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 Jun 2017 betterdays
wordvango
she
was my
first love ever
a base rock steady
in a wild sea of salty foam
receding to reveal the shells she collected
her bareness glowing in the first quarter of a neap tide moon
a sudden burst of skleroza, i.e. a sudden burst of short-lived amnesia, primarily because:

so this night butterfly flies into my room,
the window's open,
    the air is cool,
       i'm sipping my blackbeard (*** & ms. pepsi)
and i've lost my trail of thought...
      i swear i wanted to listen to something...
what was the song?
so once the moth settles down on my wall...
i sneak up to it...
                    bam!
                            the night butterfly is caught...
now, try catching a butterfly with
your hand... almost impossible...
        moths?
                    you can catch them with
your bear hands...
                with a clenched hand, but
acting as a cave, you put your hand against
your ear... that moment where the illusion
of a sea in a sea-shell?
                  it's almost like holding a pigeon
flustered flapping its wings...
          but try catching a butterfly with your
bare hands... impossible...
  try asking a lepidopterists, like *nabokov
...
i guess there's no irony between him
running around with a fish-net on a stick
     and having produced ******...
                           nothing ironic about it...
moths you can catch with your bare hands...
butterflies? no chance in hell...
   why? butterflies are more fragile...
      in comparison?    moths have a meaty
torso, and stronger wings;
    so they're basically body-builders when
comapring them to butterflies...
      and they can withstand the impact your
hand invokes, when catching one...
    plus, i'm not that into allowing a pregnant
moth, secreting its tineola bisselliella into
my bed-sheets... which are cotton:
     moth larvae... the kinder type of maggot;
moths are the nocturnal cousins of butterflies,
but are also somehow related to generic flies?
fascinating...

     oh, the song? enigma's song voyageur?
                    wait... or was it beyond the invisible?
clearly it's not a song that's a floor-filler
      in a night-club...
                         something to listen to, catching
moths, with your bare hands,
            and then releasing them back into the night.
 Jun 2017 betterdays
wordvango
Joy
 Jun 2017 betterdays
wordvango
Joy
In the depths
      of life's chaos
there is hope-
     a light of salvation
to pursue.

Joy,
     in a fleeting glimpse,
but a small moment
     of tender peace,

Calms
    the restless
          eternity.
Rewrite of one of my very first poems, written way back when.
This man resembles shadow, his world is bleak and grey. But I would give him all of me, just to make him stay.

He is my favorite fascination, and I told him this from the start. Cupids arrow cursed us both, when it broke on hardened heart.

I never did deserve him, the truth now scattered in what we've left behind.  All the beauty that he is, but whats most magnificent is his mind.

I long to brighten up his world, and banish all his sorrow. To give him back what he's given me, hope that burns for a better tomorrow.

Never could I put to words, just how he makes me feel. He whispers that  he's just a ghost, but to me he's very real.
Happy aren't you, on what you see here,in  my humble garden?

Life isn't always a garden nice, for some never,one would think.

It would seem a field ravaged by the vagaries of nature,

Even if you try to keep it as the apple of your eye.

Crops get uprooted abruptly,field gets waterlogged,slushy,

Yet you find a far corner nice,clean and dry,a wonder, right?


Sit down there for a while and meditate on such,wonders,

That keep our boat afloat, during the times of uncontrolled floods,

I do that when I am elated, while feeling down and hapless as well.

This world, is created to be good and generates happiness for all.

That's what my dad taught me as we would play hard to get

There and attain goals,without hurting, the  others who compete.

"That" he would insist ,"is the spirit, to be nurtured always"

But then we changed,ideas are now different,we need to speak.

On taming our wild ways,by getting in to the lap of mother nature.

Resolving differences is  a step forward, bad Karmas  left behind,

Every moment of meditation,makes mind a still and clear lake!

"From darkness, lead me to light, I'll gladly share it with others!"

When the light enter in to the sanctum sanctorum of tranquil mind,

What more one would need, isn't living that experience  bliss?
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