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 Apr 2015
XNtricity
Rilled
as
  a Rose,
      Petals Painted                                                          ­    
            with Radio-waves                                        Billowing     ­       
                               amongst                   Bouquet of          Ballerinas,
                                         ­    a   Blossoming                                    Trailing
                                                                ­                                          New
                   ­                                                          stars                  Born
                                     ­                                and           Blushing
                                                             Foaming
                                                         ­           at their
                                                           ­                Skirts
                                                                ­              like
      wrapped                                                   ­ the      
up              like home,             Surf of the Sea
in her                    Doesn't it feel
     spiraling                                                        ­  Scented with
                arms?                                       of her sleeves,          warm
                     Sewn into       cotton fibers                                       cosmic
                                       the                                                              ­    latte?
                                                      ­                              uni-                         Oh,
                                                                ­          entire      verse             before
                                                          ­               our                                   we
                                                                ­                was                  grew  
                     ­                                                                 ­  She  // taller
In honor of the 25th anniversary of the launch of the Hubble Space Telescope, named after a man who calculated the distance to our nearest neighbor galaxy, leading us to see for the first time that the Milky Way was not the entire universe.
 Apr 2015
Just Melz
Poetry is art
      Poetry is visual

Poets can see the words

The way a play write
Can see the actors on stage
       with every line he writes

The way a musician
Can see the notes dance on air
       with every key she plays

The way a sculptor
Can see the final sculpture
       with every cut of their knife

The way a painter
Can see the waves of the ocean
        with every stroke of blue
                  on a blank canvas

Poetry is visual
      Poetry is art
            Poets are artists
       They write **from the heart
 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
Poetry does not limit
Expands the consciousness
Beyond the realm of known
From the land of wilderness
Where many possibilities roam
So many ways to portray
Wildest of feelings and emotions
Poetry captures them
To release them to their freedom
Poetry does not limit
Poets get a new lease of life
With each poetry that’s written
Insignia of the muse remains etched
In the heart of the poet
Poetry does not limit
 Apr 2015
Solaces
as i crossed over i saw the shadows playing in the midnight sky..

they spun like a dancer made of the shade..

they would touch the sky and leave behind ripples of light..

i was a luminous being to them..

they could not see me..

2 shadows in love held hands in the twilight..

a galaxy of colors came from their holding hands..

they were meant to be...

as i was about to cross back over i noticed a small shadow looking in my direction..

afraid and amazed this small shadow stared at me..

it tried to speak to me..

was this possible?

could this small shadow really see me..

its words were made of different light patterns..

it was very beautiful..

the light patterns spoke to my eyes rather than my ears..

the colors said H E L L O.........
In the dark universe a person of light can be seen by a child of the dark..
 Apr 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
Then, if ever, is the red color grows fade
The petals of red roses drop
If the birds don't sing any songs
And even a butterfly doesn't
Play on a purple flower

If the mistake happens in the rain
You 'll not cry
You can't be afraid of thunder
They will cleanse you

And when I am gone
Forgive me, but the melody in the air
You will come, playing in the garden,
Dance with the lost grasshoppers

Any yellow day when red flamboyant will be bloomed
Will have to take off your colorful sunglasses
At the very noon will be floated on the Cuckoo's love song
Again and Again it will prove your arrival,

O' Spring

You'll be the very white sky after rain
Will bloom red hibiscus
On that gilded day  
Red flamboyant 'll be loved with yellow flamboyant

Patched up with melody and words
Will be made new Songs,
New Poetry,
With the yellow flowers tune

Then again,
You 'll not  sing a song of despair,
Not even a song of hiatus,
Will sing the Songs of Joy,
Stir in the way of dreams,
Mating

Back to again and again
I 'll come back to you
Both 'll make a love  
For the creation of a new life
~~
O wind she is far though
in thy blow whisper to her
to find me on the horizon's glow
read heart's script on the first star!

O wind when thou pass by her
ask if she sings the old song
its notes make her eyes blur
aching for the lover missed for long!

O wind when thou play on her hair
and she feels the touch of my hand
strum the tune softly in her ear
I'm pining in a faraway land!

O wind when her cheeks thou kiss
wet them with thirsty lips' touch
speak to her my only dying wish
to let her know I loved her very much!
 Apr 2015
Chris
.


The wind, it gusts upon my face
Across my lips the breeze does trace
In images I can’t replace
The perfect love of you

The rain, is wet upon my skin
So precious as it does begin
Bringing to my mind again
The perfect love of you

The sun, now bright within my eyes
Aglow across these April skies
Once again I realize
The perfect love of you

The moon, does shine this springtime night
Sending forth its wondrous light
Floating me in pristine flight
The perfect love of you

For everyday these sights I see
Affection formed of destiny
Whispered thoughts for only me
*The perfect love of you
 Apr 2015
Dhaye Margaux
Let me be the wind, as you are the rain
So that I can be with and care for you anytime
Or I can reach you, kiss you, for there won't be distance
Let me be the wind that completes your symphony and rhyme

Let me be the wind that carries my words
To you, to hug you and kiss you softly
To make you feel how much I love you, over and over
Let me be the wind that echoes my love to your heart, deeply

Let me be the wind, Oh, how I wish I could be
So I can be there where you are, where the raindrops fall
Where love is the only thing that makes our world spin
Let me be the wind and hear my beseeching call
It's been a while I didn't post a piece. Thanks to Sir Pradip's poem "Carry My Love O Wind" which helped me find my muse at this time.
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