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Valmiki Lutchmedial Poem
Yet again, the experience taunts me,
but a willing sacrifice, determined and well thought of.
Suitcases seem heavy, the clothes too much to wear,
and the pain I cannot bear.
Day after day, reminded of that day,
I wish that day never came.
Is it worth it?
Maybe, but my happiness lives in the heart of another.
At last that day has come,
sometimes, as the day leading up, words meander around unspoken thoughts.
Home at last,
I say, I am there and back again.
Honestly, what I know is wisdom,
Inseparable hearts, cohesive bodies and the softest lips I have ever kissed.
There can be no departure,
but this day it feels like that
VRL
Copyright © Valmiki Lutchmedial | Year Posted 2011
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Valmiki Lutchmedial Poem
Waking up to an ordinary day,
Usual routines with a headache not far away.
The annoyance of the hassle,
That’s too much to bear.
The lingering lines meandering here and there,
As each looked at the next, only to see a sight of despair.
Suddenly, as if the lights flickered on and off, I looked around,
For that moment I was swallowed by ecstasy.
It was beauty that left a scar,
A sting that penetrated the deepest fathoms of my heart.
I could not glimpse, only stare,
It was the medusa of love.
Her skin smooth as fresh milk,
And eyes of the sandiest brown,
Nails that gleamed like coral sands,
And hair that whistled like a gentle stream.
The lips were the rosiest pink, as if all the petals gave their colour to her,
Teeth white, as if Santa Claus had bought extra snow,
Cheek bones sculpted by angles,
And a smile that eclipsed the moon.
I stood still,
As if there was an artic chill.
I could not speak or think, for I knew,
This was not an ordinary day
~VRL
Copyright © Valmiki Lutchmedial | Year Posted 2011
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