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 Jan 2016 Ar Bazian
MS Lim
If love were but words
I have plenty--too, too many
bland, repetitious, habitual, like a stranger's greetings
I would be the least worthy.

If love were but words
the banal I would find from a love-dictionary
'forever, eternal, ever-lasting, unfailing
sweetest,  dearest, angel, darling'--what type of person would I be?
 Jan 2016 Ar Bazian
MS Lim
WORDS*
 Jan 2016 Ar Bazian
MS Lim
Words --polished by the shine of the moon and stars
strengthened by the hardest of stone
words the alpha, words the omega
each word triumphs on its own.

Let every word ennoble
and kindle the heart
let none cast a dark shadow or blemish
at the end as at the start.
* inspired by Yellow Moonstone, a fellow-writer in HP
 Jan 2016 Ar Bazian
MS Lim
ZEN (10)
 Jan 2016 Ar Bazian
MS Lim
Such-ness is such-ness
not such-ness is not such-ness
the mind has no say
 Jan 2016 Ar Bazian
MS Lim
From the schadenfreude of some
you can't escape
it comes in many a size
and many a shape.

Should I be regarded
as being rude
to enquire:
is human nature intrinsically good?
 Jan 2016 Ar Bazian
MS Lim
You hold love too tightly
it rebels and says: 'Let me be free'
letting go is the greatest wisdom-verily-
if lovers are to be happy.

Each unto their own in liberty
and yet each is drawn closer in harmony
love is not meant to be one's monopoly
but letting the other to flower into utmost beauty.
I caught you,
In a glance.
Between chapters,
Between words.

I read you,
But couldn't really read you.
I found you,
But couldn't really see you.

You came just in time,
To save his life,
For the protagonist,
Had found defeat.

The author's charm,
To destroy it all,
So that you would,
Build it up again.

And now the narrative,
Had found it's muse.
The pages wrote themselves.
The Writer had nothing to do,
But watch it all unfold.

The happy ever after,
Was pages away.
All thanks to you,
The girl in the storybook,
Who made his world complete.
 Jan 2016 Ar Bazian
chris
 Jan 2016 Ar Bazian
chris
he looked at you like you were
the ocean and he was
desperate to
drown.
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