in my new existence, I seem to be seeing the world differently I have rememberings of a time that no longer are there that part of life changed at some point do I want to know when that was do I want to move on with the existing reality I need to not forget I need to stay with eyes wide shut taking in all that is new, with the memories of forgotten eternities allowing myself to welcome in the freshness of new routes
a poem never writes itself, but will guide us. its sinister intent half-mechanical, as if by formula, yet imbued with fresh shock and sound. a word settles on the bones and then another--- another. their emergence rings hollow before unison and rings loudly as a whole. cascading rhythms, parsed onto pen-pricked page, gasping for more and wanting less.
I saw someone special Today morning OK they are daily guests Whom I do Love to welcome! But they create that Joyful music Take away that stagnancy Engulfing me Create moments of Guilty lightness During the long hours Of sitting in the exam hall! The Vedas see in them The manifestations Of our inner self The body ,a bird And the inner,another Watching the other Enjoy fruits of life OK let's come back As a boy,whom I do love to chase And catch O they're but Lovely birds!
They're special everyday I realized that today So much can we learn From what these birds Adorn!
As I fall onto the pile of freshly dried clothes, I can feel the freshness seeping into my skin. The comforting warmth flows through me in the dead of winter. More... and more... and more. I never want to get up.
Deep in slumber these days cannot open my eyes dreaming sometimes of what I do not recall But slumber heals me from within I do not forget when awake but helps me to smile again with a new sign of freshness.
In this life We have love We may not have had The passage of time together The years of naivety Youth or freshness of spirit We have not caressed Our younger bodies Enjoyed the sanctity of being as one When our skin was smoother Our touch was softer Our hearts were open to receiving More congenially A time when we may have Chosen indiscriminately This led us down a road that was Perhaps Right for the time Yet now outgrown ~ The model of love
We have the maturity of mind Still the tenderness of heart Enjoying the ability to cherish That which the Universe brings us We have more complex bodies That savors the relaxed Appeasing, sensuality of love-making Remaining as a priceless work of art Instead of the rushed; less intense Inexperience youth often brings We have each other in what will be The ultimate love of its kind The last known to us in this lifetime Our twilight years, may come and go But we have love that lives on Forever recorded in history The mistakes of the past rewritten Because now, in this life We truly found ~ The model of love
I welcome the breeze From the distant land Brings fresh happiness Lifts the veil of doubt Reveals the inner beauty Many rich aromas unknown Intoxicates the senses Travels through unknown corridors Not even the corners spared Soul breezes along with pleasure Some unknown music notes Hits the heart with marvelous grace Intermingling of two waves Brings harmony and peace I welcome the breeze As I surrender to the weightlessness My soul feels loved and joyous Tears of joy mingles as sweet droplets Floating with the sweet breeze Fresh breeze from afar To which I surrender at will
thinking of times when walking for a mile took you into a different world climbing a hill through clinging underbrush filled you with apprehension of what might be awaiting you beyond the crest
then to slowly open up the pages of a book was always more than just a ritual of escape
the not so casual touch of a girl’s hard breast a boy’s lean hand upon your shoulder sent shudders down your spine of inarticulate hot expectations and brought wild images to you at night in lusting isolation
to keep this core the sense of awe of wonder and excitement alive in you against the waves of many years is not an easy feat yet worth the while
it makes you see when many just walk by life’s gracious beauty of small moments