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 Jul 2014 Mehar Bawa
nivek
spinning top life
in all its glory
keeps giving birth
The melodious voice, her silent voice.
Is nothing but a harsh reality of your choice.

Shutting her up and putting her down,
Doesn't give you a wise man's crown.
She who out of love performed every act of abnegation,
She is the one, the true sensation.

How could you be so insensitive to not hear?
So much she said through the eyes in tear.

For love and respect today she whines,
Despite your ruthless nature, with her love, you, she binds.

Maybe you don't know,
Even in dark she can glow.

She can extend the unforgiving minute,
Her strength and purity has no limit.
She standing on earth has reached the stars and sky,
Still in misconceptions you are high.

Open your eyes, your heart, your soul!
You're nobody to charge on her life any toll.

Do not underestimate this silent voice,
Her unsaid is heard even in the noise.

When this silent voice will come out of its shell,
Will that be the time when you'll ring a bell?

Today the voice is silent.
Tomorrow, my friend, it might be violent.

One who has brought you on this earth,
Don't dare to consider her as dirt.
Silently she can give you the pain of your life,
She is nobody but your mother, daughter or wife.

Her silent voice is loudest everywhere.
Her absence you won't be able to bear.
So from today, begin to care.
Wise man's crown then you'll wear.
The beauty of  this expression,
Makes a difference in any situation.

An alternative to voiced words,
A weapon against the sharpest swords.

Panacea for the painful heart and tearful eyes,
Connects to the soldiers under other land’s skies.

Exchange of feelings between lovers,
In tough times, one inspiring peace, sobers.

Under the spell of rain, flows straight from the soul,
Always successful in covering those doubted holes.

Fills the silence with its devices,
Holds the power to fill the crevices.

It helps in the appreciation of the serenity of nature,
Although boneless, full of life and soul, it indeed is a living creature.

Yes, poetry is this electric and colourful magic.
Captivating all hearts and minds, its effect is so pelagic.
 Jun 2014 Mehar Bawa
SG Holter
I've measured her right
Little toe. It's exactly 16mm.
When she grinds her teeth in her
Sleep, just rub her jaw gently.
She'll stop without
Waking up.

If you read to her in bed, she'll
Watch you wide eyed from
Your shoulder; study your features
As you speak.
She'll stop you if you lose her
Between two words she doesn't
Quite understand.
She'll thank you for explaining.
She's worth it.

She's allergic to sugar, dairy, gluten
And eggs. I'll mail you a hundred
Recipes I've created for her.
Tell you all the tricks
So I know she'll eat.
You get used to the hassle.
She's worth it.

She's crazy about cartoons.
Let her watch them; seeing her
Laugh beats the game
Hundredfolds.
She'll love you for letting her
Read for hours and tell you about
The story.
She'll be so beautiful
When concentrating.
Give her space. Yours included.
She's worth it.

Let her grow.
Let her learn in her own time.
Let her be who she is.

She was weaker before me.
Now she's strong enough
To stand up and do the right thing,  
Though both our hearts broke
In the process.

If she goes, let her.
Help her out, send her off
With blessings.
Say to yourself I'd rather see her
Happy without me than
Unhappy here.
You'll
Mean it.

You'll cry your eyes out
And scream at the skies. Then
Thank God for every minute
You spent as her man.
They were worth it.
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