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Never feel alone, my friend -
dormancy is also transient,
same as your winter depression...

Only yesterday I heard a flock of geese
overhead in the twilight
announce their return
while a heedless scampering squirrel
repeatedly circuited the trunk of an oak.

The Pervasion is always complete;
embrace it in your awareness
as the Sun's virility will soon
embrace the fields and countryside.

Regrouping the sacred elements
through delicate processes,
rugged mating rituals,
and rebirth -

Forming a symmetry
of vital love incarnate
dispelling all loneliness.


-fr
 Apr 2014 Niveda Nahta
Marian
After this I looked, and,
behold, a door was opened in
heaven: and the first voice which I
heard was as it were of a trumpet
talking with me; which said,
Come up hither, and I will shew
thee things which must be hereafter.
2 And immediately I was in
the spirit: and, behold, a throne
was set in heaven, and one sat on
the throne.
3 And he that sat was to look
upon like a jasper and a sardine
stone: and there was a rainbow
round about the throne, in sight
like unto an emerald.
4 And round about the throne
were four and twenty seats: and
upon the seats I saw four and
twenty elders sitting clothed in
white raiment; and they had on
their heads crowns of gold.
5 And out of the throne proceeded
lightenings and thunderings
and voices: and there were
seven lamps of fire burning before
the throne, which are the
seven Spirits of God.
6 And before the throne there
was
a sea of glass like unto crystal:
and round about the throne, were
four beasts full of eyes before and
behind.
7 And the first beast was like
a lion, and the second beast like a
calf, and the third beast had a face
as a man, and the fourth beast
was like a flying eagle.
8 And the four beasts had each
of them six wings about him; and
they were full of eyes within: and
they rest not day and night, saying,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God
Almighty, which was, and is, and
is to come.
9 And when those beasts give
glory and honour and thanks to
him that sat on the throne, who
liveth for ever and ever,
10 The four and twenty elders
fall down before him that sat on
the throne, and worship him that
liveth for ever and ever, and cast
their crowns before the throne,
saying,
11 Thou art worthy, O Lord,
to receive glory and honour and
power: for thou hast created all
things, and for thy pleasure they
are and were created.
 Apr 2014 Niveda Nahta
Violet
i keep crying
my eyes sting
from the salt
no i don't cut
anymore
but i cry
i cry
bitter tears
all of them
i cried for you
 Apr 2014 Niveda Nahta
Zoe
No Crying
 Apr 2014 Niveda Nahta
Zoe
There is no crying tonight
even though you're not here.
I merely wished to be held
and cared for...that's all.

...
It was a September morning
As beautiful as ever
bestowing to everyone
The golden sunlight ,rare and precious.

And there I sat under the old oak tree
an old forgotten friend
etched in my childhood memories
but washed from my day to day life,yet always present.

The tree was reminiscent of my childhood days.
Those delectable days with Fiona,Thomas,and Liona
Are now paltry memories
That keep me euphoric even in my dismal days.

Now even they are gone
to different parts of the word
but this old oak tree
has been a witness to both my past and present.

Had the oblivion taken upon me?
That I had forgotten my promise
to remember and cherish him throughout my life
But he still keeps his promise, as true as light on this earth.

He seems to smile to see me today
A unique smile, delicate, bold, unnoticed.
Welcoming me heartily
Embracing the unknown new me.

His leaves rustle
Expressing umpteen emotions  
In a voice and language alien to everyone else
Just known to me.

I could sense what a fool I have been
To have forgotten my friend
But even though we had drifted apart
Oblivion failed to erase our friendship.

Thus sitting in front of you,my friend
I write and dedicate this poem to you
so that even though my existence is washed away
You be remembered and become immortal in memories !!  
Tell me how you feel after reading this.............speak the truth,speak your mind.
 Apr 2014 Niveda Nahta
Weasel
I sat on ice bench
I got stuck could not get up
Made a rip in pants.

{ Weasel }
This is somewhat true, only my pants didn't rip, lol!
Thank you for reading.
Poem 7
© The Weasel
All rights reserved.
 Apr 2014 Niveda Nahta
Marian
She looked into her handheld mirror
Every day just staring at the mirror
Clutched in her beautiful grey paw
Sometimes trying on satin pink ribbons
Tying them around her satin ears
But most of her time was spent
Sitting on her golden throne
Giving commands and orders
To her young mistress
And there she'd sit stately on her throne
With her pink quartz tiara
Placed upon her furry head
Garnet wand clutched in her paw

*~Marian~
Dedicated For My Cat, Lady Jane!! :) ~~~~<3
She Is My Pink Princess!!! :D ~~~~<3
Hope You Enjoy This Poem, My HP Friends!!! :) ~~~~<3
I remember him.
Centuries and centuries ago
he seems so far away now
like the lost unbidden starlight
that wonders the universe with no where to go
and no other goals in mind
I see him as i speak and as i think of him
i picture him wandering a windy road
stopping and sitting and waving hello
his thoughts drag and float behind him
in a long long train of different colored silks
he still wears his sandals in winter time
i chew over what he meant to me before
like biting into old gum
that still has a little flavor in it
he sits there
watering his thoughts until they grow and grow into every planet
and every shape
so very very far away.
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