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 Sep 2019 Sourodeep
Paddy Martin
The old man sat on a boulder,
overlooking the river of words.
The great stream that flows
into the lake of lyrics and
on to the ocean of verse.

Looking out beyond the river
he could see his beloved garden.
The garden that had given him
inspiration to create the pictures
he painted with the river's  words.

As he looked out he saw
the bees among the flowers.
He watched the birds eat fruit
that grew abundantly on the trees
and gave shade to all the animals.

His gaze came back to the river.
He saw a girl child knitting melodies
from the words of the river.
Though many see the river of words
it is she to whom he gave the secret
of the source of the river.

For it is she who has the power
to weave the words into magic.
It is she who will pass the secret
to her children through the ages.
The old man smiles down upon her,
she is the child of the Ancient Poet.

© 19/12/2009
 Sep 2019 Sourodeep
Sally A Bayan
<3 <3 <3

She enjoys her morning espresso
while he savors his mug of cappuccino

she shapes his dimpled face
in her newly wakened mind
he imagines her big brown eyes
gazing like a buck...inquiring, yet dreamy

she hums a lover's lullaby, for him,
each morning, before leaving,
he lets his charcoal pencil play
on his ever ready sketch pads
draws her face with pixie haircut

they think of each other day and night
always......at the very same time

yet...not a word is said when their eyes
meet...not an effort done, to break the ice
they'd rather keep things within,
their coffee mugs...witnesses,
to their similar daily practices

what a shame...what a waste!

their elbows, their arms touch in haste
as they hurry....towards the quay,
the ferryboat takes long, they both wait
leaving their untold love go by
along with their unsung lullaby...

it happens daily...without fail
their feelings, bubbling as they sail
but...neither has the guts to bare

how could they let life go on this way?
content with just a secret love affair...
<3 <3 <3


Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 5, 2018
...a work of fiction...
 Sep 2019 Sourodeep
Rashmi
खो सी गई हूं कहीं
अपने आप को ज़ाहिर नहीं करना चाहती
पर ज़ाहिर किए जा रही हूं
खुद का संयम जैसे खो सा दिया है
खुद से हि खफा रहती हूं
ऐसा नहीं कि पहले खफा न थी खुद से
पर अब तो कभी दील्फेक,तो कभी उग्र
तो कभी क्या ही  होके घूम रही हूं
समझ रही हूं
ठोकर लग सकती है,इसलिए तो
थोड़ा संभालने की कोशिश भी कर रही हूं
दूसरो का सहारा और लत दोनों
छोड़ने की हीमाकत करती हूं
चलो एक कोशिश ही करती हूं
खुद को सुधारने की
खुद से खुद को मिलाने की
कुछ लोगो कि उम्मीदो पर खड़ा उतरने की
और कुछ की उम्मीद तोड़ने की...
 Sep 2019 Sourodeep
Marie-Lyne
:)
 Sep 2019 Sourodeep
Marie-Lyne
:)
I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer
 Sep 2019 Sourodeep
Traveler
I'm just another
Voice mail..
Unanswered E-mail..
Unheard prayer ..
Whisper on a scream..
Outlaw..
Outcast..
Back burner bygone..
Stumbling block..
For those I was once loved by
And there for
I forgive them
And move forward
Towards a happy ending
I pray you do the same
After all
That's what good people do!
Traveler Tim
Enjoy life and harm no other
Simple Wiccan Creed!!
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