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Sourodeep Aug 2015
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When I was small, for me
     you always stood tall
taught me to look for shadows
     on the dead leaves of fall.

In the illusive bends of the road
     you were always my constant landmark
when misguided by night's cold breeze
     your light guided me in the dark

Now, taller buildings surround the place
   the columns support just a perishable lie
but you remain my perpetual pillar throughout
     holding up my life under this vast clouded sky.


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To a ever caring father, by a loving child...
  Aug 2015 Sourodeep
SE Reimer
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where clear blue sky meets water's deep
his sunbeams reach her waves to tease,
to warm her currents, foaming spray;
dawn to dusk when daylight fades,
till only afterglow remains,
an interlude of celestial stage.

he speaks to her on written sky
and in the mournful sea-bird's cry,
wraps sultry ribbons in her tresses,
his fingers linger in caresses,
and in soothing choreography
he gently stirs her ocean's breeze.

he sends her gifts of palm and dates,
wrapped on waves in salty sprays;
watches her with much delight,
he sings to her each eventide,
love songs with the calling gull,
and rocks her tween the gusts and lulls.

wedded at horizon’s edge,
devotion to her he has pledged,
to have forever and to hold,
his comfort to her storm-tossed soul;
his tender kiss on tear-stained cheek,
where clear blue sky meets water's deep.

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post script.

when one gazes
into the vastness
of sea and sky,
of what is from
height to depth
an endless blue,
one cannot but think
of eternal devotion,
of the relationship
between two who have
pledged their forever troth!


as i wonder from what recesses
this one came, i remember…
our 36th wedding anniversary
is fast approaching...
i’ve been thinking of what to gift her
that will make her cry anew.


**thank you to Hello Poetry for
the tremendous honor bestowed
with their designation of this poem as the daily
and to all who have expressed their heartfelt
love and appreciation... your message
came through loud and clear...
there can be no denying it,
i am an incredibly blessed man
because of each of you!  
thank you, truly,
from the bottom of my heart!
Sourodeep Aug 2015
Precious things for which we do care
are not materials, but feelings intangible
so having them makes it even more rare
as it slips from your hands unnoticeable.

The beauty of the cloud is not in its height
the melody of a song cannot be felt with open eyes
we can make buildings with all our might
but it always falls short of the heavenly blue sky.

Love is not defined by a red box having a gold ring
but by the stall of time at the moment so divine
her splendid smile like a swan spreading its wing
her sparkling eyes telling the diamond to shine
  Aug 2015 Sourodeep
Ignatius Hosiana
Well, in the end I love solitude
She's always around when all walk out
I also love my principles and attitude
Friends are friends until I have doubt
I treasure nothing cause its comforting
Having the treasure of nothing to lose
And I embrace goodbye for all ends in departing
So I've learnt to embrace every wound and bruise
It's great being accustomed to melancholy
It's only fair getting used to breaking apart
For every good moment is all but a raging folly
Being sugar coated in the sheath of a sword waiting to cut
Sometimes you just have to love enough to give up
Because after dreaming all you want,you have to wake up
Just a bad day, let down by 2 people I thought were friends
  Aug 2015 Sourodeep
Mallow
Monkeys staring at the eyeballs in our heads
The forced rope ties tighter and pops out the vein
The process takes a moment but no more than a feather being blown
Sun beams now highlight the velvet hour.

Sand castles keep the sand man guarded and safe
In return, we have another day swallowed by the unaccomplished.
Spirited with a medical remedy
Lovers say a happy goodnight to the days ahead.

String haired figurines on the walls form the decor in this doll house
The rooms sit back to back but remain mostly vacant.
She dances around the room and tries on the attire
Forming the platform for our intimate silent exchange.

The chair pulls down and gravity makes its move
Maps form plans to be affiliated with a higher member
But with refusal, we can sit and add wood to an internal stove
Write stories noticed by no-one living in elegant designed routine.

They say its madness that gets you in the end.

*I dont think I agree!
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