves can sink a ship,
Beware the jellyfish on fishing trips,
If walking with a cane, bring forth a friend,
For bluffs descend where beach and cliff shall blend.
A pretty woman with a yellow flower bouquet in hand,
Walks down the street in light drizzle,
Her pretty hat covers her flowing blond hair lightly,
The flowing white skirt over dancing legs creates beauty.
A handsome man walks by her,
Immersed in the beauty of streetlights and drizzle,
He hardly notices the pretty woman go past him,
May be the lady’s bouquet was not meant for him.
The street is enchanted with yellow moon and flying birds,
May be this magic will find the man of lady’s dream.
When I dare to go deep inside
I get scared at what I might find
It’s not that I loathe myself
But I fear that if I expose myself
Nothing will ever be the same
When I go to that sacred space
Where no soul has ever dared to peer
A place where I long retired the key
I fear that once that door has opened
All will be in vain
When I go past that protected entry
I know that you are curious to see
It’s not that the sunlight will scorch you
I fear that the rivers might drown you
So that you no longer remember my name
A silent kiss, forgotten song,
Are the moments I've strung along
A necklace of days I once knew,
that became broken without you
Summer's breeze carried us in clouds, impossibly high
We flew so far away, we were but a whispered sigh
lilac meadows remind us to hear, and not forget
Each silent kiss becomes a gold and crimson sunset
I sit alone 'neath branches bare
with chilly voice, wind tries to share
a remembered song, springtime bliss
But I just think of our first kiss
Lonely, waiting, the hours last
Each long day yawning to exist
Stolen are days as they go past
And then I hear your silent kiss
Zealous
Live life with no barriers.
Be vigilant moving forward.
Find a reason worth living.
Make time for soul-searching.
Go past the horizon.
Stand strong, keep believing.
Life can be ironically.
Be true, stay free.
Become your own man.
Don’t follow the world, take a stand.
What is your agenda?
Don’t take life for granted.
Be grateful moving forward.
Tomorrow can be unpredictable.
Your life can be monumental.
Be zealous in pursuit.
Follow your dreams.
Around the corner can be surprising.
Move on from the guilt.
Don’t put up with anyones bull.
Take back what is yours.
Deep inside, you can be more.
Hey there dope fiends,
It’s me, your addiction. The thing you can’t
live without. Your job has tied you to me.
The out of town family would think
something was all wrong if you didn’t stroke
me on a daily. My superficial voice lets them
know in no uncertain terms that you’re alive.
But they really don’t go past a shallow
scroll. Do they? Hits in small doses. I have
retrained you all with mediocre and you
didn’t even know it. Now go try and find
someone that can look you in the eye. Hold
a conversation for longer than 20 minutes.
Let me save you the time. I’ve made it nearly
impossible. As far as finding a way out? Try
to ignore me. Try and turn me off. You will
end up more isolated than you already are.
Either way I win. I always win. Why? I’m
always at your disposal. I am right there.
A lackluster substitute that lets you get away
with everything and never holds you accountable.
Now be sure to set that passcode.
You could never remember a full password.
Sincerely,
Well no one uses me to talk anymore.
Let’s change my name. Anyone game?
Mile high eyes Miss Imagination,
beguile us with a new fairy tale.
Style the hair of an unruly wish
while writing a journey at grande scale.
No way let your eyes start to open,
throw out reality for daydreams.
Below your lids let your mind wander,
go past what is known aim for extremes.
Lost Moments
Dr Ranjit Dutta
Fleeting whispers
Smiles so bright,
Gone with wind
Into endless night.
Unclaimed kisses,
Unseen tears,
Echoes fade
All the years through.
Haze memory
Recalls
Missed opportunities
Once and all.
A bitter-sweet reminder
To see
The value of now
In destiny,
Each precious moment
A gift divine
Never comes again,
The chance to shine
Embrace the present,
Let go past
Only as past
Because the time's river,
Forever flows fast.
"You are a volume in the book. A mirror to the power that created the universe. Whatever you want, ask it of yourself. Whatever you’re looking for can only be found inside of you."
- Rumi
It’s written about you,
Someone sees and has a clue,
The sacred book opens the door to light,
This pierces through the night.
Go past the troubles that find their way to your room,
Beyond you is a land of bloom,
Ask what you desire,
Let the sacred truths deeply inspire.
Hope is like blooming meadows,
It lifts the soul out of the shadows,
Elucidate those wondrous dreams on the inside,
Let it be chauffeured by dawn on the outside.
Walk on the bright side of life,
It’s a door out of strife,
We’re vessels of grace,
Faith is the shoe’s lace.
No one can take my baby
‘cause she was meant for me.
My baby and I go cruisin’
and that’s when I feel free.
My baby takes me anywhere
that I could want to be.
Playing tunes, I take her
down curves that lead to the sea.
My baby looks cool, top down.
She’s smooth and she is fast.
The wind caresses us
as the shoreline we go past.
My baby’s built for comfort.
I stop and then recline,
gazing into the night
and feeling ever so fine.
My baby doesn’t mind
a single thing I do.
She’s just as sweet today
as when she was brand new.
My baby doesn’t get jealous
when I leave her until dawn.
She knows when the morning comes
again I’ll be turning her on.
I spend the night with my honey.
We both get up for the day.
I turn my baby on; she purrs
and she carries me away.
My baby’s a convertible -
a Mustang perfect for me.
My honey can jump in his jeep.
With my baby a while I’ll be!
.
Be an astrologer of intense curiosity,
sit down and admire the nightly wonders
extending beyond sight and boundary;
constellations are myriads of stars!
Ah, the weak ones fall out and become comets,
crossing stellar skies, shedding sparkles of silver;
the stronger ones stay firm and don't show fear:
they have no urge to leave the glorious Heavens!
Who never dreams staring at the nocturne sky
has no awareness, no urge to go past imagination
that incites to discover it beyond human conception;
even an atheist is amazed by such splendorous beauty!
Constellations are a manifestation of brilliant display
of light in the glimmering waters of tenebrous oceans...
as the effulgent moon adds its charm to draw appeal;
huddling lovers shiver, but they love what they reveal!
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