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TS Ray Nov 2019
I shall go up north,
as north as I could possibly go,
trekking the wilderness of darkened hue,
to have a little adventure with you.

Shining lights from everywhere,
as dark a sky as it were,
greens and blues of a multi-color fare,
I wish I can be there to enjoy your every flare.

Tiny disturbances can be so magnetic,
causing an atmosphere to become electric,
as far as the elves have been to arctic,
I bet I haven’t seen anything more mystic.

You looked like the wishful green master
that was ready to grant all my wishes, yet
seeing you up close was a
dream that was more than all my wishes fulfilled.

Maybe, you really are that genie from a bottle.  :)
TS. 11/13/2019.
TS Ray Nov 2019
Canopy painted by Mother Earth,
waterfalls flowing down the Görges,
canyons wedged by a
liquid quarry,
dew dropped acres prepared for a pristine  greenery,
Is beauty really in the beholders eye?

A painting on squirrels back,
eye of the peacocks feather,
wavy contours on deers horns, and
eyelashes on a hornbill.
Is beauty really in the beholders eye?

Waves wanting to reach my sand castle,
mountains growing by the cloud cover,
rivers disturbing the rocks and yet gently touching my feet,
trails that make me feel hearty.
Is beauty really in the beholders eye?

Beauty is everywhere,
It’s absolute.
It’s constant.
It’s more than that meets the eye.
TS Ray Nov 2019
It’s a brand new day
shall we celebrate as they say
'tis not just a holiday
Gotta be thankful to someone someday.

Baskets of fruit and food,
stuffings and dressings,
yes it’s that good,
sweet potato and yam sides in all likelihood
for as tasty a gathering,
Come on over, if you are in my neighborhood.

You wonder then,
What are you thankful for?
sun that rises to brighten every turn?
stranger who helps you without expecting anything in return?
Poems that touch you and make you yearn?
Pondering by a pond to live and learn?

There are many moments to be thankful for,
just be with me oh special one,
your magical presence is like the sun,
lets make it our sweet harvest times,
for all good moments under the sun.
TS. 2019.  Thanksgiving reflections.  Happy Thanksgiving Poets :)
TS Ray Dec 2019
Self-belief is the
    best belief,
        God forbid. :)
TS. 2019. Haiku trials.
TS Ray Dec 2019
It was cold night at play,
desert was cooler today,
without you and your illusory overlay,
I would have lost my way.

Are you the lucky seven?
guiding us through the vault of heaven,
to show me where I am heading,
maybe gods have come down through sages for a blessing.

Big bear or a little bear,
great wagon or a saucepan,
summit or bucket,
call it what you like,
be our eternal GPS,
and put on any fancy dress,
I will know universe is my own personal God nonetheless.
TS. 2019. Poetry about Big Dipper constellation. Sky watching.
TS Ray Nov 2019
Tides were turning,
are we going upstream or downstream,
not sure,
are the clouds darkening or clearing up,
not sure of that either.

Can a blind oarsman
steady his ship?
Can a rudderless ship
survive the storm?

Heart’s not a sheet of glass
to be broken by a pebble
thrown by a passerby.
Strength of the muscle is in its wisdom.
Anoint it with intuition.

Losing the knights
may erode a powerhouse, yet
castling the king side,
will build an impenetrable fortress
with lowly pawns.

King will rule.
Kingdom will reign.
Remember.
You are not the only
one on this type of a boat.
Yes, it is about life. Such is life and the unknown future (clouds,
Upstream or downstream, and we all are blind oarsmen) intuition and wisdom as the lowly pawns building our fortress.
Or at least that is the idea!
TS Ray 5d
A breakfast on a train,
packed one as you normally find during a rain,
I had company with me of the kind that entertain,
it was an orchestra that will play again and again.

As I was preparing for my next stop,
noticed a new menace that was taking its hop,
landed on businessman’s nose at a hat’s drop,
his face was on fire as he hurt his nose with a plop.

It had whale of a time and a freehand,
not knowing where this demon would go to land,
unsure what the storm outside had planned,
storm in my teacup became the next landing target for it to stand.

With ears like a giraffe,
It gave everyone a good morning laugh,
I had to empty my water carafe,
to catch this strange yodeler flea on everyone’s behalf.
TS. 2020. Humor entry. Hope you like it.
TS Ray Jan 16
She is like a pristine mirror,
I do not hold anything dearer,
big heart in a vast expanse,
just looking at her leaves me in a trance.

She is like a cookie jar,
the one that you wish on and on,
sending me a trail blazing shooting star,
promising me her special blue smile wherever I have gone.

She is like a calming swan,
when my mind is on a nightly run,
painting many a shape all to my liking and hand drawn,
blue or pink today she still has my imagination begun.

Oh, blue diamond, be that eternal Hope diamond,
and send me those shooting stars so I can move up highland.
TS. 2020. Poetry about the Sky. Hope you like it.
TS Ray Jan 12
It was easy like a Sunday Morning,
I am yet to get out of my bed longing,
Route 66 was still buzzing and calling,
love to send you pictures of hiding sun this morning.

Endless love is when you say,
Baby, I don’t care, let’s stay,
Tracks of my tears will tell you hey,
Wait for me until I’ll take you there faraway.

Memories are made of this you know,
Being all by myself and nothing to show,
Come join the dance with me even if you don’t owe,
I’ll show you purple rain as we dance slow.
TS. 2020. Poem
Based on song titles.
TS Ray Nov 2019
You left me hanging,
I stayed up all night,
wondering what’s in store for our next fortnight
and may be more,
as it wasn’t like this before.

Leaving me on read receipt,
staying online and yet
remaining offline for me,
liking my posts and not
leaving any feedback,
Why is your focus drifting away?

They say internet is amazing,
you tend to believe it gets us closer,
I may like laughing out loud,
I may be rolling on the floor,
but I am old school,
I want to be your real emoji.

Seeing your face,
knowing my place,
moving with you at the same pace,
just meet me anyplace,
But just not only in cyberspace.

Make me your real emoji. :)
TS Ray Dec 2019
Eye for detail,
Eye for beauty,
Beauty in her eyes.

She saw me.
TS. 2019. My first haiku or is it?
TS Ray Nov 2019
Traveling through the woods,
I count one,
I count ten,
I count thousands,
they are the same, yet
they all are different.

Like an artist who
spends a year crafting
a masterpiece of colorful imagery
the picture is gone too soon
all to be carpeted back to earth.

Proud as they are
they will soon come back
in hue, no hue or varied hues
and yet looking mighty and pretty.

Happy as we are
there is always something new to
shed your inhibitions and make anew, and
become your new you;
hue or no hue
It will still be pretty.
TS Ray Oct 2019
On a full moon day, and
On a cold starry night, over
By a meandering river side,
when reflections are your only friend,
It wasn't the moon that was radiant,
rather it was her beautiful glowing face that was in splendor,
because all I could see was her.

Maybe there are no new places to discover,
There are no new lands to conquer,
There are no new ideas to decipher,
There are no new relations to acquire, yet
There is only one thing to admire,
Her words and her soft demeanor, and
I am her fanciful well wisher.
TS Ray Nov 2019
You came out of poetry,
your beauty enumerated by,
syllables of two lengths.
I wish I can write your form.

Arranging an eye catching detail,
you are in every spiraling leaf,
circling in and around its stem.
Are you showing us nature is not random?

You are in daisies” geometry,
even as pine cones are made in symmetry,
nearly completing the pineapples design as though it is rudimentary,
How I miss this visual isometry
Are you saying there is order in chaos?

Mathematics of last sum,
made in addition with previous one,
and one before the last,
is how we simplify you.
Are you showing that beauty lies in simplicity?

Showing how to go from strength to strength,
teaching us learnings are cumulative,
you are my new additive affection,
So, show me more!
TS Ray Nov 2019
Possessed wings,
         but with fear of flight
worried about what others would think
         until I took flight,
and now others didn’t
         matter at that height.
TS. 2019. Contest entry for 'importance of self image'
TS Ray Oct 2019
Among a personality contest of constant comparisons,
What is better - becoming rich or being a king?

In a relationship of frequent heart breaks,
What is better - surviving solitude or sacrificing love?

While living in a globe of constant motion,
What is better - staying still or running to nowhere?

For a word bond built on empty promises,
What is better - not making them or not keeping them?

In navigating a world of race and colors,
What is better - being different or learning to be the same?

For a mindset with no attention span,
What is better - withholding information or being forthcoming?

When adapting to local ways of global cultures,
What is better - losing your uniqueness or changing your tradition?

Alas, when the answer is not that simple,
I say - what is better - writing a poem about it or giving a speech?
TS Ray Dec 2019
I had a globe in my hand,
at an age I couldn’t fully understand,
it was made of rubber,
and could expand,
let it float the creek water,
to play catch on the other side as planned,
alas it floated away before my feet was out of sand.

It was my first terrible loss,
I didn’t know the emotion that I came across,
couldn’t get sleep as I turned and tossed,
blaming and demeaning myself for what I had lost,
at an age when I didn’t know what this pain had cost.

Bright and early the sun beamed,
at a face that felt redeemed,
it was all creek’s fault to have me schemed,
act of nature that took my globe away as it seemed.
quickly moving on not searching for a mossy robe,
focusing instead on finding a new globe.

Denial helped me learn,
living in pain would have me at a point of no return,
I was now on the beach thinking about more important earthly concern.
TS. 2019.  Contest entry - "power of denial and managing pain"
TS Ray Dec 2019
It’s a New Year and a New Decade,
nature, love and much more to be praised,
fresh canvas and new colors it’s going to be framed,
surely, belief in us will paint the way we want it shaped.
TS. 2019.  Happy 2020 - Hello Poetry, family and friends.
TS Ray Dec 2019
I wish I had more time,
maybe slow the seconds on a dime,
double the minutes it’s already daytime,
add few hours to this joint show knowing it’s our prime time.

I have watched her thru pilot season,
grew a bonding even from preseason,
fast forward to now, and grew she did,
walk with me slowly god forbid,
as you are my everything in this unending void.

I thought I wasn’t good enough,
all my instructions and advise I thought were too tough,
yet she knew my acting tough was a bluff.

Amidst all the chatter my mind thinks,
as I wanted to say how I felt,
she wouldn’t let me complete and said jinx.
our walk together was complete,
my mind was ready to binge watch her grow again.
TS. 2019.  Bond between a mother and child from mother's eyes.
TS Ray Oct 2019
I have no costume on
I wear no mask
I see what you see
I hear what you hear

My heart is not a spider web
Nor will it catch you off guard
It ain’t a skeleton in the closet
As you can see what I see

I have no spooky ideas
I have no creepy creations
Maybe I am the abnormal
As my mask is the see through one

Life is not a costume parade
Nor it needs to be one day wonder
It becomes a miracle
When we share what we feel

Say what you feel day in and day out
Until the zombies go out
I will surely see what you see
I will hear what you hear
TS Ray Oct 2019
If you are swimming, breathe first.
If you are swinging, hold firm.
If you are running, sprint harder.
If you are loving, care first, and
If you are caring, tell her I love you.
Random Musings
TS Ray Nov 2019
When you and I spoke,
your voice sang like a violin.
Now, I can hear music.

When you and I met,
your eyes looked hazel colored.
Now, I can see a twinkle.

When you and I posed together,
you always looked better.
Now, you make me smile.

When you and I walked together,
you always took a step ahead.
Now, you are always by my side.

When you and I miss each other,
you always made me want to meet you again.
Now, you are around me even when you are not.
TS Ray Nov 2019
Writing a chapter full on mystery,
with a few needed twists and turns,
like a fresh rose out of many thorns,
it is my own self that I need to lock horns.

Describing you in detail,
to walk through your life trail,
doesn’t matter if my love for you was frail,
all I need to do is set sail.

Wish I had your vocabulary,
I know my wisdom about you is temporary,
I love to make it our new dictionary,
for when you search for me,
you will always find me even if I was imaginary.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Nov 2019
I meet you daily at a train station around St. Cook’s,
today you wore that weary traveler look,
struggling to carry a backpack by its slender hook,
looking through a corner of my eye that you may have mistook.

Finding a seat by the window,
standing in front as I could see only your shadow,
offering to give you my place as though I did owe,
smiling almost to yourself,
yet choosing to forego.

Your name must have been the sky,
as your eyes were as blue,
just as the ocean reflecting the sky,
meeting you by chance and I don’t know why,
sadness in your eyes is not something I could allay,
load off your shoulder is all I could take away,
can’t do nothing more than wonder and pray.

Someday I will know you more on your journey faraway,
on this non-stop ride we choose to be on everyday.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Jan 3
I must be honest right now,
You do not know what I know,
You haven’t come from the same place as I did though,
You have ages to catch up to what I must show,
Yes, my superior mind always worked in comparison to others and it won’t slow.
I wonder what would make me feel good about myself if I was in an island,
and I didn’t know.

Meandering and zigzagged, they were all over the place,
I tried to search for them for I wanted to search it at my own pace,
a cruise took me over to the horizon but those lines I couldn’t retrace,
flying above ground high up in the sky and yet not a trace.
I wonder if the lines would ever go away in our minds,
and I didn’t know.

Oh, my half-baked knowledgeable mind,
maybe you know everything,
and you can teach me.
TS. 2019. Knowledge is really additive - and if we know that - we wouldn't make enemies, but alas that is not the case I guess. Hope you like it
TS Ray Dec 2019
Springing like a fawn,
running like a bull,
haunting like an owl,
It shows a different side of me.

When it centers me in a desert,
it springs up like an oasis.
When it is in a flood of deluge,
it gives me a lifeboat to rescue.
When it moves me into isolation,
it shows me prairies of emotion.

When I move into clear waters,
it shows me a reflection,
even I can’t recognize.
Everyone else seems to know me,
except me until I realize.

Maybe they have been there
already I surmise.
Once I have run out of ideas,
it shows me another world.
Now, who would imagine
even I could be there?
TS. 2019. imagining imagination :)
TS Ray Dec 2019
There was once a world,
It was filled with turmoil and burned,
sure wasn’t pretty from what I’ve heard,
until the humans arrived as a timely herd.

Building many a wooden castle,
hunting and gathering for a borderless travel,
toiling and tilling for the prize of a cattle,
sweating and smelting for they were worthy of a muscle.
When they grew food, the world breathed happy.

Three pounds of a brainy miracle,
launching many civilizations in a circle,
getting a man on the moon by flying like an eagle,
When they sought new future, the world dazzled in their presence.

I find this tribe is starting to drift,
causing many a rift,
perhaps going back to their roots of borderless travel and mutual admiration,
may become their ultimate gift.
Oh, wait I am part of them,
let me be that human today.
The world can look pretty like before.
TS. 2019. Meliorism - idea that world can be made better by human effort. Took that as the main cue to elaborate my thoughts. Let me know how it reads
TS Ray Nov 2019
I've been unicyclist before,
balancing myself on a tight rope,
juggling to perform when losing hope,
oh wait, its not my new slippery *****.

Can I wear a mask?
take the clown to task,
you needn't ask,
the smile will wear on
despite a tearing cask.

I don't need a ringmaster,
I keep my own show,
magically will pull through,
'tis true there is nothing that you owe,
except maybe a friendly hello.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Oct 2019
When the light leads its way,
When the shine glides in a sway,
When the fireworks shows its play,
Your smile makes my day.

When the clouds gather around, and
when the sun does a merry go round,
When the darkness disappears in a turnaround,
Your laughter makes me spellbound.

When the words make you feel,
When the mind spins a wheel,
When the stories have an appeal,
You and being you is the real deal. :)
TS Ray Nov 2019
Dancing in a circular motion,
I can see you until the horizon.

Transmitting energies all through,
on a wonder of a liquid bright blue,
I can feel it on my feet as you turn into,
that mighty current not relenting even if I talk you into.

Just as you pull me into you,
I may stay put or swim towards you,
for no matter where you go,
coming back to me again is why I say thank you.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Nov 2019
I pose for you
from a broken armchair
at a crowded fair
crying for freedom,
Is that rare?
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Nov 2019
I stay in vigil,
we won’t go in peril,
scraping the bottom of the barrel,
I am ready for a planet saving quarrel.

Sprinting to be a warrior,
making my name glorious,
showing other girls who like to be zealous,
not for them to be undone or imagining only men can be this audacious.

I possess a mighty orb of the blue kind,
don’t under estimate or not keep in mind,
my powers were always for the entire mankind,
not a concern if men weren’t always inclined.

Just know equality is here,
as I step up,
so it will rise to follow up,
“Cos I need no approval,
taking power in my own hands,
needless to say it’s only time for grand plans,
only sharing my wisdom to let men execute my commands.

So, mankind, make us shine! :)
TS. 2019. Women empowerment - contest - warrior - beliefs.
TS Ray Nov 2019
Words were spoken,
yet, emotions were left unsaid.

Gifts were exchanged,
yet, happiness was never shared.

Canvas had been prepared.
yet, colors hardly registered.

Thoughts had surfaced.
yet, ideas were left uncovered.

Songs were created,
yet, music had not been premiered.

Winds were blowing.
yet, leaves had not been cleared.

Sunshine was warming up.
yet, cold never left my feet.

Learnings had started.
surely, knowing this was bittersweet.

Loneliness had crept in.
surely, dreams were all where I meet.

Her.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Dec 2019
Lost out at sea on my only boat,
in my panic I went and lost its only oar,
now I needed a way to get to shore,
oh, by the way, it’s not that I have been here before.

I have been to the beach even as a child,
sea she has always been kind and mild,
waves it seemed to me played with me and smiled,
seashore had my imagination run wild.

Rough conditions and a rudderless boat,
only love for the sea and no one else to see,
telling myself I will reach this shore it’s easy,
praying I will soon do something gutsy.

I haven’t seen a mermaid,
but she was right there for my aid,
guiding me like a beacon that was putting on a parade,
her fins were as pretty even when they swayed.

The night must have passed,
Sun hit my face and the sea was vast,
I woke up wondering why I was not at the shore,
my mermaid was with me I swore,
the lady yelled “are you okay” like a roar,
Her badge said she was from the Marine Corps.

I had seen my Mermaid.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Nov 2019
Parading a galaxy of stars,
you are the shining way to our future.
And if you were born today,
I wouldn’t be present here.

You crave a good center of attraction,
giving the mighty sun a corner of your attention.
Hazy band of light is how we see you,
even as you pack a full stream of illumination.
Will you shine a bit more on us?

Sweeping through the dark ages,
you are that marvel of creation.
Or was it design by evolution,
a masterful coincidence of mind blowing proportion.
Will you share with us?

You conceal your true strength in dark matter,
as old as universe when it was in tatters.
Maybe you have the story of the Big Bang
stored in your matter,
for it to be revealed in a beautiful glitter.

Will you reveal to us?
For Earth is where you are famous.
TS Ray Jan 11
Once upon a time there lived this
  monk,
    who traveled far,
       and renounced everything,
           until he came to Vegas.
TS. 2020.  Contest entry.
TS Ray Nov 2019
You maybe several miles away,
yet you put on a glorious display,
today your shine has left out all of your gray,
Do you still believe in Earth”s play?

Theia is no more in your face,
you have sped along in a sprightly pace,
never have I doubted your case,
for debris is not how you could’ve came in place.

Hide and seek on one side is how you play,
waxing and waning as you gently sway,
love to hold you in my thumb to keep you at bay,
even a child doesn’t believe in my magic anyway.

Oceans swell with pride at your beauty,
brightening skies with art full of bounty,
twinkling a lot more today to reveal aplenty,
possibly inviting us to visit you with a certainty.

Some day! :)
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Oct 2019
Far away in a stately kingdom of normal people,
when two minds met in the meadows of principle,
while breathing air let out sounds of fipple,
it wasn't scientific to analyze in multiple.
Even questioning purpose was debatable,
By applying logical reasoning as valuable,
Became clear that staying the course was truly cherishable.
TS Ray Nov 2019
Streaks of orange and golden pageantry,
like a chariot driven by cavalry,
in an orb made of opulent armory,
delighting everyone with your supreme scenery.

Uniquely made with fire and fury,
reaching us in eight minutes of undue hurry,
can’t get me out of bed this early, even
as your warmth is as pleasant as poetry.

Adorning the blue sky with white colored pastels,
seeking adoration for you by those blooming sunflower petals,
wake me up inside so I can draw you a mural,
maybe beam me up a vast canvas,
so I can paint one as splendidly supernatural.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Nov 2019
Flying without abandon,
spinning a spider web, or
saving the day by coming out at nights,
it”s not my powers to be.

I keep no magic secrets,
I drink no miracle potions,
I have no alter egos,
I own no extra fittings.
I just believe.
Just like you believe.

Being your own super hero,
telling your own heroic tales,
crafting your own wins from odds,
no trip to Gotham City is needed for that.

Knowing your intuition,
trusting your gut,
feeling a pinch,
holding to clinch,
the pearl of an oyster
from the deep blue life,
it’s what my force will be.

So, how deep is your oyster at? :)
TS Ray Jan 4
Picture on the wall,
either mighty or small,
when your passion is on call,
go get it and give it your all.
TS. 2020. Practicing brevity. Hope you like it.
TS Ray Nov 2019
Early morning of an Indian summer,
to hear the pitter-patter of a newbie rock ‘n’ roll drummer,
still music to ears right out of slumber,
just close your eyes and pick your magic number.

For the droplets maybe bringing,
new messages for a worrying mind,
to hold them in a bottle to remind
the force behind the tiny droplets when combined.

Gone are the days of longing to be drenched,
the thirst for beauty has been quenched
moods of creation has in it totally entrenched
tiny sparkles that have those tiny droplets clenched.

Count those wishes,
earth is giving out riches,
just observing those tiny droplets,
will pull imagination like conjuring new puzzle pieces.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Nov 2019
You wear my blemishes
you own my flourishes
you bear my pains
you clear my stains
Why do you let me reflect?

Smiling at a whim
speaking to yourself,
shining light within,
sowing happiness around.
Why do you show me what’s real?

Reflection is realization,
realization is beyond imagination,
imagination is always in the presentation, yet
being present now is the true gratification.
Why do you make me think about what’s true?

Oh, mirror - you are not only a reflection
you are a true revelation.
I want to be the person on the mirror.
So, show me how!
TS Ray Nov 2019
If he was with the Queen,
he would be her majestic Cleveland Bay.
But he was with me and
just as regal.

Knowing where to go,
speeding through the meadows in a flow,
judging when to stop with a whoa,
appearing to satisfy my ego,
jumping around the ponds and puddles to forego,
there was no turning or needing to go slow.

I didn’t have to tell him,
he didn’t have to ask me,
I wasn’t heavy for him,
He had a lightness around him.

He wandered,
pondered and
shouldered.
He just did.

Riding for a lifetime,
bonding for a good time,
just know it’s not summertime,
Cos my whitehorse
will be here in no time.

Come, run with me!
TS Ray Nov 2019
For a fairy tale ending,
Scarlettsville would be a good beginning.
a quant little town,
With no more than few hundred living,
I can sit there by the lake all day writing.

She passed me by the book store,
I knew I had to take my pen to tour,
if I were to describe her haute couture,
going to places with her of which I was unsure.

Writing needs no inspiration,
Be it igniting or inviting, just
lighting it thru my own creation,
surely, expecting to return to Scarlettsville, forever my new fairy tale fixation.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Oct 2019
Sing for me, oh wind chime!

Winds are blowing from north to south,
Skies are darkening from up above,
Rains are showering over a white robe, and
the globe is dancing with a mild glow.

So sing for me, oh wind chime!

Blue jays are pecking at an oak tree,
Spinning around squirrels who are as carefree,
Unaware of a herd of deer roaming free,
their intelligence only bettered by their calling soiree.

So sing for me, oh wind chime!

Even as the prairie of a backyard is so beautiful,
when winds are so peaceful,
flowing the dandelions along plentiful,
depositing themselves on young ones a handful.

So sing for me, oh wind chime!
TS Ray Jan 11
I had an addiction,
every word had a new connection,
reading left me with a daily fascination,
even helped me look beyond my own reflection.

I had an addiction,
every sip showed me what was perfection,
Earl Grey or English it was my much needed predilection,
even helped me imagine by recollection.

I had an addiction - maybe I have already said,
sleep it seems came only when I read,
dancing words in my half spinning head,
who knew tea could bring new thoughts when old ideas fled.

They say storms even brewed in a tea cup,
my mind was always brewing when staying up,
tea it seems calmed me and yet charged it up,
go write more books for I will have my secret potion to hold my head up.
TS. 2020. Poetry about tea and reading.
TS Ray Oct 2019
Starry starry night
Just when I look up the sky
Just when I peer into your eyes
Why do you make me blush all blue?
Is it cos of my heart so true?
When it’s melting you have no clue
Got to ride the boat through the dew
Onto the horizon until I see you.
First One
TS Ray Nov 2019
I haven’t been to the stars,
I count my blessings with you.

I haven’t been to the moon,
I see my light of love in you.

I haven’t been to the Opera.
I can hear a perfect pitch thru you.

I haven’t reached Mt Everest.
I am on top of the world with you.

I haven’t done many things.
Except my single minded devotion for you.
TS. 2019.
TS Ray Nov 2019
Driving by the beautiful woods,
I see them every night.
Standing tall and peaceful words at last,
its truly a poignant sight.

I think to myself,
all through the night.
what would mine say?
perhaps a few words of righteous might?

When the time comes,
need I let the world know?
or as the time flies,
do I let the world know me?

Flying like a butterfly,
Spreading your wings willfully,
Shining through your smile truthfully,
Speaking a few niceties naturally, and
Building paragraphs of legacy.
Surely, Epitaph will be no new fancy,
and written for you in permanency.
Not in a stone but in the hearts,
you touched in regular frequency.

I think to myself,
all through the night.
Why then,
should it say anything?
I suppose, its neither wrong nor right.
TS. 2019.
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