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The only way to get through everyday
without incinerating your soul
is by sending multitude of messenger pigeons
to drop millenial post cards
at fluctuating frequencies at the juncture
of the mail box of your heart;
as a wick to a flaming reminder.

Soul reads the post card sonourous,
sitting on a wooden stool with a gashed crack
running through the middle
beside the dimlit green forlorn bedside lamp.
Heart ardently listens while laying silently
beneath bereft layers of warmth.

It read  *"You can't be the only moon that revolves around the Sun/You can't be important to someone all the time."
In a society where
people shunt you
for being different,
label you crazy
for writing words
that don't make sense to them.
I have found acceptance
in this shelter home
for meandering souls,
a place to rest my bones.
It gave a shed
to my passion filled heart
from the calamities of life.
And armed it with a pen.
My heart felt
homeless
no more.

I  have found like minded people
who provided me with,
the support of friends.
The comfort of family.
The coziness of home.

Thank you Hello Poetry
for being that home.
Thank you my muse and my lover for being an inspiration forever and ever and for your evergrowing support.
Also thank you to my friends A Cup of Sunbeams, Lora Lee and Vanessa Gatley.
:)
As your weary frame shudders,
as your bones quiver
at the resounding echo
of the wailing wind blowing
your spirits with the leaves of
an unforgotten winter,
encompassing
the familiar loneliness that
outshines bliss.

And when the days are
overshadowed by your fears
and the shoals of the ocean waves
crushes your soul against
the condescending
cluster of rocks
cloaked with
your hopes
and your dreams.

I will carve my heart out
for you.
I will build a home in
it's place,
to protect you.
And set myself on fire
to keep you warm.
I'll stitch a happy smile
on my face even when
you & I are drenched
in our tears.
Every time I run
into your everlastinng arms,
it feels like I'm running
Home.
Your emotionally dilated eyes,
Your supple rosy lips,
Your star embossed body,
Your sonorous voice,
Your mellifluous music of words,
Your mystical aura,
You’re magic.
Your angel envying face,
Your soaring grace,
Your burning passions,
Your reflecting bliss,
Your besmirching confidence,
Your temporal madness,
Your look of despondecy.
Your rainbow smile.
Your moonbeam walk of life.
Your sunshy love.
Your,
You.
Happy Valentine's day! :)
Sometimes all they’re on the outside
is all they’re on inside.
There’s nothing to dig deep
and search for.
What you see is what you get.
My tight pressed lips,
against Your tangent hips.
Our hands yield
to the symphony of surrender.
Lay your defences down,
Let our hearts pour out.
Scantitly clad souls,
Semi naked hearts,
Ever so vulnerable.

There are things
far more important
than ourselves.
There are things
that we love too much.
that it hurts.
even to let go.
In our midst,
it is each other.

''May I have the final dance under
this perishable moonlight ?''
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