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Aug 2013 Gayatri

Raj Arumugam

the four monks are out in the open
meditating;
the prayer flags are flapping

“The flags are flapping,”
hums the first monk

“The wind is there,”
intones the second

“It is the mind that
is flapping,”
observes the third

“Mouths are flapping
is all what I see and hear,”
says the last

the frog in the grass
is silent

...based on a Buddhist story, from online...

Aug 2013 Gayatri

I crave to be with you [30w]

Aug 2013 Gayatri

Djs

I crave to be with you [30w]

I roll over

to my side

                                         just to realize

you're not here.

                                         So if I can

                                        only be with you

                                        in my dreams

please don't ever

wake me up, dear.

*-djs

Read normally from left to write. Read the first column down. Then the second column down. - This whole format and limited number of words is still not familiar to me, but I'll keep experimenting as I go.

Aug 2013 Gayatri

I'm Sorry (Romantic)

Aug 2013 Gayatri

Àŧùl

I'm Sorry (Romantic)

I am really sorry her younger sister,
Don't mean to spoil your fun but really,
You would not get to tease her forever!

I am really sorry her little brother,
Don't mean to take your artist away,
You would not get her to do charts!

I am really sorry her strict mother,
Don't mean to insult you but we'll elope,
You would not get to polish her by scolding!

I am really sorry her loving father,
Don't mean to question your upbringing,
You would not get to love her as much as me!

Oh my dream-most-real how I wait for you,
The brush of these twigs of the love tree,
I will gulp the swigs of tears belonging to you!

Oh my young inspiration how I love you,
The gush of the potion of our love is awaited,
We will have a toast of happiness each!

Oh my young companion how I require you,
The lush gardens of love expect us really soon,
Come to my street forever I wait for *you!

Just in case if you noticed,
This poem as well like my life,
Starts with 'I' and ends with 'you'!

My HP Poem #389
©Atul Kaushal

Jul 2013 Gayatri

A Time for Flying

Jul 2013 Gayatri

Robert C Howard

A Time for Flying

Flight came so easily
when I was a boy of seven.

I'd hover over sidewalks, cars and lawns
gliding on a sea of azure air
above my friends at play
and Mom and Pop talking on the stoop.

I'd circle over McKinley School (my school)
where the recess bell is ringing
and the creek by the edge of the woods
where I found the railroad flare
(my creek, my woods).

Flight came ever so easily
when I was seven (or was it eight?)
when the sky was autumn blue
and the world below was kind and true.

But in time, science grounded me,
said it was just a dream.
After all a boy can't just up
and repeal the law of gravity, can he?

Why yes, of course he can:
it comes so easy
when you're seven or eight
and the skies are right for flying.

*October, 2010

Included in Unity Tree - Collected poems
pub. CreateSpace - Amazon.com

#dreams #flying #memory #youth

Jul 2013 Gayatri

Remember When

Jul 2013 Gayatri

Elyssa Rae

Remember When

Remember when....
You held my hand tight?
  When you promised you would never let go?
     When you told me you loved me?
I remember that.
It was when I was *happy.
  When you held me close.
     When you called me every night.
        When everything was alright.
Oh, so you don't remember?
     Saying it was you and me against the world.
       Wishing your parents didn't care.
          Hoping society didn't look down upon me being mixed.
It was simple.
   It was easy.
      It was normal.
         It was the beginning of something great.
You turned your back.
      And walked away.
            By cheating.
               And lying.
It should have been better than that.
  But it wasn't.
      And now you can't have me back.
          It's too late now.
             And I'm never coming back.
**Do you remember now?

Jul 2013 Gayatri

in the clouds

Jul 2013 Gayatri

marina

in the clouds

i don't know the difference between
the words you spill when your drunk
and the words you whisper when sober
anymore, even when you're intoxicated
you're a liar.

you used to tell me the truth all the time, and then only when you were drunk or high, and now...

Jul 2013 Gayatri

Attachment/Detachment

Jul 2013 Gayatri

K Balachandran

Attachment/Detachment

On the
extended palm
of a lotus leaf,
falls
a drop of
untimely rain.

water drop
runs around,
refuses all
attachments,
takes refuge,
in the cupped palm of
the supple leaf.

The leaf
in its kindness
receives the drop,
as it's own,
feeling responsible,
the leaf keeps it
safe from
malicious winds;
protects it
from spilling over,
till the sun
proposes to the
water drop,
requests to be his own.

It goes up
as invisible vapors.
The drop,
as vapor
takes the form
of a cloud,
hovers above
the earth,
sans
attachment,
but realizes
sun has her heart
for ever.

Jul 2013 Gayatri

A Life

Jul 2013 Gayatri

K Balachandran

A Life

He invented a light
for the long night
he had to endure,

fixed a limit
for the height he aspired,

he found a verdant sight
to soothe his tired eyes

wrote a poem
for his bleeding heart
to rejoice

he was alone,
knew she was in her cocoon,
still sung a song for her,
that too was love,
though limited and scarce.

through the window
the saw a winking star
far away, light years apart.

life was a dream,
love he felt then, was real
when he left at last,
like the scent of a flower
wafting in night air,

few drops of tears, from the eyes of the star
mingled with his gratified spirit.

**"love never fails, blindly believe in it"
A nightingale sang aloud from somewhere.