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 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Sakii
Can
       you
              please
                        turn
           ­                  out
                        the
                 lights
         when
    you
go?
10W
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Red Bergan
The five senses,
Tell us what to feel.
Speak to us by ear.
Seek us out in the dark.
Send aroma's of appeal,
And have us taste,
The sweetest renewal.

These senses tell us were organisms,
Made by who knows what.
They decide how we react,
To the flow of everlasting life..

To hear is to comprehend.
To hear voices,
Is to learn.
When to speak,
And when to listen..

To hear is to love,
The greatest song played.
By engaging in the band,
That dances on stage..

To see is too seek.
The path ahead.
To see the day's pass,
Slowly in threads.

To see is too become attracted,
To the one you may love.
The one you fight for,
The Woman, The Man.

To feel..
To love.
To Hate.

It curses us each day..

Yet it awards in some ways,
To allow you to touch your mate today.
To feel the soft skin,
To soothe your pain..
That is a blessing given,
To those who push away hate.

As you smell,
That Aroma of sweet.
You simply melt,
Your knee's become weak.

From your favorite food,
To natures breeze..
You can be calm by these..


As some scent's are rejected,
You ignore them as seen..
Only your sense of smell,
May be sweet.

From delicacies to die for,
To foods you despise.
Your sense of taste decides..

These senses tell us,
"You Are Unique."
You are different from others,
Who can be weak..

Remember to thank those five,
They save your life each day.
To or to die.
They will not delay..
Thank your senses. Least you should have all five.. Not many people are blessed with these..
We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.
May I be happy.

The world becomes a more hospitable place,
when my heart opens up.
I am happier, when my definition of happiness expands.
I hope someday my expands to infinity.

May I feel safe.

The living center caresses me,
and nurtures me like a nursing mother.
A loving God embraces the core of who I am,
and whispers "I love you."

May my heart open and be free.

My mind's voice becomes quiet and serene,
as it aligns itself  to the gentle rhythm of my heart.
My center is firm and whole,
and embraces infinity.
I worship maps
like conservatives worship the Bible.

The rivers tell of stories and
the borders tell of wars.
The capitals tell of grandeur and
the cemetaries of horrors.
 Mar 2014 Veena Aneev
Poetic T
If we are
one people,
do we ****
a bit of our
selves when
another is
taken, another
soul lost to
the river.
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