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Lakshman Bulusu Poem
How much do I love you?
Is there a limit to my loving you or to loving at all?
My love for you does not need an invitation
It is spontaneous like glamorous laughter
It is not seduction or addiction
It is not out of sympathy or empathy
It is my heart yearning to become one with yours—
One that cannot cease to be or deceive you
The first time we met, the first looks we exchanged
The first words we whispered, the many moments we spent
If I were to choose between a hundred moons and you
My choice would be you
I know the winter means a lot more than white
Your smiles far outshine the intensity of its glow
A waterfall is an example of crystal clearness—
Your heart is an epitome of purity more lovable
Nature softens its hue from your dreams
How much I fall for you only if words can mention
I would fill pages and pages beyond any count
More than the innumerable raindrops in an outpouring
More than the numerous dew drops in a dawn welcoming
With you I have known the bright side of desire
More than sunrise’s gold and sunset’s red
It comes from within as if saying ‘come in’
With you love beckons us to be man and wife
With tender kisses beauty infatuates
An innocent brow of love--all of this creates a new world
Where I and YOU unite for now and forever
Copyright © Lakshman Bulusu | Year Posted 2023
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Lakshman Bulusu Poem
The peeping stars steal
the winning smiles of the moon
at the earth draped in its gilt,
like a pen takes control of heavy minds.
Midnight hours stroll
in the murmuring silence of the crickets,
like faint leaves in autumn end
strewn on shriveled pathways; or atoms of
unused talent in the bare furrows of mind.
Fireflies like vagabonds spark
the chillness of the night, like fond memories
to the cerise of dreams.
And the intangible shadows of invested flora,
in their night sheen, stare like addresses
on letters.
The clouds--all that remained of the day--
with their hues camouflaged by silver--
idle in the yonder skies. And the gentle rays
pierce their recesses fitting them to
mellow the whiteness.
The hills trod by lions and their friends
in drowsy yawns closing in nature’s shelters,
echo the tlots of hurrying feet of those
settling in afar mud homes.
Betwixt the hills run streams glazed by
cooling flakiness of snowy air
melting the night’s silence into a delicate glee,
like mercy flowing thru stark reality melts
the latter and its hard core deeds.
This panorama spread out so grand
evokes a lyrical poem—
a poem of morrow to celebrate any night.
Copyright © Lakshman Bulusu | Year Posted 2023
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Lakshman Bulusu Poem
seek him every dawn and dusk
seek him every day and night
when the sky is gold
when his miracles unfold
see him in your daily view
and for sure he will see you
be it in a temple or mosque
or in a church-whatever you ask
don’t worry if you can’t visit these
he is right in your heart indeed
in every thought, word, and deed
seek him when comfort is your need
seek him when cold gets the better of you
there’s is warmth from lamps in your altar anew
Copyright © Lakshman Bulusu | Year Posted 2024
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