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 Feb 2015 Anand
ryn
Wisdom (10w)
 Feb 2015 Anand
ryn
.
*wisdom
comes
from those who've
learnt,

lived

and were

burnt...
 Feb 2015 Anand
Eudora
Such luscious lips, with pinkish glow!
She's beautiful.

*
Her chapped lips,  faucet like,
cascade only words of kindness..
She's beautiful.

Such pretty,alluring eyes!
She's beautiful.

Her heavy-lidded eyes : a pair of lenses
capturing only great sharp shots,
they see clearly only the good in people..
They never despise.
She's beautiful.

Such a lovely, curvaceous figure!
She's beautiful.

Within the slim figure,  is a soul
who'll share her food with the hungry,
even if it means she'll be left with nothing
for dinner.
She's beautiful.

*
Beauty is only skin deep..
Inspired by a brief chat with a dear friend today and Audrey Hepburn's insights on beauty
'Look beyond the features, it is reflected in the soul..'
some more wooden plank
it would be whole
bridge the two riverbank
reach its goal!

the creek is narrow tho
high swells tide
dreams do freely grow
on the both side!

the short span looks far
but a few poles
the boy can reach to her
tie the two souls!

some more wooden plank
when finished then
mingle two riverbank
when I come again!
inspiration: my cover photo
Neath the shy January sun
she turns a butterfly
upon the marigold field

Flies now wildly far
amid the yellow and red flower
beyond the bounds of the catcher
in the madness of a child’s dream fulfilled
leaving wind scattered trails of her wings
over the marigold field!
my cover photo.
searching her since.
Who is this poet?

Is he faithful to his poetry
as good as pretends to be
or his heart is ever on the darkside
nowhere near of what he writes.

Who is this poet?

Is his hat real or fake
he’s weak and easily breaks
he aims only to teach
never follows all that he preach.

Who is this poet?

Is he really that sweet
joyous and good as his wit
does he expose truly his heart
or the real he hides behind his art.

Who is this poet?

Does he have in him
all his painted dream
the lover’s happiness
he does profess.

Who is this poet?

Is at heart he's that pure
what with words he conjures
or all them are just his arty wile
he's merely spinning tales in style.
the lens turned to self.
 Feb 2015 Anand
NuurSeraph
~ I dreamed a dream yet still it seems
a life of deja-vu ~

Kings & Queens
Scripted leaves of Velveteen
Picturesque & Celestine


My honor lay in balance
of the Two
was I to marry??

I am in love with a Lady of the Jeweled Fauna
Yet bred of royal dread,
be deemed to marry
the one and only appointed Queen.


I died alive
from the tears I cried
I heard the voice
of Heaven sigh,

"Manu,
the Sky is Wide
Reflected in your Eyes"

Tear through the Veil to the Life you decide...
so
I fled from the Halls of Ajanta
through the caves I arrived at Ellora.
I threw down my Crown
and turned back around...


Then suddenly,
just like a Switch
the nakedness of Flesh on Flesh.
Sliding in
I pushed, She pulled
On top
from the back
We rocked, then rolled
in our Song
we were lost
as we echoed
the Caves with our Love.

Not Once or Twice
My honor lay in balance
of the Two
was I to marry??

*~ I dreamed this dream yet still it seems
a life of deja-vu ~
Had some very involved dreams last night...here are the parts I would dare to share...enjoy :-)

*quotation taken from a lyric by the PainTeens, "Manouche".
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