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Seasons and Imaginations

Wind so cold.
Blowing.
Fondles my face.
Tickling.
The tears from heaven.
Pouring. 
Tapping. 
Dancing.
Unrelenting.
I wonder if i wish
    to stop them
From numbness,
    to waking,
          then sensing.

The little voice in me says,
Wait, don't go.
Stay a little longer. I plead.
Sing for me today, rain.
With the gliding rhythm on my piano,
                                                  I'll play.
Chilly Wind, caress my bare skin 
     with the pure coldness that you bring.
Unusual,
     like it's my first time in the snow.
Somehow, 
     the fire tree never fades in the picture.
The yellow sunkissed leaves, too.
What is it about Summer and Fall
    that I can't forget?
Memories. Sweet imaginations.

The chilly rain. The misty wind.
You are here. 
Freeze me with the sharp coldness you give.
Calm me. Maybe, comfort me.
And, if you leave
Will you visit me when summertime comes?
Before it gets too late
   And again I fold.

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Pink Vulnerability

I continue to feel
the searing pain. 
ever constant.
so keen.
Not the kind
    that heals fast,
      open wound that closes.
But, the kind that stays vulnerably
       with the passing years.
Three decades 
        and still counting.

Woe to this pain!
With laden anguish, 
The heart's bemoaning.
Thinking it was born
     without a name.
Only to find then
     at a much later time;
giving in.
Oblivious now.
Unashamed
    that my bosom groans,
        complains.

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Christmas Hope

Christmas, my Christmas!
The tree is all set up
The lights are all bright
Yuletide bells ringing
Christmas music is singing
Colorful wreath adorns the doorway
A sprig of mistletoe atop the door frame
Christmas flowers are everywhere
A beautiful red velvety site!
The mountains are snow glad
Leaves of trees are Christmas humming
Gifts are all embellished with laces and ribbons
Food is still warm, untouched 
till the Christmas candles wear out

Now done with the hustle and bustle,
the waiting has begun 
                               again
And I cry,
           saying -
Christmas, my Christmas!
Where are you all these years?

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If Only I Could Catch the Sun, Ever So Softly

I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
Then,
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 


And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 


If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 


If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
ANYTHING. 
Just for something this grand. 


The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.

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Christmas Fairytale

once upon a Christmastime dazzling across my memory

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Drunk Love

take me home
where i could drink 
the nectar's sweetness.
assuage my thirst
with love's splendor 
the heart's chamber
overflowing honey.
sit on my heart
affectionate desire.
drink together
and sleep under 
the crescent moon
a million stars studded the heavens, 
I swoon.
crazy i allow 
too much love.
intoxicated. drunk.
take my heart, rip it.
a lustful endeavor.
please forget not to sew
the rippings back together.
while i bathe upon the memory
'tis the moment
that i come alive.
play it back
mystified again
beguiled
love is drunk.


(Note :  My pieces lately seemed unfinished work of thought/art as this one 
appears to be such. The words seem to vibrate, so I let them come out 
naturally. Reality or imagined, it doesn't matter now. But, hopefully I could take 
back a step for awhile and work on the style and art of  words without defiling pure self-expression. Thank you for the great talents I find here at soup.  Looking 
forward to many learnings from y'all.  I would highly appreciate any souper who 
would like to mentor me from time to time. Soup mail me anytime. Thanks so 
much.    )

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Next Lifetime

I'll meet you
Next lifetime
When everything is
In its perfect place
When all questions
Are answered
In the courts of heaven

I'll savor the moment
When dreams 
Become real
When time lets go 
of empty memories
And forever is filled 
With magical moments to last 

I'll feel you then 
When the heartbeat 
is steady and sure
When I have nothing else to write about
But only of us
I'll meet you there
Next lifetime.



(Note : Though unfinished, I'm glad to post this one. Wandering mind and sensitive 
heart keep me warmed up to the task. Hope it doesn't take me till next life
to finish this one though...By the way, to anyone, please don't hesitate to 
correct me with proper syntax and better grammar, if needs be.. :-)..thanks!    
)

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Hand In Hand

It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows on your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky 
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, 
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.

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Dined With Cal

Vanilla ice cream
Creamy butter on my bread
Calories pleasure

Sweet maple drippings
Creamy salty buttered toast
Add calories joy

Fluffy cream pancakes
Strawberry crimson fresh blend
Calories well tamed

Hot pineapple cakes 
Squeezed foamy apple cider
Calories for health?

Greasy cheese pasta
Sprinkled egg tumbled bagel
Calories full blast!

Egg pie, peach float tart
Brewed steamy milk chocolate
Calories heart melt.

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Cocooned

Loneliness and sadness
Are my constant shadows.
My unsolicited friends.
They keep me company
In times when no one seems to understand.
They chose me to be their companion.
But, in retrospect, did I choose them?
I always wonder.

Over the years,
I tried to secure 
     my joys
        my happiness
           my fulfillment
               my pleasure
                    even my blissful dreams.
But, I guess, 
I've been unsuccessful.
I have to agree to the terms.
This alone seems clear to me.

Resigned is myself now.
Bound to solitude.
Welcoming no one but silence.
A complementary trio.
The mind thinks of solitude
While the heart sings of silence.
Life is a dull mystery.

But, still, I care to tell
a small portion of what life is.
So, I call to them.
This mysterious loneliness,
That strange sadness,
Lingering.
They want to be heard.
Yet, 
     they hesitate.
A nod towards shame.
And, so
they curl up
inside
like some caterpillar 
     taking refuge
        inside
          a dark cocoon.       
They breathe. 
They live. 
They thrive.
They become.
Like in some forest,
   carefully hidden.
The beauty is silenced;
                        confined within.