Loving you has cost me all of my light
Your shadow overpowers my own will to fight
I can’t shine around you, “it wouldn’t be right”
Like the sun coming up in the middle of the night
We’re two raging bulls, we always butt heads
If I wove a tapestry, you’d pull on the threads
You’d try to control me but I’d rather be dead
No mother should tear her children to shreds
You’d pull on my petals just to glue it right back
I’d stay in my lane but you’d push me off track
You broke my heart open just to fill in the cracks
You tested my tolerance with every cold smack
I wanted your love.. but you wanted control
You raised a ‘strong girl’ at the cost of your soul
This love-hate dynamic has taken its toll..
You’re a mother who couldn’t play the motherly role
Line of inquiry:
“What if life is a lucid dream
Borne by thoughts we ourself did stream
Wherein our designated role
Is to dance atop love’s moonbeam”
A new sunrise is born with love's advent
Binding every heart, throbbing every sinew
Filling every hollow, silencing every sigh
Making the earth fresh as morning dew.
When love overpowers every heart,
A new world is born free of all strife
With glossy dreams borne of our own thoughts,
Rendering a fresh glow to the whole of life.
Love is the song that make us twirl in joy.
With it, the universe gets woven in endless grace.
It is a force that overcomes every defeatist thought.
Love shall eternally burn, illumining every space.
May love weave, its mesmerizing rhythm
And let’s dance atop love’s moon beam.
As an Epiphany dawns, ride the crest of a wave
Cradled in the folds of a new hope, a new dream!
I place my hand on your heart, and wipe the sweat from your brow,
I ask myself how I got here and I honestly don't know how,
I believe in faith and forgiveness and that love overpowers with prayer,
And when no one else is looking, His heart takes me there,
I recognize the fear underneath the behavior that can become the root idol of the soul,
And the trade off to release the one stronghold that plaqued them is to once again become whole,
The love is so deep in transition, the world's logic can't even touch,
When the mind is incapable of understanding, the spirit reaches out with love.
In 1948 Nina Ricca released a new fragrance – L’Air du Temp which means present time. The first spicy floral fragrance. The bottle was designed by Lalique. The two intertwined doves represent peace after WWII.
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The Perfume Bottle
In the quiet of silenced cannons,
And odor of reviled salutes now impotent,
Midst plaster dust and stained souls
Of shattered windows
A flacon rises from battle torn ashes
Caressing the breath of a woman
In present time
As two doves intertwine
Above crystal swirls of sunshine
Reborn in signature scents of treaties.
Flawless guardian
For the newborn bouquet of hope,
Beneath wings of peace,
As a silhouette of scent
Overpowers the stench of gunpower
And ministers to children’s cries for bread
In a kiss from immortality
Accents of new notes for princess and pauper –
Spicy and floral –
Released like doves of peace.
Alone lost in a crowd
bold silence overpowers the roar of traffic
~ the world perseveres without hesitation
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It's nothing more beautiful in
The world than misty rain
As it falls lightly from the sky
It overpowers your senses
And soothes your body
Relaxing you, giving you a feeling of
Tranquility and peace of mind
Spring brought forth the dusting of grandeur
The blossom exploding from baring bud,
Showering lawns with lilac dander.
A benediction bound in nature’s love.
Branches laden, heavy with flowers
Sweet adulation in perfumed repose,
Beauty distinct fragrant overpowers
Consuming the senses is manic throes.
Then it fruits, its summery shift
To languish berries bright bursting red
For us to pick as the seasonal gift
Before the tree starts to Autumnal shed.
Start again your sleep encrusted with snow
Until the awakening when winter goes.
Flit and dance from flower to flower
Gossamer wings of printed art
Rapturous beauty overpowers
Instilling warmth in my beating heart.
Bold against the drab grey surround
You float unencumbered, light and free
A picture bursting with life expounds
If only you could be with me.
Save me from this boring day
Let me join on you on the wing,
To feel the freedom without dismay
Unshackled and absolved of sin.
Social butterfly, faerie infatuation deep
My heart and soul are yours to keep.
“Each morning is an invaluable gift- To be alive is a boon, to be able to stay healthy is a bonus, to enjoy love and beauty is bliss”- By Poet
Early morn, I wake up from my sleep,
Sensing on my cheeks, dawn’s first gentle kiss.
As the shroud of gloom is lifted off from earth’s face,
In my heart rises sweet whispers of bliss.
Yesterday’s mistakes, gone like vaporous nothings.
A calming peace gently overpowers my soul.
The air is crisp, quiet and pleasantly still.
The morn opens new scenes and vistas whole.
Flowers gently sway in the passing breeze.
Bees buzz around, not giving rest to tiny wings.
Coloured confetti fall from the Gulmohar tree.
Butterflies flit around as my soul in joy, sings.
Remember, how lucky we are to see another sunrise,
To savour what nature offers as an inestimable prize!
“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or barrier, it rushes
to touch or submerge everything on its way”--- Quote by the Poet.
What engrossing feel overpowers me,
As I loiter along the sandy strands of the sea.
Waves whisper their goodbye as they recede back,
Girdling the shore with a garland of foamy blooms.
A zephyr comes tickling and tangling my hair
Seaweeds sway back and forth as waters shoot up.
Beneath the sand, when wavelets on my ankles kiss,
Like a child, I long to jump into the wobbling mass.
I let the water braid my hands, to savor its coolness.
Though I don’t like its chaotic depths and crashing tides,
In the music of waves, I enjoy a moment of unalloyed joy.
The sea is indeed a sanctuary of never- ending epiphanies.
"My truths are the shared essence of empathy in the
fabric of universal oneness" - Quote by Poet.
The obsessive free will ostensibly latent,
overpowers the dazed mind with trance of falsehood,
obscures the righteous course God designs, l need to take.
The radiance of heavenly light floods my essence, I discern,
drive away the shadow of ego,
I emerge enlightened from the dismal domain of self conceit.
From the clasping fold of karmic destiny I’m released free,
transcend the limits of time and space, the soul surpasses
from mortal case, merges with the absolute entity.
I feel devout breath flow sincerely
with the current of embracing love, see the divine beauty
in everything God has gracefully created for us to marvel.
Empathy then drips from my heart,
defines my truths that I believe connect us.
In the course of predator and prey, there's a constant fight.
Amidst wild beasts, there's the rationale of might is right.
The might overpowers the weak. Vice is bound by virtue.
The enslaver is enslaved by you. Laurels are your due.
Deceit and fraudulence are weapons of the opponent.
Plunder and loot of hearts are parts of his soul's component.
Though guards his house fully armed, are his life and mammon safe?
His stronghold, by the stronger, should not waste into a waif.
Satan and strong man, you had put into the same balance.
Stronger was your sacred strength, which was beyond all malice.
Grasp of the strongman Satan's got smashed in your stamina.
Vesting the weak and wrecking the strong were your phenomena.
Fully armed, in his own house, could Satan win over you?
Word by word and deed by deed, you dazzled him through and through.
Your grace of healing tore the cores of the fault finders.
Your works that sprang from divine power, for them, were blinders.
They pulled in Beelzebub to defile your divine might.
Like battlers, the nerds of Banes never left a chance to fight.
In-fights ruin kingdoms, households, and metropolises.
Wars between beasts and humans bring in necropolises.
Finding fault with the strength of the Spirit is blasphemy.
Placing one's feeble faith on deadly deeds is anomie.
Ignorance, like yeast in the bread, had enlivened the thoughts.
In pride and prejudice, the Pharisees planned petty plots
Courteous acts of compassion, they thought, were knells of time.
As ones misleading mankind, in them, crime was in its prime.
No role the Satan has when the divine overpowers
You chased each evil out and brought on all serene showers.
In the shadow of sunlight
We live our love story which we write
Where love's allurement overpowers quarrel's plight
As we sail into the sunset of our aging night
In the shadow of sunlight do we find our mutual affection
For there lies a fountain filled with both water and fire
Creating the equilibrium of our connection
Taking our faith to an altitude much higher
In the moon's light do we find our happily ever after
Our clock which tells a story of our laughter
In our heart's happiness lies the key
And together forever will our souls be
In the shadow of sunlight - You and Me
As a father feels his children's plight and feeds their hunger.
You felt the need of the crowd and fed them with word-wonder.
Clouds of helplessness within disciples seemed to wander.
You could see Father and Spirit smiling, not so yonder
Bread and fish were less. Your heart, yet, like the cosmos, was broad.
Though your Abba was always with you, his name you did laud
Seated on grass, not for more than a piece of bread, they longed
Finding baskets brimming with excess, who wouldn't be awed?
You taught them, in their need, dependence on the providence.
Your words of comfort created in them clear confidence.
Diligence, patience, and temperance attained prominence.
What else, on this earth, overpowers divine dominance?
Any such deed of yours never ever filled you with pride.
The wish of the crowd to crown you their king, you brushed aside.
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