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Expressing the simplest things
We often run out of words
Fumble to give some meaning
For they are simplest of things
Do not hide behind guise of words
The heart understands for sure
When everything’s disguised
It becomes an arduous task
Defining reality through veneer
One does not know the reality
Which appearance to believe
Mirrored are the duplicity
One sees the fabricated image
Disguised we become to ourselves
Till it becomes a reality, we live with
 May 2015 Mercury Chap
Enygma
You are a sunset to me
With beauty emanating beyond my sight
And once you leave, the evening comes
Wrapping me in the depths of the night

I cannot do anything to stop you from setting
Nor bring you back once you leave
So I take every chance to see you
Cherishing the moments I could never retrieve

Sometimes I stare out the window
Looking at the orange sky
Wondering what makes a sunset so breathtaking
I guess I will never know why
There are some rare occasions
that I catch myself
just gazing at her when
her attention
is elsewhere
and I think to myself,
"My God,
sometimes you can be
such a headache
but you are,
and always be,
my favorite person
in the world
."
She despised him
because of the threats
the promises
the cries
the screams


She abhorred him
because of the lies
the bruises
the scams

Hatred filled her heart
that was once full of joy
and from deep within
t'was all because of him
Abuse .. rather child abuse or spouse
abuse.. or any other kind..
should NOT be tolerated.
Too many scars....
Soul held captive by past
Still reminiscing the memories
Traveling through the ages
Gathered much wisdom
Remains speechless
Yet, there’s so much spoken
Series of dialogues
With the heart and mind
Watching the retrospective
Of its past adventures
Sole soul have seen life
Every layer being neatly placed
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 Mercury Chap
WickedHope
When I look out and see the Boston skyline

I whisper like you're still here next to me
     I whisper like you can here me
          I whisper like you never left
               I whisper like I'll be okay
                    I whisper like it won't bring a tear

And sometimes you whisper back.
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