And maybe,
After we perish,
We will finally collide
Not bound by destiny,
But rather by the specks of dirt we're buried beneath.
They say,
Togetherness is contagious,
But Infirmity never claimed me
For our flesh had remained strangers to one another.
We never shaped the lives we dreamt of.
We forgot to be while becoming.
Yet,
In the core of the earth,
somehow, we find each other,
Tangled in the asthenosphere.
it's the only thing we share;
Death, dirt, and desire.
We were never each other's in life,
Yet the earth made us one in death.
IN BEING FLOWERS OF HIS
Be in God’s life-vase;
Your petals, ever blooming,
His bouquets of love:-
Run away with me,
But if fear should find you first,
Meet me in my dreams.
IN AND OF MISSING BELOVED FRIENDS
Need no more troubles,
Stop following Satan’s way;
Be in that of God’s:-
Don’t you miss God’s peace and love?
They didn’t leave you; you left them:-
A darling, a sweetheart
We agree to disagree and become carefree
Cupid's dart!
In sorrows, joys
We share all, over a coffee
Our poise!!
Tranquil
Life glows in glee
Fill!!!
A darling, a sweetheart
We share all, over a coffee
Fill!!!
Draw the water slow,
From the well of love and pain,
And drench me with life.
I can’t delete you
How can I forget you?
Could I remember you?
I don't know who you are
I just know, you put
Weight on my life
It's not a problem
I just needed your heart
Please, give it to me
Mine is yours
Forever
There isn't any question
My heart is clear
My love is pure
But my soul is dark
But, loving you
Please, put light
Into my heart
I love you
Please choose
Give life
Or kill me
My forever
Love
I love you
The dark
Demon
But child
Beautiful Hungarian Lady
Do you remember that young guy?
You know my love, it's me
A rocker boy from the last desk,
in the classroom
I just watched you, just watched you
You, Eve, the amazing teacher
My love, I still loving you
I can't forget you, even though you far away
Yes, in the time, in the past
and in the real life
You live in Hungary, I live in England
Distance, distance, distance…
It's very bad, I am suffering a lot
Just feel it, my beautiful teacher
Dame, Queen, woman, the perfect
I love you, keep it in mind
I am always waiting for you
Don't be passive, open your heart
Our love is more than…
Our love is more than…
The Taj Mahal
wear this tiara of tears, weep veiled stars
O wedded Hina of heart ~
falling in l o v e
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I sat on the edge of love
Too afraid to go all in;
Not knowing if I would sink and drown,
Or, instinctively know how to swim.
I stood upon the shoreline
Watching many a fish swim by,
Never working up the courage
To give meeting any of them a try.
When finally, I dove in,
I discovered I was just another guy,
And when living emersed in water
No one notices when you have a cry.
I eventually found my lover,
After venturing into the deep end,
Surprised to have discovered,
She was disguised as my best friend.
I wasted time standing on the sideline,
That could have been spent with my soul mate,
But, better than never diving in,
Is jumping in a little bit late.
So, if you are sitting on the edge of love,
To you I give this advice,
Work up the courage to come on in,
The water in here is nice.
MINDING MISPLAYED WAYS
1.
Hate wanted his way;
Love refused to have it so;
Peace joining with her:
It’s like having it your way,
Rather than God’s chosen way:-
2.
Hate came out to play,
Rolled into a hole of peace;
Melted into love:-
3.
Always slap Satan in the face,
Continuing in God’s life-race:-
4.
God’s way is always the right way.
Eos laughs, lifted by her progeny,
Dusk receives; his hands don't reach
The wind blows; laugh for this
One of us does not
laugh at the other
One of us asks
“What’s that light?”
The other responds, elegantly:
“My reading light I use
to keep my eye on you”
One of us thinks that’s funny
One of us does not
One of us is high
on life
One of us is not
Sometimes I wonder how we make it through a single day? The Light and the Darkness, the free thoughts and old fears. Eyes that tell the world of what a man has seen. And in this life, It is bound to be too much. As a child I found out one day, that love was mysteriously negotiable. I searched for the true kind and found a great love, yes one that had it all, the joy, the sorrow. We learn to make our way through that thick bramble, scratched, and a ragged heart, The doctors they can put hearts back together, leaving it up to you to let it get beat up again, in the tradition of all human families. I think back at all the drama of people living together, suffering the broken love, solemn faces held in the past, when days shone with the possibility of happiness. The stories tell of our plight, all those who survived the good, the bad and the ugly, and if possible, will probably do it again, until we learn just what it's trying to teach us, and where it will eventually take us.
1
Heavy rain outside,
your door is closed.
He is waiting out there,
soaked in the storm, counting time.
You’d open the door
and welcome him.
You’d wipe his head and face
with your fingers of love.
And when you unbutton his shirt,
you’d notice—
he is fragile from inside,
his little heart broken into tiny pieces.
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