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 Mar 2013 Saumya
Terry Collett
She had dried His feet
with her hair. She’d not
forgotten that. Not long
after she’d seen the same

feet nailed and bloodied
to the wooden down beam.
Her tears had helped wash
them, those feet, she later

remembered the tingle she
had felt as her long hair
dried them, something in
touching, emptied her of

self and opened up her
darker self. Had He seen
more than others, understood
what others were blind to,

forgave what others condemned?
That moment, His feet in
her hands, touching her hair,
her hands. His eyes spoke to

her, His words pinpricked her,
each sin (as others saw them)
scabbed over as he went by,
His shadow kind of healed her.

She knew that now, not then
so much, after His demise (or
so seemed) and the placing in
that tomb, she felt letdown,

emptied, like after some dark
passage ***. But she’d seen
Him after, the feet healed,
the holes unbloodied, His

voice soothed her inner coil
keyed up tight. But mostly she
recalled the washing of His feet
on that warm moon filled night.
 Mar 2013 Saumya
st64
Dawn Drift
 Mar 2013 Saumya
st64
Making love to you at dawn
Look how good we are together
Drifting and escaping the claws of time
Oh, floating on, floating on, floating on...our dawn drift.

Baking bread with you today
Oh, how swell we are together
Sifting and reaping rewards so fine
Oh, floating on, floating on, floating on...our dawn drift.



Somehow, together for so long......
Yet we're still in our dawn....
:-)



Star Toucher, 23 March 2013
Love alive from dawn to dusk AND...in-between :-p
 Mar 2013 Saumya
Marian
Trees grow on the hillside,
Of the mountain wide,
The sky is the same colour as the lake;
I love coming here for my and their sakes!

Trees growing here and there,
And God's watercolor of blue in the air,
I love coming here;
And watching the lake with water cold and clear!

I love to come here in the pictures I see,
Because this place is dear to me,
I love the mountains of beauty;
This place was painted beautifully.

The light of the sun dances here and there,
And sweetly dances through the air,
With such freedom that it sets me in a trance;
No wonder they call this place Opabin Light Dance!

*~Marian~
 Mar 2013 Saumya
Marian
My Harp of Love I played for you, each of you
My Harp of Love I played for you with waltzes sweet
We danced and twirled to each song and giggled too
My Harp of Love I played until the Night was through

My Harp of Love I played for you
To make you waltz and dance no matter where you are
My Harp of Love I played to you
Without a single care

My Harp of Love I played for everyone
Each and every listener dear
My Harp of Love I played until I was done
With songs enchanting loud and clear

My Harp of Love I played for friends
I wish it would go on forever
But here I must end
But with one last song

*~Marian~
 Mar 2013 Saumya
Marian
I wished my wish today
While I was at the parkway
And wished with all my heart you were there
All of you, my sweet friends
Such beauty you would have seen
Such giggles and laughter would
Have floated on the breeze
I could have talked with you, each one
But you* Did *go
You all went in my thoughts
And in my heart
Yes, inside my beating heart
Full of love for you, each one
Full of love for you, each and every one
My
Dear
Friends
Here
At
H
P
!
!
!
!
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.
.
.
Another true happening that happened today!! And that really is my wish!! <3
 Mar 2013 Saumya
Eshani
Lost & Found
 Mar 2013 Saumya
Eshani
A memory that had kept me awake the whole night,
Took me onto a walk, in the dawns flight,
While a stranger walking past me that morning,
Nodded with a smile and unknowingly swept a tear from my eyes,
A reason to smile back to him, was enough to pave through my solitary plight,

Walking by a lonely pavement one day,
My watch broke away from upon my wrist,
into a splatter upon the cracked road,
I looked upon the shards,
as the last touch of my mother lay scattered bereft and cold,
Just as I was about to hold the cracked glass with a heavy heart,
A tear rolled down my cheek, and was glimpsed by a kind soul,
Who walking past my loss said,
“Don’t let the metal break your heart,
Let the heart breathe life into those shards.”

A smile, a nod, a word, an advice,
A glance of hope, a gaze of strength,
Will find you the way to the happiness deep within,
Happiness, shared by a rose, passed by the wind,
Cradled in the waves of the ocean, lapped in the waving leaves,

All you need is a reason to find its way,
Way to the depths of happiness ,
bundled in the bounties of a thundering heart.
 Mar 2013 Saumya
Eshani
Maze
 Mar 2013 Saumya
Eshani
A maze is what you are,
Dwindling with the strands of hope,

A hope to find out the hidden way to my heart,
I have wandered so far, so long,
Yet I am not even close to your presence,

I may fall blindly into your illusions,
That bereft me of pain and pain, but some more,

Your silhouette puzzles me past these though,
And then again I stroll with the same hope,
A hope of insanity to find you!

You, are my soul mate hidden past these walls,
And I shall meet you on one such crazed end of the maze.
 Mar 2013 Saumya
Eshani
Bharat
 Mar 2013 Saumya
Eshani
My strength, my being, my colour , my pride,
The soil I was born from,

A breath of that nation, I am.

My mother, my family, is this nation,
The successor of a profound civilization,

The sky I fly in, the freedom I spoil in.

The borders that define me,
The states which surround me,

A culture which builds in every word I speak.

I will be born here time and again,
To repay my debts of life and death,

A nation which will store my identity, past time, past life.
 Mar 2013 Saumya
brooke
Hate Party.
 Mar 2013 Saumya
brooke
What is wrong
with talking to
me? Is there something
wrong with me? is there
something wrong with me?


is there something wrong with me?
(c) Brooke Otto

I can just imagine what people say sometimes.
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