I looked at him angrily,
with decoupled fury,
with unchained frenzy,
with worn-out rapture
with an irritable angry outburst!
I was feeling cantankerous,
delicately susceptible.
I was feeling disheartened by...
with him,
with life,
with the stagnant time,
and my time that was still shackled to his life.  

I looked at him with wretchedness,
I wanted to wreck him,
to feel what I felt,
my empty spaces,
vacillating on a lost history,
lost in his dream and him conjuring me up as a nightmare!  

I looked at him with envy,
I envied his ability to love without loving,
to tie himself half way,
measuring the love that he gave,
his ability to leave the dreams of love... for vain conquests.  

I looked at him stupefied,
shaken and saddened.
I looked at him with contempt,
contemplating the love I still felt.
I looked at him quietly,
quietly silencing my pride,
drowning my soul in a deluge brought about in a single tear.  

I looked at him merciless,
suppressing the passion that it my unleashed in me.

I looked at him
the way the fat girl looks at a skinny one,
the way the paper looks at the translucent ink,
the way a poor man looks at the Pastor’s new car,
yet, he doesn’t have a cent in his pocket.
The way the sick  looks at the syringe.
The way the sun looks at the hidden moon.  

I looked at him leisurely,
I looked at him with all the pain in my life,
I looked at him because he did not see me,
I looked at him happily reclaiming his life..

and my eyes which still saw through his eyes,

looked at him…………………lifeless.
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Lo Mire

Lo mire con rabia,
con furia desacoplada,
con furor encadenado,
con arrebato desgastado,
con un coraje irritable!
Estaba quisquillosa,
susceptible y puntillosa.
Sentida con él,
con la vida,
con el estancado tiempo,
y mi tiempo esposado a su vida.

Lo mire con desdicha, desdicharle la vida quería,
que sintiera lo que yo sentía,
esos espacios vacíos,
vacilando en una historia perdida,
perdida en su sueño y él pesándome pesadilla.

Lo mire con envidia,
envidiaba su habilidad de amar sin amar,
de atarse a medias, midiendo el amor que entregaba,
su habilidad de dejar los sueños de amor…por vanas conquistas.

Lo mire aturdida,
turbada y entristecida.
Lo mire con desprecio, apreciando el amor-que le tenía.
Lo mire callada, callando mi orgullo,
ahogando mi alma, en un diluvio que broto en una sola lagrima.

Lo mire sin compasión,
oprimiendo la pasión que él mi desenlazaba.
Lo mire como mira la gorda a la lánguida,
como mira el papel a la tinta translucida,
como mira el pobre, el carro nuevo del pastor, y él sin un peso en el bolsillo.
como mira el enfermo a la jeringa
como mira el sol la luna escondida.

Lo mire sin prisa,
lo mire con todo el dolor de mi vida,
lo mire porque él ya no me veía,
lo mire rehaciendo felizmente su vida,
y mis ojos que por él,………………………aun veían.

Lo mire sin vida.
LeydisProse
6/22/2017
https://www.facebook.com/LeydisProse/about/

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If you could sleep on the way, in the garden of my soul
With your mute desires falling on my perfumed body

Then I'll turn into a bed sheet, letting myself covered
By sky of your undying soul, and i will keep engraved

All over the garden of my soul,,, It's a private property
Only for your heavenly footprints to enter at anytime

With your thousands of petal eyes of billion lighted hopes
Singing the never stopping free tune to perch my soul

I feel better to exist for you in senses with a flowing vibration
Since the souls met long before the bodies see each other

Like the film's flashback in the dark rooms of our souls
In spite of all worldly flaws, the divinity plays its true art

Come angelic panacea without any hindrance at any time
To become one, without any separation in my garden of soul

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

I remember the night we made camp
There on the Sands outside Giza.
The desert air turned cool beneath the stars
As we coupled before the
jealous eyes of the Sphinx.

The Great Pyramid fairly shone
bathed in moonlight.
We thought we were being discreet,
That only the stars saw our pleasure
But the cold eyes of the sphinx saw us too
And she must have sworn a vendetta.

In the valley of the Kings
There was rumor of a tomb.
A tomb untouched by robbers’ hands
My love, Selene, and I
Would enter and there behold.
The face of a pharaoh, a boy,
rendered forever in gold.

There must be some rational reason
For the cough Selene developed soon after.
Like some delicate flower she wilted.
Some virus had strangled her laughter

We didn’t know then of the curse
How could we; we hadn’t been told.
My darling Selene would soon die
And I ,too,  would never grow old.

You say you care,
But do you really?
Don't just stop and stare
'Cause that's just silly.
No, you watch me suffer.
Always alone, nowhere to run.
These thoughts always buffer
As you make my nightmare fun.
Only amusing to a sick mind.
Let me tell you what I must say:
Why can't you just be kind?
Now there's hell to pay.

not aware whom created the
list of the seven wonders
but my list were I
to compile would vary and differ
greatly

mine list would include
women

and the first look at your newborn

the rush of being charitable to a homeless man

stopping bullying

a dog's loyalty

a nighttime sky clear sparkled

a smile from anyone


and so I beg your patience
my list is the one I prefer
and i apologize to those who
created the original

By all means, marry.
If you get a good wife, you'll become happy;
if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.


Socrates