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smelling for fears, so near
manes and fur soft, licks hot
everything’s dear ~ so it seemed
stitches of fear down body
fangs pierced them all till
blood oozed, their booze
bear licked clean, a wean
in gear unfurl, no weakling
fingers into mane very sane
or profane
pears fall one by one, sometimes hurled
it is cosy, not rosy ~ springtime protected projection deflected
winter still to come
yet always here
lice crawl on floor
grey blankets damp
barred steel door clamped with
chains thick, cub in sky
is a guide
assessory locks fly, smoke rise
ferns uprooted as mooted
they cry for nigh
sighing
g o o d b y e
where on Planet this fragment
of inter-specie Love so tender a pretence
lions, bears or humans in air
combination a rotation ?
what time-space or race
holds symbolic pace
interpretation communication
vibratory wavelets not friend or foe
from which hill were they running
to see a graduation
in a murky spring of winter’s white ?
it remains undeciphered declarations
in another reality
perhaps not
toxicity sniffs
Leo roars
Bruno growls …
E N D I S T A I L T O B E E A T EN
in a forest of hopes
when hope is not a concept
since it rests on predetermination
which is fallacy
In the hidden darkness of the guarding night,
Where the silent world holds its breath at dusk,
Lies a deep and undeciphered secret,
An untold story where love and destiny meet.
On the unseen path where shadows dance,
We were like two spirits lost in an ancient spell,
Seeking the answer in the undying flame of a candle,
In an unbroken dance of dreams and promises.
The whisper of leaves and the song of the wind guided us,
Through the corridors of time where reality and fantasy intertwine.
We were like two comets traveling through the cosmic sea,
Searching for that meeting point where stories become real.
Under the dome of the starry sky, where mystery watches,
I felt your secret, emerging from the depths of times gone by.
In the mystical silence, we both felt the burning longing,
An unbounded desire to find what seems lost.
I miss that night, the enchantment that enveloped us,
The promise of a love that died in the heart of the night.
Yet, in the cosmic abyss where the mystery persists,
I continue to seek you in an unseen world where love exists.
3/10/24
Across the whole stretch
In all directions it pulls and tempts
Still the same old debts
Continual gold theft
Another night woke up in a cold sweat
Full of stress
Sinking below into ice cold depths
Struggling to hold the breath
Life doesn't revolve around a Rolex
It'll take ages to clean up the whole mess
From the planet another soul left
Leaving a hole in the chest
Secrets left in undeciphered bold text
If only we could understand what they told and meant
In our stubborn ways we are so set
Thinking they alway know best
All these folks hexed
Couldn't ever see it incoming even from the crows nest
No comparison, not even a close test
But that doesn't mean it's all hopeless
Time will tell what goes next
Focus keep your nose pressed
To the grindstone, it's your story make it happen with your own flesh
I'm somewhat happy, but I can do better, often I don't rest
Can't settle for a life of misery I won't accept
All that I am
With savour of liberty,
rudderless I float
in depth of time,
Unfolding treasures
and rapt of nature,
I try to construe laws.
Trusting humanity
beyond all caste and creed,
Waiting for boundaries
to say no to war,
Friends I live for stay
tugged at my heartstrings,
my life's tune put to melody.
Emotive and impulsive,
passion my fiery blood,
Agony eats me inside
as I drown in my own tears,
Materialism doesn't fascinate,
introspection at constant stake,
I am on a velocious voyage
that ends till eternity,
To my body and
soul's enlightenment.
Crazy bunch,
Anger crunch,
Undeciphered,
Complex puzzle,
Is all that I am !
Trusted but denied,
Honest little wise,
Take me kind,
In love blind,
Is all that I am !
Written July 31st, 2015
For contest "All that you are" by Charlotte Puddifoot
The labyrinth of the mind transforms into a somber temple, where glyphs of thought intertwine,
And beneath the dome of the nocturnal sky, hearts like ancient scrolls unfold and burn in incantations.
The only enclosure where man erects his biography is a veritable menagerie of dreams,
A pantheon of thoughts and phantasms, with the altar of bitter desires.
With fingers of transparent dreams, he stretches his wanderings across the inner frescoes,
Where colors blend into palimpsests, and pigment is born only when summoned.
But the depths hide the fog, unleashing sphinxes that roam the corridors of wise chaos,
And the shadows come, the night's responsory, to absorb his light, to fashion his coffin of shadows.
In this labyrinth of the self, celestial wolves and crystal deer spin round the roundel of forgetfulness,
And in the corners of darkness, basilisks nest, dreadlocks of darkness weave the feverish tapestry.
Demons silently ringing at the gate of essence, demand the toll to be freed and transfigured,
And all this reverberation, each turmoil, is an unwritten palimpsest, a silent carol.
Every breath, every tremble of the lip, is an undeciphered libretto, an unsung chord,
In the crypt of his heart, dungeons of unfulfilled passions,
Wandering on a melancholic arpeggio, on strings of a sealed and closed wasteland.
But from the darkness resists, a phoenix of thought, a leaf of hope, an unexpected flight of light,
And man deciphers that in his own labyrinth,
He is the master, the musician, and the sculptor of his boundless life.
Thus, crossing the threshold of flesh, he surrenders to the wave of dreams,
Flying on the rainbow of imagination, in his most sacred sanctuary,
Where his imprisonment is the heart of a living temple,
And he is the hidden angel, in the eternal saga of his own light.
Women, secret priestesses of the soul and undying dream,
Whispering ancestral secrets woven in the threads of destiny,
Knowing men like parchments deciphered under the full moon’s glow,
Understanding every hidden longing, each impenetrable dream, and every unspoken whisper.
They weave knowledge from the deep, dark, and luminous recesses of their hearts,
Sensing all that men can become, like storms rising from deep waters or gentle hills,
All they desire, their wishes sculpted in the shadows of unspoken dreams,
All they are, faces shaped from rock and waves, willows swayed by the wind.
Women are architects of destinies shrouded in mystery,
Creating worlds from the butterflies of the soul, laying out landscapes from the beats of our hearts,
Reading us like unwritten verses in ancient psalms,
Dancing their magic around us, crafting cloaks of pure love.
They are those undeciphered enigmas, where each smile is a spell,
Every gesture, a stanza from an archaic poetry, every touch, a sacred incantation,
They know when to lift us up and when to bring us back to earthly realms,
With a love that carries depth and gentleness untold through eternities.
Women are falling stars weaving their light into the horizon,
Reading our dreams and fears like silent constellations,
Nothing escapes them, neither wind, nor storm, nor hidden desire,
They are the poets of life, whose verse is the secret of the universe itself.
In their eyes reflects the entire cosmos, like in azure crystal mirrors,
They extend their soul like a bridge between the temporal and the eternal,
Always knowing what we can become, as they feel our destiny in the silence of infinity,
Becoming our muses and guides, showing us the path beneath starry skies.
Women are those eternal stories, flowing through time like sacred rivers,
Enchanting us with their songs, embracing us with warm thoughts,
Knowing that, in their absence,
We would be wanderers in the night without a beacon, lost in a boundless dream.
Women, wise in silences and dreams, know everything about us,
Like an aurora discovered in a night of secrets,
They read our hearts in the pulse of the universe and the whispers of stellar tranquility,
And thus, through them, we become endless travelers in the eternal light of destiny.
Kiss her only if your gaze can open the gates to a fairytale realm,
where your lips unravel mysteries hidden beneath the cosmic dust of time,
where her body is not just a sanctuary but a universe waiting to be explored,
where her tongue is an arena of silent conflicts, woven with the names of ghosts.
She has burned through her own essence, becoming human as much as the sky allows,
she has stitched her heart with threads of fury, closed wounds forgotten by other lovers,
spoken in undeciphered dialects, carving truth onto ancient walls,
if you don't see the poetry in her ruins, your presence is just a shadow in the wind.
Kiss her only if you have the courage to bear the weight of her name as a gift,
to bleed in the colors of her soul like an artist creating their art,
to have the devotion to meet her where she stands—unwavering, regal,
anything else is a lie, and she has swallowed enough illusions already.
She is both prayer and plague, a scripture demanding to be understood,
kiss her only if you have the heart to stay, to know all her faces,
to unravel her mysteries and embrace her shadows that dance silently,
for anything else is an empty promise, and she has lived through enough lies.
When love went away...many many long years ago
A life of roller coasters
Ocean waves ---storm inside the brain---Titanic Blues --
A Dissipated Dream
A long nightmare ---Sleepless lullaby
Black and White rainbow ---
Kaleidoscope Heart ---Souvenir
Life spent all alone---
Colorblind Dreamscape
Wait for return,.. I miss you
Whispering trees---All remind me of you
Beyond the light--- My eternal grief
Canopy of Pain ---Graveyard of dreams
Echo came back---You Complete me..
Undeciphered.. The Horizon of Eternity
The Unknown---Unfinished poem
Deja vu---One sided Love...Silent Love...
Obsession ---Paradise
Love you Forever.
Dated 12 th of July 2019
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The bastioned confidence of quarried pride
Conceived no ingress save by iron decree;
Yet vesper-dew, where noiseless graces bide,
Tutored the adamant to clemency,
Till lichened liturgies, by increments unseen,
Unthroned the obdurate from its sovereign mien.
The littoral catechised the granite's bone,
Not with assault, but sacramental wear;
Each undeciphered ripple, one by one,
Absolved the precipice of all its air,
As though the meekest ordinance of tide
Could loose what catapults had never tried.
Thereafter—vision trespassed into sense:
A child, ungarlanded by name or throne,
Inclined his silence with such innocence
That altitudes remembered they were sown;
The mountain, recollecting elder birth,
Relinquished all pre-eminence to earth.
Then every fortress, founded upon weight,
Began to expatriate its ancient claim;
The stars themselves postponed their sovereign state,
As though eternity had altered name;
And what no conflagration could dissever,
One feather of the Infinite undid for ever.
The poet does not see reality, but sees beyond its enchanted veil,
Through his eyes unfold the mysteries of the world, in mantles of light and shadow,
A young wanderer on the paths of imagination, mastering the unpolished art of dreams,
With every gaze, he pierces through earthly layers, discovering hidden magics.
Under the starry sky, he unravels the deep song of the night, where silence becomes poetry,
Every drop of dew on leaves, a diamond sparkling in infinite stories,
The stars, torches of the ever-burning soul, whisper the secrets of the universe,
In the moonlight, shadows become eternal riddles, dancing on untamed paths.
In the wild gardens, the flowers reveal the murmur of life, the hidden nectar of sorrow,
He sees the forest as a cathedral of sacred essences, the deer as the silent priests of the night,
Every tree, an altar of unspoken memories and desires,
Where the leaves fall like longings, whistling through rivers of astral light.
Through the lines written with ink of yearning, the poet explores other worlds,
Stepping on bridges of words, in realms where fantasy has its throne,
He carries his love and pain in tireless verses, guided by the echoes of destiny,
Constantly seeking through the veils of reality, the hidden truth of the dream.
By extinguished fires, where the embers sing their farewell song, moments become paraphrases of an undeciphered future,
He does not see reality, but weaves words from its essence, discovering the miracles hidden under the skin of time,
In the depths of the universe, each star becomes a metaphor for boundless longing,
And in this endless quest, the poet becomes an alchemist of souls, transforming reality into pure magic.
There is a circle of misunderstood signs dancing at the horizon's edge, deliberately hidden,
Where simple eyes see only land, he sees poetry springing from unexplored dreams,
On the path to the unknown, between reality and the realm of the fantastic,
He steps lightly, leaving traces of light behind, a story ever alive, stirring hearts and destinies.