An old wrinkled paper
Lying on the table
Coffee by its side
A scented candle's fire,
A vintage calligraphy pen,
A lit up fire place.
The melodious sound of rain drops
Touching the ground like tiny pearls
An old town image
Countless memories roaming around
Like delicate butterflies
Singing the classical songs
Remembering the happy faces,
The silly friends,
The ancient buildings,
The outdated stamp collection.
Writing the remote letters again
Waiting for the pigeons to fly
And those times to return
Like a fulfilled fantasy
Like a dream come true.
Categories:
stamp collection, family, friendship, imagery, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
His interest in that country had started long years ago, with his boyhood stamp collection.
Then, through literature and travel writers, he knows more about Indian culture & people.
Reading The Great Railway Bazaar & The Elephanta Suite added to his strong desire to see,
And visit India. He is lucky, I think, that he did not accept the views of disgust persons,
Most of them, have never set foot in that place. Disgust people often see the negative
Side of things. He listen to the positive persons who see & show the beauty and grace of
Things, peoples, nature, & cultures. He traveled and has learned that most of what he read
And heard about the country is patently false. Read more or visit to make it clear and sure.
Note: I wrote these simple lines after reading the nice book: My Passage To India by Brian Wrixon.
Categories:
stamp collection, beauty, culture, travel, truth,
Form: Prose
I want to walk into the
Hotel Cipriani in Venice
Cigarette holder dangling
Two sleek greyhounds on
Leashes, grey cape over
My shoulders, movie starlet
On my arm, tons of baggage
Stickers, everywhere famous
A postage stamp collection
Is this some macho desire?
Maybe a curiously held goal?
I now have the insight
Identification, an answer
Years puzzling, wondering why
Knowledge of a vision
I cling to, hold so dear
A Hollywood creation
Two faced Janus, illusions
Delusions, painted reality
Of heart's hope, bright eyed
Unclaimed orphan
With a raw heart.
Categories:
stamp collection, childhood, family, fantasy, children,
Form: Light Verse
I’ve been a pirate on black seas,
Explorer where the oceans freeze,
A monarch on an opaled throne,
An islander with rings of bone—
Inside the “British Colonies” thick section
Of my boyhood stamp collection.
Categories:
stamp collection, adventure
Form: Verse