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Above the high cliffs which hang over oceans vast
The tiny house clings on the mountain like a child's toy
Where my dearest sleeps in her depths now warm and cozy
Pillowed soft, her head rests on in breaths of calm serenity
Tranquility comes with a gentle breeze through open windows
Which should be closed as winter soon will make a call
One day in the distant future I will return to you my love
Rolled in on the somber fog at 2:00 am to touch you
To hold you tight and kiss your rosy cheeks
Then leave as quickly before you are alarmed
Never to hold you in my arms again
We must remain as friends and spirits to each other
Two people who never met but never will forget
The loneliest road I’ve taken winds, unseen,
Through shadowed woods where no bright of day can find,
Past bushes low and trees of whispering green,
Each root and leaf in tangled paths entwined.
The bees drift softly, droning round my ear,
In solitude, their gentle hums resound—
A music sweet, yet haunting, sharp and clear,
Among the hidden corners of the ground.
The ocean’s breath is far yet finds me here,
A murmuring breeze through every pine,
It stirs the leaves like distant worlds I see,
A ghostly touch, a presence soft, so heavenly.
I walk alone, yet never quite alone,
The wilds my heart with tender sighs you console;
For on this path, though every steps unknown,
The earth itself is keeper of my soul.
Love means a wild whistle
A soft breeze through the window
Creating ruffles in the mind
Love means patter patter rains
Echoes of spring, dance of rongali
Love means the sunshine of aahar
Dreams of painting green on a brown scrape
Love means waves in the water
Wish to hold onto the sky
Love means moonlight magic
Unknowingly discovering the Buddha
Love means eksaran
Self-submission in his intoxication
Love means acceptance
Shivering dewdrops on sewali
Love means rebellion
Konwar being hanged, tears of 1857
Love means a blood bathed
Afternoon in Gohpur of ‘42
Love means the fire of ‘83
Dying to keep love alive
Love means the smell of bokul
Kept inside books
Somethings tried to be forgotten
But unforgettable…!
Original in Assamese: ' Bakul Bakul Gondho Amar Ei Bhalpuwa' translated by Prof. Anita Baruwa.
Do not fear my dear,
I am your true friend;
You will see me near
When your time's at end;
This you can depend.
Be aware I come,
To forfeit all tense;
Bring closure to sum,
Suspend odd bad sense;
Yet, why feel so dense?
Yes I end old trends,
I know what's your name;
I come as your friend,
Square and sum life's game;
Fetch you just the same.
I will guide you home,
Take your soul away;
Fear need never roam,
Watch me make your day;
Cut the cord from play.
My mantra sounds clear,
I am death that speaks;
Be fearless my dear,
Heaven is your peak;
Love is what you seek.
So let's go quickly,
Joy and peace await;
Leave all things worldly,
Breeze through this last gate;
Embrace your sure fate.
Yes take a good look,
See with a clear mind;
Last page of your book,
Surrender in kind;
Leave this world behind.
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2017
Singapore
Watch the moon rise
Over the trees;
That mystic pearl
~~~~~~~~~
Here by this bench
Sad notes incline;
A lonely face
~~~~~~~~~
A fat cat sits
By concrete wall;
Stares blankly
~~~~~~~~~
Moonlight tonight
Feel mystic glow;
Romantic feel
~~~~~~~~~
Lunatic wiles
Evening interlude;
Awakening charms
~~~~~~~~~
Evening news flash
Terrible tragedy;
Tianjin explosion
~~~~~~~~~
Tons of chemicals
Sodium cyanide;
Death proliferates
~~~~~~~~~
Newspaper sells
Tales of destruction;
Death toll rises
~~~~~~~~~
Here we go
Crisscross each to each;
Global village song
~~~~~~~~~
Poetry slam
Word offerings;
Rude spectacle
~~~~~~~~~
Touch of empty
Breeze through fingers;
A void speaks
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 August 2015
Singapore
In the tapestry of my thoughts, where shadows dance with light,
I wander through the memories of mobs, where fear is a dense fog,
Narrow-mindedness cloaks the minds, and pessimism bites like winter's chill.
Yet, breaking free from that relentless tide, I find the world anew,
Unfolding like a flower in the morning sun, petals of beauty unseen before.
Mobs seem to be nests of tumultuous shades, breeding fear,
Their echoes swirling like dark clouds, eclipsing the brilliance of the day.
But oh, the freedom of stepping beyond that tempest,
The shroud of dread falls away, and the light of wonder floods in,
Seeing more beauty in the every day, more love in the quiet moments.
From the fringes of this newfound clarity, forgiveness sprouts like spring leaves,
Understanding unfolds in delicate blooms of empathy,
Life itself becomes an expansive canvas of positive hues,
Optimism dances like a gentle breeze through the open fields of my mind.
Yet, this path of light is not walked by all, its solitude daunting,
Most rush back to the mob, the chaotic cacophony,
Where the illusion of safety feels like a comforting embrace,
Unaware that in the heart of the storm lies the seed of true serenity.
Within this delicate silence, far from the throes of collective dread,
I find a world stripped bare of pretense, glittering with boundless possibility,
Each moment a drop of light in the vast ocean of existence,
A reminder that breaking ties is not an escape, but a return,
To the essence of life’s pure, undiluted song.
Now you are talking to me, your words so tight are now unbound,
In whispers of dusk, where lost echoes are found.
A symphony silent, yet pulsing with sound,
Drawing our spirits from dark to light.
Now you are talking to me, in this fleeting hour,
Your voice like a breeze through a garden in flower.
Each syllable dances, a waltz in the night,
Casting away every trace of our fright.
Now you are talking to me, with truth in your tone,
Breaking the barriers we’ve long outgrown.
In the heart of the stillness, where secrets once slept,
We forge a new language where dreams are kept.
Now you are talking to me, as stars softly gleam,
In the hushed conversation of soul and dream.
A moment eternal, where silence has flown,
Now you are talking to me, and I am found.
...that builds its scaffolding within
neuro-rivulets
brain tidy
or caught in random whims
to form a sense of self
memory, where it resides
with packed up boxes of old photos
sometimes in mistakes made
that rub me the wrong way
like the gray torn threads of frozen seams
no microscope needed
recalling
a spring of sprawling promises
in a stubbled field where lovers once cooed
memory tousled like skipping ropes abandoned
or in your grandmother's hands craddling tea
fitting thoughts of tip-toed dancing
or childhood blips of snatching snowflakes
on tongues and lashes
sometimes the shoes it wears are boots in war song blues
or slippers that breeze through rosebud dreams
sleighs down hills
and sugar apples at Halloween
beyond the frame of what has ceased
memories like rock yokes about our necks
or the morning bread on which to feast
We become empty and void like vast space,
aided by bliss mists that suffuse our form
and there remain no tests, we need to ace,
as we’re cradled by divine currents warm.
Mind-body a vessel, in which dwells soul,
which first descends, before upward ascent
but to fulfil thus its ordained life role,
it must first and foremost, grant love consent.
Opposites dissolve when love’s manifest
and cravings of lower mind too recede,
whereupon we breeze through life in light jest,
allowing bliss beat pulsations to lead.
Flame of innocence in our heart aglow,
breath by breath we rise, in staid stillness slow.
Breath by breath we rise, in staid stillness slow,
witnessed by presence, with a tranquil eye,
as shedding resistance we gently flow,
observing false ego wither and die.
We alone witness our transmutation,
near and dear ones remaining unaware
of our soul’s divine entwined flirtation
and though we wish to share, no one can pair.
Our stance is stillness, in silence we burn,
feeling hidden nodes within come alive
and truths transcending mind, in time we learn,
as deeper and deeper in bliss we dive.
We write on, although we cannot translate,
sublime bliss rapture that does not abate.
Sublime bliss rapture that does not abate,
reverberates within by day and night,
asking but of us to keep our heart chaste,
whilst teleporting us to zenith height.
Synced with vibrations of the universe,
delighting in each offered sensation,
essence of presence sings a joyous verse,
as our spontaneous meditation.
Illumined within, is our central vein,
being both immanent and transcendent,
at the centre of which, heart free from stain,
radiates our inner light resplendent.
With no goals to chase nor puzzles to lace,
we become empty and void like vast space.
It's a big world, don't believe it
try driving through Texas on a hot August day
with the AC out and the windows down
nothing but road and space and a clear blue
western Texas sky.
Unmerciful sun hammers down and it feels like
it is hitching a ride along side of you.
The breeze through the car window feels like a flame
scorching your face, only the evaporating sweat
ceases burnt skin.
Driving to oblivion with no other vehicles to be seen
just miles and miles of open road, and beside the roads
shrubby trees and pastureland with moo cows
roasting in the heat swinging tails to swat flies
always a lone abandon house crumbling to dust.
At least the bluebells bloom on the side of the road
in spring. This ain't spring. Just a Texas summer
that rivals the furnace of hell. Out of nowhere following
you from behind a hearse driven by a gaunt thin tall
man with eyes as blue as the devils'
Why you feel uneasy not sure but a heavy foot
on the gas pedal for distance, the rear mirror
shows the long black Lincoln limousine shinning
behind, behind, behind...no more
a smirk of satisfaction and ease to go slower.
It's a big world you turn to your destination
life again, noise, streets, buildings, people
it even feels just a bit cooler.
turn in to the house driveway to park, open car door
stretch those legs and arms, look and see
Next door in the driveway a long black Lincoln
limousine, naw it couldn't be, got to be another hearse
Out the neighbors door gaunt thin and tall devil blue eyes
nods his head. The world feels small now
it is just not big enough.