Flower Scent  

1977 -   
SHARED THOUGHTS ABOUT WHO I AM


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
GENDER,POLITICS,OR FACES.
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
MY MUSE
MY BREATH
MY LOVE

AS LONG
AS HE LIVES
I WRITE

WHEN HIS
PULSE RATE
STOPS
I DIE

Poems

Nov 26, 2010

Portraits of Our Life

Yesterday had come and gone

Chest Of Memories

Senryu 5-7-5
Nov 22, 2010

Rain provokes dry roots

Soft clear pear drops bursh brown sheets

waking dormant seeds

Haiku
Nov 22, 2010

His touch's scent, still there

in the fragrance of burnt leaves

Red Hot Bonfire dreams

Nov 22, 2010

Brushing cheek to cheek

On the edge of white puffed clouds

amongst waltzing stars

Haiku
Nov 22, 2010

My Beloved,

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.

Nov 15, 2010

My Beloved,

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

falling gently,softly

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)

Nov 14, 2010

The pied piper plays

The soft wind dance in the breeze

Leaves brush cheek to cheek

5-7-5 Senryu
Nov 14, 2010

Just One touch Of You

Ignites deep passionate flames

The candle burns again.

Traditional Japanese Senryu 5-7-5
Nov 14, 2010

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.

Nov 12, 2010

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. . . . . . . .

Nov 12, 2010

I am Lazarus

wrapped

in bandages

Of Insecurities

Fear,Doubt

Lies,Scars

and Lost dreams.

I am Lazarus!

I am Dead!

Unwrap my bandages,

Feel me Naked,

Breathe in me

your breath,

So I can live!

Dress me

with your heart,

So I can love.

Nov 12, 2010

a soft white snow flake

gossamer gowns of hollies

belts  of velvet leaves

Traditional Japanese Haiku 5-7-5
Nov 11, 2010

Wasted  are my days

Cold and empty are my nights

till I'm in your arms

Senryu 5-7-5
Nov 11, 2010

Sugary pink lips

Smooch  in a marshmallow kiss

Spongy and tender

Senryu 5-7-5
Nov 9, 2010

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 ?

This is one of the first poems i ever wrote..thought i share it with you,by reposting it here,thankyou :)  Lyrical poem
Nov 8, 2010

Coloured Confetti

Falling from the sky's palette

Brushin' my bare skin

Senryu-ìnspired by Sunset
Nov 8, 2010

I am

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.

couplet
Nov 7, 2010

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    ! ! !

Nov 5, 2010

Have you
  ever seen
     God?

   I have
never seen
   God

But

Somehow,
i love him
  crazily

  Somehow,
  i need him
   urgently

Somehow,
 i feel his touch
  deeply
                    
  I adore
   " god "
He is the One!

He is the one
     above
  "My God"

My conscience
 echoes loudly,
     "SIN"

But

   I burn
    in Hell
 to have Him
                            
Is it idolatry?
 Obsession?
  passion?

  Yearn?
  Want?
  Desire?

      It is all! 
all  my emotions!
all i wake up for!

  He is the air,
   I breathe
  from my lungs

He is the heart,
   which bleeds
 on each sheet

He is the dream,
     the soul
of my existence
              
He is  My Love,
the man I call
  "my  god"

Nov 5, 2010

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.

 
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