I LOVE ALL THAT IS LIVING AND BEAUTIFUL!
POETRY IS MY PASSION,THE PEN IS MY ART!
LOVE YOUR ENEMY AND HE BECOMES A FRIEND!
A SMILE COSTS NO MONEY YET ITS PRICELESS :)
DON'T LOVE OTHERS
FOR THE COLOUR OF SKIN
LOVE OTHERS,COS THEY ARE 'YOU'.
DON'T LOVE ME FOR MY BEAUTY
THAT WILL SOON BE GONE
LOVE ME FOR MY HEART
IT LASTS FOREVERMORE.
I WRITE WITH HIS HEART
HE IS MY PASSION
AS HE LIVES
Portraits of Our Life
Yesterday had come and gone
Chest Of Memories
Rain provokes dry roots
Soft clear pear drops bursh brown sheets
waking dormant seeds
His touch's scent, still there
in the fragrance of burnt leaves
Red Hot Bonfire dreams
Brushing cheek to cheek
On the edge of white puffed clouds
amongst waltzing stars
Let's meet in meadows of yellow shiny buttercups,
dandelions,daises,lilacs and coloured butterflies,
Let's run till dusk in threaded fields of hundred golden wheats,
lay down under the little lantern light of million fire flies.
Let's hold hands and walk in parks,sit on a wooden bench,
and make a rainbow wish upon the destined shooting stars,
Let's dance cheek to cheek,bathe naked beneath water falls,
and watch enchanting faries use their magic glittered wands,
As feathered silk white swans pirhouette in sparkling streams,
as we get lost in secret casting spells of everlasting melodies.
Let's wake up to the music of a golden harped string fire ball,
warming our blue skies ,with every early rooster's dawn.
Lets run to open fields,to the shade of old mulberry trees,
Make a picnic on a carpet made of crispy bronzing leaves,
share a velvet peach,and eat pulped ripe strawberries,
taste red satin cherries, as woodpeckers drum their beats.
Let's write the sweetest verse and many loving words,
listen to the sound of waltzing crickets and chirping little birds.
and when the sun go sleeping,the crescent moon starts peeping,
in the ebony black sky,Its then we realise there are billion miles
of distance between the 'You and 'i',It is there I find your heart,
as your heart searches for mine,in the place of never ending time.
It is our special place,where whispered thoughts join in one space,
where my blood pumps your ardent name, deeply in my veins.
It is the cherished place, where we travel, in many many ways,
It is the place we live and love as one,yet not seeing face to face.
I want you to know
how i feel right now
in the darkness of my room,
On this serene Still night,
I think of you!
My empty heart
is filled with dreams of you,
bleeding with your passion,
wrapped within your soul.
Tomorrow is another day,
We might not be here,
OR,We might be gone,
But tonight,I'm here,
behind this misty window sill,
looking at the secret moon,
watching it's shadow on the wall,
Its reflection in cobbled alleys.
Tonight ,I'm here,alone,
looking at the yearning stars,
breathing in a Cobalt Universe,
of a hopeful faded destiny.
And, i watch a dew drop
on a dried silent auburn leaf,
as white winter snowflakes
cover autumn distant trees.
Tonight,in my solitude,
I watch the red breast bird,
the one I call My Robin,
cloaked in his brown fury coat,
returning to his cosy nest,
flying back to the place,
He once called home.
And ,i watch the world, moving slowly
with each tick-tock of the clock,
and,i mold your handsome face,
your absence,im my imagination,
Your eyes!your smile!your cry!
engraved, in every thought.
And ,hot tears flow brushing my cheeks,
as i die,i die and die in dusk again!!!
Yet,a faint pulse rate,still goes on,
not knowing exactly where we are,
not knowing where we'll be,
yet,knowing i must hold on,
Knowing that I'm still in love with you,
as the first day,as the next yesterday,
to the infinite depths of eternity.
And,i feel you,Your warmth,
The throbbing of a heartbeat,Still there,
deep inside the inner core of me.
And,i watch the desperate waves,
putting up their sails,
carryin me to you,to your arms,
and ,I see you face to face!
You search for my brown eyes,
Knowing,my eyes would never lie.
You search deep,finding the truth.
And you smile,as i bloom
in a sacred bed of fragrant petals,
as you lay and rest on me.
As,i feel me in your touch,
as you kiss my scarlet lips,
and my lashes,get wet,
as you whisper in my ear,
in your unique accent,
in that amorous voice!
You're still in love with me.
Then,i sleep, then,you sleep,
then,all dreams would be over,
all doubts would be free.
(To the O wner of my Heart)
The pied piper plays
The soft wind dance in the breeze
Leaves brush cheek to cheek
Just One touch Of You
Ignites deep passionate flames
The candle burns again.
In her dream,there is a Seagull,flying high,in skies above,
Crossing over all the oceans,just to find His only love.
He might lose his destination,in the strong winds of the day,
He might get carried by wild waves,as He searches for his prey.
But in dreams ,He'll always be there,flying by so many lands,
till he makes it to the island, and find way to her warm hands.
In her dream there is a seagull,spreading his huge silver wings,
There's this girl always in waiting,thinking of him as She sings,
and Her voice echoes a signal, to the dolphins of the sea,
as they play in rhytmic splashes,transmitting a symphony.
And the Seagull hears the love song,of His Love from miles afar,
It is always the same love song,'My Heart s'always where you are'.
And this handsome flying creature,on a journey,there He goes,
hoping that one day he'll make it,hold His Love,so very close.
And His Love can't wait no longer ,watching rainbows everyday,
watching stars after each sunset,wishing He will find a way,
Find a way to be together,watch the world turning around,
Rest in their Home little love nest,Hear the waterfall's sweet sound.
There She lay,bare,naked,
lost,in a decoupage of dreams,
Mesmerized by Faces,
Faces with the same eyes,
the same smile,His smile!
She dreams and She is happy.
She feels him,His touch!
His Hungry lips on Her soft lips
His cheeks brushing Her Own,
His fingertips playing on her
slender neck in upward
and downward movements.
His dry mouth sucking sweet nectar
from Her milk honey pulped breast.
His thighs brusing her long silk legs,
He nourishes his prey,with effection,
tender care,love and protection.
He feeds her with his Warmth,
misting the cold glass with his breath.
The mosaiced glass which traps Her
soul in a lonely scared desperate world.
He breathes her in,He gives her life
He gives all that He is, to Her,
Her flesh molds with his own,
She moans,they sweat,He sighs,
making love to her,gently,
as She begs Him for more.
There She lay,bare,naked,
lost in a decoupage of dreams,
The clock tick -tocks the time,
and ,the dream soon gone.
He kisses her forehead,
wraps her in a red blanket
of passion and yearn,
till he returns,till he finds her,
and splashes Her life
with water colours
once again. . . . . . . .
I am Lazarus
and Lost dreams.
I am Lazarus!
I am Dead!
Unwrap my bandages,
Feel me Naked,
Breathe in me
So I can live!
with your heart,
So I can love.
a soft white snow flake
gossamer gowns of hollies
belts of velvet leaves
Wasted are my days
Cold and empty are my nights
till I'm in your arms
Sugary pink lips
Smooch in a marshmallow kiss
Spongy and tender
I wanna dance the mambo,the cubin cuba mambo,
I wanna dance the cha cha,hips movement with the cha cha!
or maybe try the salsa, deep ,sensual, is the salsa.
I wanna dance the samba,the fun brazilian samba,
or maybe the lambada,brazilian hot lambada!
My favourite s' the tango,intense erotic tango,
Lost in the flamenco,ardent spanish flamenco.
May even try the polka,high energy in polka,
the Czech bohemian polka!
I wanna go and party,good time ,dancing the rumba,
latino americano,cubano, africano.
I wanna do the hip hop,hip hop,hip hop,don't stop.
Dance reign in the ballroom,
as I dance the Ball Room,under and above,
With you ,I dance my last dance,the classic dance of love.
Are you ready partner ?
Falling from the sky's palette
Brushin' my bare skin
the red ripe apple of the sinful tree
the honey suckle of the bumble bee
the pink blushed rose of the secret garden
the stubborn spoilt lass never in pardon
the youngest daughter of the shining sun
the castle dream girl in sands of fun
the jealous lover of the crescent moon
the blowing wind in a strong monsoon
the first white swan in the silver lake
the seizmic tremor of a hot earthquake
the scarlet love bird on each window pane
the falling tear drop of clear crystal rain
the candle's flicker of each passionate flame
the mystery madam,mademoiselle or dame?
the copper butterfly in each serene meadow
the Sunday's church girl in snow flake's shadow
the brown eyed maiden of the deep blue seas
the pretty woman of ripe strawberries
the old fashioned girl in sweet proposal
the gold stringed harp in music's motion
the colored smile on a rainbow's face
the flamenco dancer covered with lace
the little mermaid in pirates'streams
the wafting wave in glittered dreams
the twinkling star of black silk skies
the little lantern light of fire-flies
the Cindirella in glass slippers
the happy verse of each romance
the soft wind's voice in a whispered breeze
the wood wind chime in sweet melodies
the Wishing feather of a free white dove
the veiled young lady in the power of love.
The Poet is the language,the mystery of Monalisa's smile,
the brush of Caravaggio and the finest painting of Vangogh.
The Poet is the sonnet of Mozart anf the symphony of Bach,
a tragedy of Shakespeare and the saddest verse of Pablo Neruda.
The Poet is the blue Danube in waltz and the Swan Lake in Ballet.
The Poet is the renaissance of passion and the remnant of life,
the dilemma of morality,the shadow of deed,and the ombra of sin.
The Poet is the fantasy of each Sunrise and the illusion of every Sunset,
the wave in tide of wishes,carried in a bottle to dune drunk shore.
The Poet is the believer, dream lover in a hot passionate crazy affair,
the magician who creates fables and fairytales from a deadly reality.
The Poet is the worker who works and works to survive,to cope in this
demanding,sophisticated,stigmatic concrete hypocratic world.
The Poet is the thief of time,with eyes flutterin on late nights,
Still loyal to the pen,His thoughts in verse,bleedin fragranted words.
The Poet is an Omnipotent servant,with a will to ask and crave to learn.
A Philosopher,whose always an amateur in the pursuit of wisdom.
The Poet is an eternal slave of His Muse,the beverage of inspiration,
the spouse married to literature,adulterer of lyric,deceiver of prose.
He Knows no lapsus in all that is scandalous,royalty or sacred.
He is the artist, musician, actor,the clairvoyant of destined paths.
He is the cheap clay's mold,carved in the sculpture of the next century.
The Poet is the unfinished book,the chapter in yesterday,
He is the Nobody of today and the bookmark of tomorrow.
T H E POET IS YOU ! ! !
i love him
i need him
i feel his touch
" god "
He is the One!
He is the one
to have Him
Is it idolatry?
It is all!
all my emotions!
all i wake up for!
He is the air,
from my lungs
He is the heart,
on each sheet
He is the dream,
of my existence
He is My Love,
the man I call
I'm a Hush marshmallow
Silky sunshine yellow
far from moony mellow
spelling spells of Hello
Risisng above the Hill
Just behind the mill
with much love to spill
giving you a thrill
from your window sill
I'm a lusty flight
of non stop delight
Naughty grown up child
playing husky wild
On a dusky night
I'm your cadbury
almond joy candy
Red soft jelly bean
box of A.B.C
Caramel nut me
I'm all you could think
I'll be your everything
Just to see you smile
Just to hear you sing
Rainbows I shall bring
You're my cuddly bear
full of tender care
with a hug to share
Tender soft whisper
Ripe and pulpy pear
You're the one i miss
with hot lips to kiss
You're a life of bliss
Passion flame of hiss
Sweet sugary delicous
You're my sandwich lunch
with that crispy crunch
I'm your Cuchi munch
You're my fruity punch
Handsome Honey Bunch
You're my sunshine man
Hundred out of ten
I'm your sol fun girl
a Rich Oyster's pearl
I'm your best pen fan.