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It's that of a cold night, with warmth of a fires light.
That of a crackling you hear.
Not so much of the fire but two couples rustling in the leaves.
It was the steam from the bush that gave it away.
As many campers stared in amaze.
It was there new life was born as two became lovers and one.
But it was there to which it goes, that sex was inspired in the woods.
That you could even hear the squrrils chirping as she yells when he hit bottom end.
That it wasn't them that shook the tree's but the explosion from yonder end.
As I felt pleasure from within and whisper.
I Love You softly in her ears.
And kiss your lips to conceal the deal.
Open the Heavens
In between stardust and moonbeams that shine
Leaving a trail on the sky
Open the heavens, this angel is mine
Wonderful dreams soar on high
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Emptying sadness along with the pain
Yesterday’s sorrows to leave
Only a whisper shall come with the rain
Until the time we believe
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Asking the questions that speak from my heart
Needing a place to begin
After the moments that kept us apart
Sending my love from within
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Offering all that this man he can bring
Pleasures I hope you can feel
Happiness flows in the verses we sing
No longer love to conceal
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Unmet expectations damage your demanding mind,
your senses become the fast spreading wild fire.
Uncontrolled, it boils the blood of your intrinsic pride,
and as it flares up, it burns my gentle demeanor.
Its ferocity blazes the bonhomie of bonding chords,
my life turns into an urn filled with your ill feeling.
Your flashing eyes can’t conceal you seethe inside,
generate an inferno of malice for me in your heart .
The twisted tongue spills out your sentiments so sadistic,
smeared with the vicious venom of your malicious mind.
The scorched petals of my floral essence are dislodged
to feel the dreams turn into debris, suffering in silent pain.
I pray to God to give me the strength of tolerant psyche
and the acuity of empathetic acumen to sense that
“the only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.”
So, the spontaneous spurt of imbibed divine forgiveness
emanates from the fountain of my benign soul,
and I perceive my genial mind evade the pangs of agony.
real life wasn't real nice
so conceal and disguise
and let fly many lies
which fill minds and survive
'til alive and realised
as real life which feels nice
as real dies out and hides
deep inside where it thrives
as real memories arise
of reality and life
when these guys telling lies
showed their nastiest side
and true colours dark and sly
which have changed over time
to a bright light and blue sky
seen as nice now and kind
as real lies are real life
now that real is denied
as real memories in me
most alive aren't supplied
to the outside kept inside
cus if I let them fly
it means I am not nice
and they don't fit the vision
made by lies as real life
with its feeling of nice
which is now factualised
as the reality prized
with such loving delight
and people weren't evil
just so damn bloody nice
and I alone know of the lies
that I must never speak of
because lies are now life
and real life has now died
twisted up tightened twice
what was real wasn't nice
but what's real now delights
twisted up to entice
so now sinners are saints
from when saints weren't alive
and the saints are the sinners
but are saints through their lies
which means the nastiest people
are the best at disguise
whilst the honest real people
become those telling lies
because nasty memories will be wiped over time
replaced by nice ones,
whilst nice ones keep the nasty alive
the nice speak of nasty and are seen as not nice
while the nasty speak nicely and con you for life
honesty suffers and pride comes from lies
I think I'm now wiser since I realised
for me honesty will always suffice
because lies are for people who should get a life
*well done if you followed that, (the real and the lies interchange, the lies become real and the real becomes strange, the unreal becomes real and the real unreal, like a really rapid wheel stopping still, ha, paradox wordplay, if they all agree to disagree, then all agree and disagree, and therefore all agreed and none can disagree yet all do disagree, a metaphor of life and lies)
I stir, accusing the moving toward sunlight.
A day loaded up with musings on the gunfight.
It's been a day brimming with unconventionality.
I sustain on hammering against things in my memory.
As yet lying, endeavoring courageously to feel at peace.
I'm frightened to exist in a condition of entreats.
Indeed, even depression can't communicate the sensation.
Or where pride is by all accounts going in the proper position.
My giggling is an impression of my dread.
Somewhere inside, my eyes motivate mend.
It passes on a troubling feeling of melancholy.
I put on a glowing face to conceal my anxiety.
Euphoria is startling in my universe.
I'm a tree in the ocean or even worse.
Written: October 1st, 2021
BETWEEN FARAWAY DISTANCE is THE POET and I
Treacherous stretches mounds of greens feed fresh the mind. . .
never ever upon a spangled heavens or in seagulls’ crash - hush,
nor on echoed notes of tweeting nightingales did I hear; feel. I find
the need to stop, steadily listen to the drumbeating of my heart.
Vivid is the touch of class brushed unto words, phrases and lines
paraded to thousand eyes to be read; critiqued or appreciated.
Not the lyrics, not the tones, not ev'n verses nor blues could conceal.
His pens, the aroma of spring flowers, sweet! Drawing grins to lips:
his style, maybe common to some but to me: truly, one of a kind.
Speaking softly to my nerves, tickling senses to consider he. . .
Our panache oppose however in seeking depths likeness bursts,
boundless in abandon from fountain of muse, more than amuse.
Not a sonnet, not a kyrielle, not even a haiku nor a tanka could hide.
Unstoppable, the poet and I, our thoughts and feelings fused. Twined
in our inks displayed not only a blooming romance hue. Yes, between us
is a faraway distance, so flagrant - challenging intentions if sincere or not,
but shared portions of rhymes, talks and times won; serving as shapers,
enriching our vows. Not long, the poet and I is wearing golden rings.
Written January 01, 017 (09:55 am)
Sing a song of Taj Mahal
A landmark of lovers
And a lover's edifice
With medieval bowers
Tis a mecca for tourists
Tis sensational, tis exceptional,
tis truly a touristy place
Watch the shine and shimmer
of its magnificent marbled
dome
By the glimmer of moonlight
or sunlight, it's imperial chrome
So it's ironical then
that though Indian I am
I haven't yet been to this
touristy place
It is truly as they must say, a
lover's shrine
A place where hearts tend to
incline
They find it steamy
I find it dreamy
Oh I've to see for myself this
touristy place.
Each of the marbled minarets
conceal some romantic secrets
For lovers to silently explore
To admire and to adore
A place few lovers could ignore
Ah, you've got to visit this
touristy place
Two famed lovers lie in the
legendary vault below
and the stream too has a
romantic flow
A lover's haven, a paradise on
earth
Even dead passions there
undergo a new rebirth
Ah rekindle my love in this
touristy place!
Extol I may this awesome
imposing edifice
A greed for pure love is
perhaps better than avarice
So sing a song of Taj Mahal
A nice nazm or a great ghazal
So forever we have this
monumental
grace
Ah take me my love to this
touristy place!
(Sing to the tune of sing a song of six pence...
I see you not the title
Not what you need when life is survival
You are you and that is that
A separate entity that you combat
This shadow follows you everywhere
Something that is not nice or fair
Your daily battle is to keep them a shadow
And not let the play your brains piano
I have to accept this is for life
In good times and in strife
There is always a third wheel
That will be conceal
This figure keeps you up at night
When you feel most vulnerable despite
The drugs you take to keep him away
And not portray you another way
He is always at arms length
Whispering in your ear with each breath
Your body and soul fights him
To keep your lights from going dim
He dictates how your day goes
But never appears to impose
His mood affects your own
He is unwelcome company so your not alone
When he wins a daily joust
You don’t scream or shout
As tomorrow is a new day
Where he won’t put you on display
I understand you and your unfriend
I am here to attend and defend
Against the shadow that follows you
I’m not one to join a queue
I see your emotional struggles
This life is not full of fairies and bubbles
Day to day life is a grind
This bipolar needs to be co-signed
If I could take the pressure off
Not just as a one off
But forever to make your life better
I would take away that pressure
2011
I reflect upon a past that never existed
A plastic life that you never permitted
You and I in a meadow so green
Lost in a sugar-coated dream
Your mesmerizing smile takes my breath away
Your heart beats with me, here to stay
For a temporary or a forever bond
It doesn't even matter, for time has gone
Long ago, it died with all logic and reason
No room for order, too complex for seasons
I cannot conceal anymore
I cannot refrain anymore
I was never articulate with words
My rhymes may seem absurd
And though you may not think it's true
I'll just say it . . .
I love you, love you
But you're a DREAM, a false past!
Just like reality, our love will never last
Never last
For it NEVER came to pass
Never last, NEVER LAST
NOT TRUE, never true
But still . . . I love you
I do.
1st commandment "have no other god except me"
Should there be, He is impartial referee
2nd commandment "do not make idols"
It simply makes the two seem equal
3rd commandment "take His name not in vain"
If thou shall make out of it gains
4th commandment "remember the sabbath day and keep it holy"
For him to make all the 6 days struggles wholly
5th commandment "honor your father and your mother"
Also the elders and that shouldn't make you a smother
6th commandment "you shall not murder"
Like those before Corona herders
7th commandment "you shall not commit adultery"
Don't make it turn out to be your economic treasury
8th commandment "you shall not steal"
The worst is trying the whole lifetime to conceal
9th commandment "don't bear false witness against your neighbor"
Only God can help h/her with such labor
10th commandment "you shall not covet"
Not even pieces of paper inside the ballot
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11th commandment "follow your heart"
That's if you think it is smart.
12th commandment "rethink with your genuine mind"
To know how worthy if the kvetch affined
13th commandment "let go"
When at will, none is ready to burn down ego
14th commandment "living with the tragic"
But no one dares hold you if you turned it a magic
15th commandment "saints also do sin"
The difference is that they learned how to give in
16th commandment is "walk in-out like a stranger"
You will sincerely be given respect like danger
17th commandment "no one is perfect"
Even pastors do misdirect
18th commandment "you should place a tag"
But don't dare try to brag
19th commandment "no one has ever return with heaven's video tape"
Not even a single audiotape
20th commandment "be empty of worrying"
After all, no one can tell of himself foreseeing...