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 Jan 2019
Traveler
My heart
A road map of twisting roads
So many different ways
Please take it slow

My love
Brighter than the midnight stars
Bigger than the universe
Especially where you are...

My dreams
Extend beyond deepest sleep
My needs are like your's
Someone close I seek

To Have
To hold
To sleep with me in peace
Come and take a nap
Set your dreaming free!!
Traveler Tim
 Jan 2019
Sparkle in Wisdom
We met not so long ago
But I can call them ages away

We grew closer
We talked like buddies
Endless questions
Full of emotion

The memory so vivid
The fragrance rigid
You owe me nothing,
No grudges,
No parting whispers,
We just drifted away
As if we never met
..

But today I tell you
That one last thought...
That passed through my mind,
When I saw you from distance..
I knew that moment
We will not meet again
I knew that day back then..
It's going to be last time..
I will never see you again
..

I wanted to tell you
I wanted to warn you..
But
Then you always laughed
at my intuition,
And
I also wanted you to part happy,
With no tension of good byes ..
The emotional things you disliked,
The love in your eyes,
The smile on your lips,
The care in your voice,
The pain in your embrace,
All vividly,
Rigidly etched in my heart
.

I so wanted it to end that way,
As all those would also be YOUR last memories...
Wherever you are,
With whom so ever,
I am sure when ever you
remember me,
And you do remember me, I know,
I am sure you still smile on the silly songs I liked ...
I wanted this ending to be just like it happened
...
Though I did not time it that way
But nature takes it own course...!

With no warning we parted our ways...
Let me say you GOOD BYE...
That one last time
!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
17 Jan 2019
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Brando
We seek reality in a world of fantasy
 Jan 2019
Satsih Verma
Cleaning the Augean
stables, I was going
to punish myself.

A soldier of your conscience
you will not commit
suicide for the sake of heaven.

History repeats itself.
There was no waiting
to open the morgue and
search your cadaver.

A burnt out stigma
still spreads the incense.
Blackbirds fly in unison.

A crepe bandage
was not sufficient to alleviate
the pain of centuries.

I am still asking
myself to receive a gift
of poverty.

Truth has lost its glitter.
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