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She has eyes that can see through my soul,
and a smile that melts
the coldest ventricles of my heart.

My sweet poet waif, 
words of beauty flowing from her lips like a river.

A river of rhythm and rhyme, 
my heart pounding a beat in time
to the song that is her voice.

Stealing my breath, 
leaving me speechless with desire.

A fire to hear more,
for only in her words
do I know her.
Dedicated to all the beautiful lady poets
of HP who touch my heart everyday.
Keep writing ladies your words touch us all.
just in case
you have been waiting,
someday never comes,
it’s always now,
it never changes
from that, so stop
saying it, someday
I’m going to do
this or that,
someday never comes
my mother taught me this on her death bed when I said, (you guessed it)
He had to come back.

On a December afternoon
when the sun was more to west,
he landed on the most favorite place of his house,
the roof.

Just as he had imagined
the still winter air was abuzz with life.

Doves were pairing for a home
Green bee-eaters swooped on insects
Two herons kept following the grazing cow
Crows were busy with twigs and wires
High up beyond where paper kites could soar
Storks slow sunned their wings wet from the jhil
The cats warmed their furs before the cold night
The stray puppy gamboled with its mother.

Each piece had perfectly fitted the other
including the silently sleeping house.

He was tempted to walk down once
has she changed any little way?

He smiled to himself
then breezed away from the roof.
repost
it's all an act
a fact I cannot escape
always wishing for a sweet place, a sweet escape
need a vacation and to sleep until noon
**** I might even take two
Balance, all the components
where should I go?
where is my home?
should I, should I?
how could I, with such little time
tik tok tik tok, where is divine
the clocks in my head are relentless
the stocks hurt my head, can't comprehend it
why not balance the scales and restore peace
instead, you set it afire and watch the poor man weep
I don't need

my leader to be

myself I accept fully-

I'm free!


To be or seem

a leader for others' eyes?

Wouldn't that be self-surrender

and my sad moral demise?
Powerful is the word 'not'
it releases one---it unties the knot
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