Love owns the scene
Is death a state or an escape?
Some humans wonder
As they are faced
With life’s hardships, struggles, evil games
Their mind travels to a darker place.
When the dawn fades
And sun remains
Shelter they find
With the death of their mind.
Thoughts are extinct.
Feelings released.
Heart takes the lead.
Love owns the scene.

-Carolina Haraki

He felt her
inner thunder,
waves of scarlet
reverberating
in his *****;
deep in the marrow
a pleasant tingling.
"Your sun spoke to me,
his insistence, very pleasant
reached me as waves"
later she coyly
whispered in his ears.

Let go all pretensions,
honestly compare notes
of hearts, the magic happens.
              They created their
big bang on a sprawling bed,
all are echoes, he, she and the rest.
Even the universe that pulsates
within and spreads outwards
as waves.

White linen,
needle sewn.
Worn denim,
fades too soon.
Horse venom,
evil rune.
Hard water,
silver spoon.
Dead daughter,
red balloon.

r ~ 5/6/14

Oblivious of the surrounding darkness
The fireflies light up, to dispel it
Dancing around in complete ecstasy
Penetrating through the obscurity
The fireflies have defeated the night
As if stars have descended on Earth
Waking us from a slumber, to join the party*





© Amitav (Radiance)

Munch,
munching your voiceless scream
from thick air surrounding him all day long,
he screamed in all colors you painted,
in a nightmare, all night long,
healed, got up fit as a fiddle
in the new morn ready to face a day,
just the same as before,
the cycle  goes on.