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 Mar 2013 Gaurav K
Marian
Welcome back, my Emerald Gem!
Precious is your Hibiscus stem
Which is full of love to the core
My Sis I love you forever more

My Emerald Gem, I love you
I always wish to give you my happiness when you feel blue
Thank you so much for being such a lovely Sis
My dear, I wish I could give you a hug and kiss!

I wish I could give to you a bouquet
Of every flower that would sing to you each day
That way you would always be happy
As you play your Cello loudly and clearly

I wish I could give to you a Hibiscus crown
To grace your head, while you dance in your gown
To the sweet song of your Cello
With sweet songs Classical and mellow

I want to say to you
Welcome back, my Sis never feel blue
Welcome back, my Emerald Gem
Precious is your Hibiscus stem!

*
~Marian~
 Mar 2013 Gaurav K
Marian
Trees grow on the hillside,
Of the mountain wide,
The sky is the same colour as the lake;
I love coming here for my and their sakes!

Trees growing here and there,
And God's watercolor of blue in the air,
I love coming here;
And watching the lake with water cold and clear!

I love to come here in the pictures I see,
Because this place is dear to me,
I love the mountains of beauty;
This place was painted beautifully.

The light of the sun dances here and there,
And sweetly dances through the air,
With such freedom that it sets me in a trance;
No wonder they call this place Opabin Light Dance!

*~Marian~
When I reached in to clean off the glitter on your face,
Did your throat ache because of the unheard voice?
When I said: relax I won't kiss you
did the unheard voice say: "I wish you would!"?
This then music that was denied

All the times I didn't touch you,
did you shiver and get chills?
Did my wondrous breath caress your hairs then?
Did your follicles once wake?
Leading to yawning pores
Inviting the warmth,
of a touch, and the moist excretion of the connection
thereof

And your dry lips with lines dividing symbolizing the walls of your soul yet to be broken
and your bright eyes when the right words are spoken
Or the nerve-wrecking look that had me choking
I was myself and I truly was, maybe you thought I was joking

Was it the distance or questionable persistence?
The fear maybe, that had you critical of what you should feel
Perhaps the vicissitudes of fate that have a stationary couple reel
Or the gravity of occurrences, where I had to keep up appearances
Maybe just you. Maybe just me. Or the doubtful We.

In all reason; logical to think that perhaps the feel
that keeps me away from you
and you feeling like a slave when with me
if you believed and trusted, we could have eloped
Escaped the prison of doubt and insecurity, uplift the hope
Use the ladder of surrender
climb down the 'chance' rope
and then we'd elope

But you stayed with the other guy who says what you want to hear
who drives the car that has them cheer
who sports a profile that gives him credit
Never minding your heart's merit
I leave and enter the wild
I am a wolf from afar
And a die-hard romantic at heart
These are the melodies that live on
Unsung hymns of love lore
May they be heard deeply and penetrate as the sound of spores.
 Mar 2013 Gaurav K
Marian
I shall not cry, I shall not weep
Lest my tears wake the world from sleep
Under the peaceful starry sky
With the Moon smiling on high

I shall not cry, I shall not weep
Lest tears should fall in a heap
And turn my room to water
If that were to happen other people would be smarter

I shall not cry, I shall not weep
Lest I should wake this world from sleep
And they would ask me "why?"
I so loudly cry

I shall not cry, I shall not weep
Lest my tears should fall in a heap
But if I would they would turn to a lovely Jade
That my salty tears would have made.

**~Marian~
I am not sad or depressed I was just inspired by Neva Flores poem: "Tears Cry Tears Of Their Own" to write this! So, thank you for your inspiration, Neva, my dear friend!! <3<3
 Mar 2013 Gaurav K
Marian
Part I

Where flowers grow and sway
And where dew kisses their satin cheeks
Tall trees provide shade in the hot summertime
And breezes rustle the forest leaves.

Stars twinkle and wink at Night
Happily so merry and gay
And the Moon watches happily o'er
This beautiful enchanted place.

Coblestones provide such a lovely walkway
Leading to the pretty cottage
Where tall rosebushes climb
The trellis where at Night their buds unfurl.

Such beauty that *ONLY
Jesus can create
And as I stand here gazing at the beauty of Nature
I think of the Holy Creator Who made this whole world
And I think of how Jesus smiles while looking at His creation.

**~Marian~
 Mar 2013 Gaurav K
Marian
Part One

Cool sand upon the Tropical shore
where footprints are inprinted into the sand
so sweet and sad and pretty
pastel sunsets nearly bring me to tears
such a longing to see a tropical ocean myself
but I remember I can see them through the pictures
that I look at which inspires my poetry
so right now in my mind's eye I am at the ocean
and the breeze is blowing my golden-brown hair
I love the tropical oceans and seas wherever the may be
vivid sunsets and sunrises of such lovely colour
palm trees are dancing and swaying in the breeze
oh how I can see this in my mind. . . All of it so clearly
I can see and hear the singing waves
the dancing trees
the fishes which swim under the ocean
and so much more. . . I see it all!
Ever so vividly, ever so clearly!

*
~Marian~
 Mar 2013 Gaurav K
Marian
The rain drips pitter patter,
On this bitter cold and rainy night,
Drip drip Pitter Patter;
And this evening there were no sunsets bright.

Heaven's tears washing my window,
It's so cosy inside and so I write,
Tomorrow there on the ground will be snow;
Sparkling with the morning light.

But tonight-. . .

Pitter
Patter


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*~Marian­~
 Mar 2013 Gaurav K
Cat A
Betrayal
 Mar 2013 Gaurav K
Cat A
Betrayed
By myself
By others
The pain never ending
The happiness it's good
But I can't bare to watch it
Thinking that you can be mine
But it's all just a lost dream
The tears, the thoughts, the breaks
All learning toward one thing
The potential lies come together
To form an endless reality
Of hate
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