I want my wife
to be a lumber jack,
so she could climb my
tree, but I heard her say
timber, and now I only have
a stump where it was a least seven, now its no where to be seen...

Life is always WHAT IF
life should be WHY NOT
if you try and don't like, at
least you'll have no regrets
in life, and ask your self later WHAT IF Instead of **WHY NOT.

Let your heart drown in tears
To cleanse away the wound
From it shall spring eternal fountain
Of inspirations, to open your heart
To Love, Hope, and inspiration
Muses will come to drink from it
And poetry shall flow through you
Every particle of you enamored
By the sweet water, flows eternally
Replenish the soul and turn the tide
To delve deeper in to self-belief
And, embrace knowledge to fight a stormy world
Poetry is the panacea for a recuperating soul
For there is the eternal fountain to drink from*



















© Amitav (Radiance)

Collaboration with the amazing Jack

Twilight shadows dance upon our walkway arched of stone
Hand in hand we stroll within this sunset summer breeze
Counting every heart beat calling sweetly of our own
Dreaming of the colors now awash among the trees

I can barely take in this wonderful scene
as my favourite view has always been you
The heavenly scent upon the warm air, lingers
intertwining with us on this late afternoon

We listen as a songbird sings so sweetly up above
In harmonies that mingle with the beauty of your eyes
Following the foot prints found along this path of love
Wishing on an early star aglow these blushing skies

Forever our fingers will connect, like our souls
my wish is to always follow you on this path
walking side by side during every sensuous sunset
through our stone archway we are immersed in love

Eternal are these days my love does share with you
*Endless passioned nights where each other we cling to

Do I take a look deep in to my
soul, do I swim the waters that
shimmer, with each movement
I see ripples of my life unfold.

Will I dive in to the depths
how far would I go, or stay at
the edge, glancing at how
my life was and is to unfold.

I dive in feeling the waters light
wash over me, as I delve deeper
the shadows I see, as in every soul
there is light but also darkness in
thee.

I go deeper seeing the moments
that have effected me, moments
of hope that shimmer on the wall,
but scars from the errors in my life
and what has happened from me,
darkened scars not yet healed.

I wish to go further, but the soul,
pushes back, as if not wanting to see
what is beyond me, it the life before
the one that I'm in, always a locked
door maybe many before that are locked
as they should not be seen in.

My soul I have seen in, swam in deep,
would I tell others to delve in deep,
maybe but I warn you there are things
buried deep you may not want to see.

There must be an eternal fountain
Where the creative ink flows
A secluded hamlet where all Muse resides
A museum where all seer poets are featured
The laureates from earlier centuries
Adorning the walls of ‘Hall of Fame’
Their legacy passed on to next centuries
Some through narratives or written manuscripts
Omnipresent, to provide the guiding light
To pen the narratives, metaphors, onomatopoeia
The rhyme schemes- Ballade, Chant royal, Cinquain, Ottavia
But most important of all is the rhythm of the heart
And when the heart and soul coalesce, it creates literature
The rhyming schemes of our mind, heart and soul
Is what the composition of a passionate writing is**






© Amitav (Radiance)

when you feel as
useless
as a white crayon

all you have
to do
is to find
that someone

who prefers
black paper

I will put a spell on you to do
what I want, I will make you
moo like a cow or hop like a
frog. I control you now you
are mine, to do as I wish at
any time.

I control you to do things that
I want, you think this is some
thing that its really not, I tell
you this, you think your doing
that. My smile just grows as
you do all the crap jobs that I
will not.

A wave of the hand some words
said, So simple a spell to take
control and make you do this
and what is said. I love taking
control, and making you do the
things that your told to.

But then came the day when the
wrong word was said, and you
obeyed my ever word and I ended
up dead. Free from my words now
that I'm gone,did I take it to far as
you grin now that its done, and
give a kick for good riddance happy
now that you are free and I am gone.

A blank canvas, inspires a painter
A blank paper, inspires a poet
From a blank we can draw inspiration
They are not blank, but an empty space
Untouched with the creative juices
To be filled with different moods of hues
And written on, with the most fertile thought
From a blank, we can draw a conclusion
Inspired to come up with most enchanted sketches
As artistry is the masterstroke, drawn on a blank
An abstract idea sketched, to inspire*





© Amitav (Radiance)

My fingers move, my arms in the air.
I cant play an instrument, but I am the
Best in the world with my air guitar.

Here me play with music loud, hands
Swinging in the air, I look like a mad
Man to friends, watching my fingers
Do the motions of different cords.

I'm the best at this instrument, I think
Crowds would go wild, paying to see
My awesomeness. I play with fingers
Swinging my arms slowly and fast
Playing what I do best the air guitar.

The numbers were said a smile hit their
face, munching of organs *******, licking
and biting. A grin on both faces as a thought
of pleasure of mutual excitement was about
to take place.

A shoe flies off, a sock lands in the fish bowl,
I don't think the fish will mind at the moment,
I don't care. Where shall we do it on the sitting
room floor, to ******* my back and last time
I got to excited and smashed my head off the floor.

The bed it is there now gagging for the pleasure
to start, its too light shall we do it under the blanket,
too hot unless you want sweat dripping off my
*****, to land in you eyes or up your nose,
remember that happened before.

So to light the fires kisses start, the fondling of
different ****** parts,  passionate kisses touching
private parts the fun is about to start. Side ways
or you on top I'll go on top I nearly got black
eyes last time from your up and down *****.
So she licks and he caresses her lips with his lips
and tongue.

She uses the tip of her tongue, then takes it all in
one mouthful, he arches ''OH MY GOD'' he  screams
do that again I want more. As he teases her lips,
opening them up caress with the tip of his tongue,
then sticks his tongue in her love tunnel. He loves
the taste he could drink her juices never full always
wanting more.

Its getting heated she goes faster slower, he finds
her spot nudging it with his tongue ******* on it
she pushes his face in screaming''THATS THE SPOT''
he licks even faster the signs are right as she explodes
over his mouth 'OH MY GOD'' OH MY GOD'' a multiple
she never had one before.

Now she relaxes, '' OH NO YOU DON'T its my turn,
so She speeds up the pace, faster harder than before
using the edge of her teeth a little he likes the pain
then the pleasure more. ''I'M GETTING CLOSE''
I'm going to explode as the ****** comes swallowing
all of his juices lapping it up with her tongue.

But out of the blue, as he relaxed a guff of wind
blows her hair, as she shots up, did you just let
rip as you did before. No he says sheepishly, this
is why we don't do this you get too relaxed, and last
time it was in my eyes and before that a silent but
deadly  squeezed up my nose. This is the last time
I will say those numbers 69. It was good  but you
aren't having them any more.

Watered down words cascading
down my mind, flowing to the edge
where the words like a water fall
crash to my mouth.

Many waterfalls do I have for thoughts,
memories, all flow splashing on the
rocks stored in them till I need them
once again to flow out to be thought.

My mind many places pools of thought,
captured till the time they fall down the
waterfall in my mind, becoming words
used by the fingers or voiced as words,
far have they had to fall.