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Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
On an absolutely dark moonless Diwali night ,
Sprit of festival comes in alive !
Everyone looks glamorous, in best of attire,
Colourful lights and candles glow bright,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !
Warm Embrace puts an end to enmity and satire,
Sets off every mood exactly right,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !
Colour display of crackers, no fight fire with fire,
Exchanging sweets and gifts gain new height,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !
Beauty in ideas beyond diamonds and sapphire,
Vast hearty emotions walk in equal delight,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !
Return of Lord Ram to Ayodhya we celebrate,
Worship of Goddess Luxmi, prosperity to plight,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !
Written on 7/5/14
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Jaba Love the bite of "Bhachu"
Leaves the colour of crimson
Your chariots zooming past
Hearts so desire your embrace
Calmy I now chew worlds emerge
Anthaas is when mind envisions
You are sacred very sacred..
Enemies who demonized you
Now revere appreciating you
Tributes see rolling in KING
They cross the ravines of Tana
Since teenage ME adoring you
The glory of SIER
Basking under the SUN
Swayed by the MOUNTAIN breeze
Lustfull delinquents staring at YOU
Your sentry the seraphi GUARD
Seven sons of the LIGHT
Striking the thieving wolves
Forbidden from using you VEVE
Show me your FRUITS..
Let me IMMORTALITY embrace
Now in REBELLION, i embrace you
Let them call us goats
We are higher than Atlantis
Nivarnas beacons in realtime
An electric current uniting
All currents byword Karama
Indeed your word CIIRA is law
Flowing beautiful meandering
MAARANJA is where I will build
My throne straddling the gate
City of gods and immortals
WABA you waters a people blessed
Am but SWORN to protect
A people a tree a vine - ADOOR
JOY does eventually come..
In deeming witness to the STAR
Your sandal straps am not worth..
To untie yet they now yield to your will
The CALL unto repentance
I will call you ELI for you are chosen
Will you my redeemer try my farm
My vine and fruits the best in the land
Not just food but it is soul food
For the JUST ones THE UP-RITE
They were but slain... SHAHADHA
Upon the second heaven am planted
The eastern bypass I see you are open
Its time to gain entry..
For the elect to go home
It's your RULE we desire
Oh JUST one of ZAYUINI
Your word is LAW
Millennia in your presence
The govt from above..
Secrets abound regimes fall
Yeshua You are worthy
Loves looks out of blue skies from the top of the hill,
Hate looks out from the shadows of the valley below.
Love with the warmth of the sun on the shoulders sees what is
pure in the morning air.
Hate still covered in the frost from the night before,
only sees through eyes that are cold.
Love always sees a glimmer of hope,
Where hate sees none.
Love sees potential,
Where hate sees only misery and destruction.
Love sees what second chances can do,
Hate can't see past its own shadow.
Love knows when to move on from infertile ground,
Leaving behind embers that can be yet rekindled if God so wishes.
Hate can't see clearly enough to give up on revenge.
Love looks for broken hearts to mend and minds to clear of hate,
Hate looks for hearts to turn black and confused minds to work on.
Love is kind to human flesh, giving it a healthy glow,
Hate eats away at it and ages it prematurely.
Love sees in many colours and works in lots of different ways,
Hate sees only in one colour and always works in the dark.
Love looks to new beginnings,
Hate always looks to past wrongs.
Love always walks with a lighted candle so it can see where it is needed,
Hate looks for the lighted candle so it can snuff it out.
Love sees even the end of hate.
Hate sees nothing but its own reflection.
Goodbye Europe
Driving along I saw at a distance what looked
like two dark shadows holding up a smaller wizen shadow,
and I thought without Africa, Europe would have been a more miserable place.
We stole their people from working in fields and factories
we took their minerals and gold and left them destitute.
Now they are coming here, and we offer them a tent,
If you are not a wall climber, a fast track runner or football
hero, we don`t want to know.
I the meantime, the population – white tribe- am dying out
We have reached the pinnacle of our evolution, the glass siling
has broken women prefer driving Mercedes cars and
men turn to each other for succour to be gay is the new normal.
We older and another race must take over our delimitations we are
dying out, we are a curious vanishing race in a sea of colour and strange manners. Unless Europe wakes up and produces own children
we need immigrants on a massive
scale, if not we become a historical footnote.
I've wandered many islands,
Seen countless shades of blue.
But none compare, my friends, to where
The glass and lace ring true.
Let me paint you a picture,
Of Murano's fiery art,
And Burano's rainbow houses,
That set these isles apart.
Murano's furnaces blazing,
Glass maestros at their craft.
Molten sand transformed into beauty,
With every skilful draft.
The clink of cooling crystals,
A melody so clear.
Chandeliers and figurines,
Fragile art appears.
In Burano, colours dancing,
On every house and street.
A painter's palette comes to life,
Where sky and water meet.
Lacemakers' fingers flying,
Creating intricate dreams.
Their needles flash like lightning,
Stitching stories at the seams.
The canals reflect the hues,
Of houses standing tall.
A kaleidoscope of wonder,
Enchanting one and all.
Fishermen's boats bob gently,
In waters calm and still.
Their nets full of the day's catch,
The air with salt air fills.
The church tower leans so slightly,
A guardian of time.
Watching over coloured houses,
In this land so sublime.
Tourists wander, cameras clicking,
To capture every sight.
In this magical lagoon world,
Bathed in Venetian light.
As day fades into twilight,
The islands slowly sleep.
But their beauty keeps on glowing,
A memory to keep.
So when you're seeking wonder,
And your heart yearns to roam,
Remember Murano and Burano,
Where art and colour call home.
In glass and lace and painted walls,
These isles have cast their spell.
A testament to human craft,
And nature's beauty as well.
So let the world keep turning,
But pause here for a while,
Where Murano's glass keeps burning,
And Burano's colours smile.
I was not expecting
To fall in love
Today
It caught me
Off guard
And unsuspecting
I was tired
Dirty
From work
An travel
I’ll just drop in here
For something to eat
My mind
It was way ahead of me
Already in the shower
Getting ready for bed
Craving
Cheese and olives
I looked up from the selection
Straight into her eye’s
Those big orbs
Of onyx
Her spell
It struck me
I tried to talk
But mumbled
And thumbled
I see my reflection
In her eyes
And when I open
My mouth
Butterfly’s
Did flutter
Coming out
Oh why
Did she have to smile
My legs froze
In place
As my torso
Melted around them
Like the bottom end
Of a candle
I tried to speak
Again
But nothing
Nothing came out
Am sure my mouth did move
Moved in silence
“Are you ok?”
She said, so softly
Oh why
Did her voice
Have to be so soft and sweet
All I could think to do
Was lower my head
Into my hand
I came back up
To breath
“Yes, sorry. Am just tired”
“May I have.’
Her hair
Matched the colour of her eyes
So long
And straight
“Look for a ring, idiot”
My inner voice yelled
Her ring finger
Stayed hidden
From my view
I tilted my body
Left, then forward
She looked up at me
Through the glass
Oh , stretch, stretch
My inner self was doing a face palm
Way to go drop kick, it said
“Was there anything else?”
“No, no. Thankyou.”
I reached out for my selection
To far
To fast
I felt the softest hand
Under my dirty
Orc fingers
Oh, why did she have to be so soft
I pulled my arm back
As she tilted her head
And blinked, questioningly
I didn’t need anything
Down the aisles
I walked
Just the end
So, I could look her way
Both times
She caught me
And smiled
Oh, why did she have to have
Such a beautiful smile
I think
She might be on to me
So paid and left
Left myself
A little flustered
Probably
Busted
Am only there
Every other week
Twice now
But have been unable
To manufacture
A meet
Some nights
She keeps me awake
And I worry
About
The implications
It’s the day before New Year’s Eve
And the minute and hour hands
Clutch and hold on tight,
As the cuckoo clock pings six times.
Airborne towards emptiness,
Fireworks whistle and hiss,
Shattering the silence;
Nothing to hold them back
Except the dark
And perfect moon.
Different colour
Dandelion fuzz balls
Scatter, sputtering showers.
Dogs howl and bark
In the neighborhoods.
My little Pekingese
Trembles and whines
Next to me at the loud
Gunfire and booms.
How many dogs will stay home?
How many dogs will run away
From the hissing, whistling,
Snap loud ka-boom, and pop, pop
And not find their way home?
How many will end up in a shelter?
12/31/2020
Supposed there is a
hint on how to live well
supposed I asked
a question
" What is the north? "
or " What does it mean
to be a philosopher? "
or " What do you mean by
a tea or lipton? "
supposed someone said
he/she wants to dig deep
and understand when
and how these things
settled here
and if possible can he/she
form a group or at least
a society like this one?
supposed it is right
to say that this colour
is green or blue
or at least something
to that effect
now is it not same as
to say that this colour is
white?
there is this saying
that man is different
both in a day and night
I knew that there are
dreams of my own
and no one sewer these
things for me.
I before e, except after c
As in “piece” or “niece”, “belief” or “Brie”,
The rule that school drummed into me
But there’s no such thing as conformity
Albeit that most words comply
Some do not and that is why
You cannot deal in absolutes
Some words have different attributes
Do not perceive this general rule,
(Should you not wish to prove the fool)
Applies in every sentence formed
That’s not the case - be well informed
For words in their complexity.
Enhance our rich vocabulary
Just because there’s an exception
Is not grammatical deception
Difference is not abnormality
But a part of life’s rich tapestry
When we solder our soul to the page
It’s what brings colour to the beige
Embrace our differences and see
This world’s a better place to be.
I see no Knight in shining armour
On his trusty steed
I can't see the local farmer or man of any
Colour or creed
Who would want a valentine like me
No man with any sense
Who would date a woman
Who's name is Hortense
Hortense stable is my unfortunate name
Not a good start
When you are in the waiting game
I have been waiting to be someone's Valentine
For a very long time
At school, when asked if I could play
The boys would shout Neigh, Neigh, Neigh
Go Hortense
And play the other side of the school fence
I would not mind so much
If I was tall and slim
Like a racehorse
Elegant and slim
I look more like a pony
A Shetland at that
Small round and podgy
Cuddly and fat
One day while out walking and feeling
Sorry for myself
All my friends were married and
I was still on the shelf
I suddenly felt dizzy
My head was spinning around
When I came to, I was
Laying on the ground
I felt someone's arms around me
Who said "are you alright, love?
Looking up, I saw a man
An angel from above
I said "thank you" as I got back on my feet
The man smiled kindly and said "this is an unusual
Way to meet"
He asked for my name, I did not reply
This strangers presence made me feel shy
He looked hesitant then began to speak
"I would like to see you again if you don't
Think I have a cheek. My name is Ned
Ned Trainer to be precise
Laugh if you like, I will still think you're nice."
"I would like to know your name
If you feel you are able."
Taking a deep breath she said
"My name is Hortense Stable."