I have trod lands of hazel glaze that called themselves lovers of Sun and Moon
From their lips of coral grove I stole thousand vices, two thousand sorrows and three thousand whishes and planted them mingled with pink seeds of tamarisk beneath the august cliffs and hollow of Parnassus
And they blossomed and ripened of grown fruit with merriment which overlept Serenity
And lily - like Pain reached for sweetness whom she bore and at touch worlds drew at peace
He has tread his path alone
He will tread his path alone
You know he hates name and fame
He wishes to remain unknown
For You too are Unknown
He wishes to go towards You
Please don't stop his heartbeats at this juncture
He wishes to fulfill his some important responsibilities
Later if You willed he wishes to be a wanderer
Moving across lands and oceans
You know he doesn't even wish to put the burden of his death on anyone
He just wishes to get lost and vanished in unknown trails to be one with You
You the UNKNOWN
Hunting in exotic lands
Today we made an encounter
To never go home she cheerfully vowed
To never ever think of her children's athirstness
To deprive them life and never send anything
To replace them with foreign fruits of her never tiring womb
She has decided to make her legs
'her' source of provisions......
I just met a fellow Zimbabwean today who left her children back at home with hunger and now she is not even concerned drinking and having fun with men in Lesotho...is that fair? WHAT'S YOUR TAKE ON THIS?
We were two distinct lands divided by light
in my forests slept a cold penumbra
in your savannahs shone the blazing sun.
Above me, the great zone of sky
Where wonder and darkness forever hide
In her a sad and lonely guise
So blue, so kind,
a lasting cry.
I visited the same beach,
The beach of our sobriety,
It's there in my memories.
I touched & felt there the sands of time,
The time that we spent in togetherness,
It's a time in that recycle bin of the past.
I shall forget you forever, soon,
This tide of time will help me,
It's going to immerse that sand castle.
I let my ship find her angel,
The angel of my dreams,
It's not long before I touch her.
I see myself visiting her lands,
The lands of beauty and Bihu,
It's just that I realized ships must sail on.
My HP Poem #1738
i wouldn't think
of getting lost
are a getaway
where i find myself.
to lj, your eyes are second home; a place i'd forever be a tourist in.
My hands pull
the horizon down
charting lands unexplored
by my eyes
the horizon tossed
to the floor
the world has
never looked this
I have charted
many similar maps
But none of
those I wanted
to get lost
but now I
don't care if
I forever stay
I stare into
those celestial constellations
and study the
stories they tell
worship the fire
that now ignites
the hearth within
this ramshackle skeleton
The billowing winds,
Of the oceans,
traversing the lands,
Across the moors,
Through the fields,
Moving to the cities,
To graze a face,
Of a man meandering to his car,
To rush off to work,
The winds trying to tell him,
Something he forgot long ago.