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Sun, a purple ink ball,
the heavens fills with magic
on the moment of each dawn,
      paints the sky and earth
      as he madly explodes;
sitting cross legged, eyes wildly closed,
meditating on the carpet of grass,
he is in union with the divine oneness,
that moment holds forth,
---when he hears the soliloquy
    of a wild flower,  nobody cared for
      within his heart,

"I am fulfilled,
this moment means
salvation forever to me;
let the cruel rays of sun
**** me this very noon,
I won't shed a drop of tear"
the terrors of losing are not the loss.
it is not from our hearts
but our lungs that break
when the you that was here
becomes the you that I fear.
it goes from presence
to               .
(and the hardest thing
is knowing you still exist
when you are all that i miss)
"Invaluable, these three things I cherish"
he  tells her , "Will you sell each, ask any price"
"Certain wealth refuses to be sold", he makes it clear
" Whatever price you quote will be far less
than the value  I give, there is a flip side too,
others won't find any worth in its glitter,
then would any one even touch it, even if i offer?"
she was puzzled and demanded an explanation
"All the three are memories effulgent,
so much alive these moments are in my mind,
how would I transfer these to others, even if  they desire?
Imagine the moment they cease to be alive for me, in some case,
it's their death, they loose all value, just  dumped in to the dustbin of time"
 Nov 2013 Meenakshi Iyer
Marian
Sail your ship across the earth,
Rejoicing at the beauty of the earth,
Sail with happiness your ship across the world;
Delight in every flower unfurled.
Stare at the sunsets and watch the sky,
Look at each beautiful cloud way up high,
Sail the earth and the seas;
For time so quickly flees.
Look at the sun and the moon,
For time passes by way too soon,
Sail the earth and tell me what you see;
Let us sail the earth, just you and me.

*~Marian~
May have more coming from this...idk!!! :P
I hope you all enjoy it!!! :) ~~~~<3
Naive waves keep reaching for the oars:
who will explain to them, the rover is gone;
The empty vessel sways from side to side
in wheezing evening winds.

On moonlit nights of silken silences,
atop misty hills overlooking the waters
at Nepenthe's, a dreamed-up reverie.

After the dawn, the night lingers on;
In the darkened room, hiding in corners ,
and dying in the emptying space
hugged between the arms.

Yet, when snow covered everything, and
the clock ticked timeless, a throb enshrined
in the heart of the stalled heart of time,

of those many years ago, carries on.
Nepenthe (http://www.nepenthebigsur.com/) is a restaurant perched amid unbelievable beauty and charm among the hills and by the sea, in the Big Sur national park, California, USA. Something reminded me of the night I was there many years ago...`

Of course, the word 'nepenthe' in English also refers to a drink that brings forgetfulness of sorrow or pain, http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/nepenthe
 Nov 2013 Meenakshi Iyer
Marian
The sunset is boldly painted in the west,
The golden sun is soon going to rest,
All the world is painted gold;
And the sands on the shore are bathed in its colors so bold.
The sunset is reflected in the ocean,
The sapphire waves are crashing in motion,
The horse is rearing on the shore;
I've never seen such a pretty place before.
Beautiful clouds float lazily next to the fading sun,
A beautiful day is nearly done,
The rocky island cliffs are bathed in the sunset's glow;
Time goes by so fast, yet other times it seems so slow.
A lone palm tree stands on the shore,
I love the beauty here more and more,
The little fishes are swimming under the sea;
We are holding hands watching the sunset;
Just you and me.
This place is bathed in beauty's delight,
Soon it will be Night,
The day is dying peacefully;
And all that is left is but an Ecstasy.

*~Marian~
Probably not my best, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!!! (: ~~~<3
The winds of hope blow through
the boarding house's corridors
sober, listening to John Kay's "Easy Evil"
having finally rinsed my glass of Tennessee whisky,
that once flowed sojourn down stream.
With the best of  intentions,
hell's as current as the midnight lodger,
presiding in room 207,
her absinthe addiction
driven me to distraction
some are marooned on  the rich mud silt of life,
but I need to edge towards resolution.
a packed suitcase
whose once dreams hazed,
finally vies beyond the rivers edge.
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