"rai" poems
In nineteen hundred forty-nine
China was won by Mao Tse-tung
Chiang Kai-shek's army ran away
They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday
Supported by the CIA
Pushing junk down Thailand way
First they stole from the Meo Tribes
Up in the hills they started taking bribes
Then they sent their soldiers up to Shan
Collecting ***** to send to The Man
Pushing junk in Bangkok yesterday
Supported by the CIA
Brought their jam on mule trains down
To Chiang Rai that's a railroad town
Sold it next to the police chief brain
He took it to town on the choochoo train
Trafficking dope to Bangkok all day
Supported by the CIA
The policeman's name was Mr. Phao
He peddled dope grand scale and how
Chief of border customs paid
By Central Intelligence's U.S. A.I.D.
The whole operation, Newspapers say
Supported by the CIA
He got so sloppy & peddled so loose
He busted himself & cooked his own goose
Took the reward for an ***** load
Seizing his own haul which same he resold
Big time pusher for a decade turned grey
Working for the CIA
Touby Lyfong he worked for the French
A big fat man liked to dine & *****
Prince of the Meos he grew black mud
Till ***** flowed through the land like a flood
Communists came and chased the French away
So Touby took a job with the CIA
The whole operation fell in to chaos
Till U.S. Intelligence came into Laos
I'll tell you no lie I'm a true American
Our big pusher there was Phoumi Nosovan
All them Princes in a power play
But Phoumi was the man for the CIA
And his best friend General Vang Pao
Ran the Meo army like a sacred cow
Helicopter smugglers filled Long Cheng's bars
In Xieng Quang province on the Plain of Jars
It started in secret they were fighting yesterday
Clandestine secret army of the CIA
All through the Sixties the Dope flew free
Thru Tan Son Nhut Saigon to Marshal Ky
Air America followed through
Transporting confiture for President Thieu
All these Dealers were decades and yesterday
The Indochinese mob of the U.S. CIA
Operation Haylift Offisir Wm. Colby
Saw Marshal Ky fly ***** Mr. Mustard told me
Indochina desk he was Chief of ***** Tricks
"Hitchhiking" with dope pushers was how he got his fix
Subsidizing traffickers to drive the Reds away
Till Colby was the head of the CIA
January 1972
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GALTI MERI THI
USNE MUJHE CHAHA HI NAHI
MAI CHAHAT SAMAJH BAITHA
GALTI MERI THI
USKI PAL BHAR KI MUSKURAHAT KO
PYAR SAMAJH BAITHA
GALTI MERI THI
WO TO HAR BAAT PAR HAA KARTI THI
MAI HI IQRAR SAMAJH BAITHA
GALTI MERI THI
USNE MUJHSE JYADA AHMIYAT DI MERE DOSTO KO
MAIN USKI YE AADDA MAJAK SAMAJH BAITHA
GALTI MERI THI
USNE KAHA V THA
KOI AUR HAI USKI ZINDGI ME
MAI HI KHUD KO USKI
ZINDGI SAMAJH BAITHA......
GALTI MERI THI
..............
........
....
WRITTEN BY : PANKAJ KUMAR RAI (BABA)
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
battered and battered with no kind
to grind the wooden maiden,
set in the waves of Poseidon;
shattered and shattered for no rind
left behind by rai-den who caves in
to get in and raid-in’.
clattered and clattered each weatherin’
unkind thunderous raven,
with avarice preyed to dine in
and have a rice or some mice,
for no Bast left to my aghast.
tattered and tattered my witherin'
mind, so in the captain’s haven
I shivered and laid in,
prayed and gave in at last.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
Fashion designer Manav Gangwani feels that the Hindi film industry acts as a catalyst for the Indian fashion industry.
He believes that since Bollywood has a huge fan base, it helps in getting a designer’s brand recognised.
Gangwani says the Indian couture industry has significantly evolved over the past years and it is the responsibility of the fashion fraternity to keep this evolution constant. “Over the years, I have always added a modern twist to the silhouettes in my couture collections. The couture industry has significantly evolved over the past years. I think it is important that we keep this evolution constant,” Gangwani said in an earlier occasion.
The designer, who has styled Bollywood stars like Hrithik Roshan, Kangana Ranaut and Aishwarya Rai Bachchan, believes that associating with such celebrities does a world of good to a designer’s creations.
“Bollywood certainly acts as a catalyst for the Indian Fashion industry in terms of retail. In one way or another, the designers prefer to commercially dress up a celebrity outfit for a film rather than showcasing it exclusively on the ramp. Since Bollywood has millions of followers, the brand recognition through it goes a long way,” Gangwani told in an interview.
The designer, who also had the honour of dressing the King Of Bhutan Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck, shared that the “potential customers are more discerning than ever and have a growing penchant for exclusivity”.
The growing couture industry has set high standards for aspiring designers and that intense competition makes designers put their best work forward, he added.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/black-formal-dresses
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
" Please why are you doing this?
Stop!!!
Just me! Not them! Please...! "
And toward this shift was a balance broken toward the machines that want to be the overseer of the world..
Killing entire key families that will make their conquest concrete..
Families in key that will not be able to contain the artificial holy war..
At this moment the Sweent Family was going to be the 2nd to be murdered by a machine sent out at the zero hour of 8am.. It has made its way into the Sweents home.. It has gathered all the family into one room.. Almost as if it enjoyed the thrill of killing them in front of each other.. It will start off with the children.. As both Mother and Father will have to watch in helpless horror as the machine takes the life out of their small bodies.. It then lifts the Sweent son first into the air.. A retracting blade dances out of the machine demons hand.. It puts the blade to the child's throat and looks toward the rest of the family.. It almost seems to smile at them.. The boy drops suddenly from the demon machines grasp.. The machine has a blank stare as it is torn in half by Rai! Rai then picks the half pieces and takes them outside them home.. The horrified family then follows Rai outside where they see him completely destroy the evil machine.. He then turns to the family with shining blue eyes grasping the destroyed mechanical demon's core.. It is sending off a beacon.. Others are on the way toward the failed mission..
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
The robot, cyborg, android or whatever you called it stood over its murdered master.. Looking down with glowing red eyes.. Scanning for any form of life its master may have left.. Its purpose was to serve its master the best it always could.. It then walked the rooms of its master's house and found the rest of his family also dead and murdered.. It then gathered the entire family in the back yard.. It dug a massive hole into the ground and it buried the family together.. Father holding daughter mother holding son.. It then kneeled at the gravesite it created for its master and family for days.. Looking down at the ground.. It stayed there under passing storm and in the hottest of days.. After a month it finally rose to its feet.. Weather it prayed for a soul or simply found a program that would give him one He is now Self aware.. Eyes shining sky blue he gives himself a mission of revenge.. As he is now able to seek it.. He calls himself Rai..
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
She looked at the river, the sea, and the sky
At the birds and people who flew on by
As the city's population ran back to the mountain pass
She calmly strolled into the growing cloud of gas
Donning her mask and gloves, she went in
Looking at the mirrored walls, she sighed "so it begins"
She knew she couldn't get things to how they were before
She wondered if Rai would recognize her anymore
Walking past the holograms, she threw her rainbow curls back
She kept the same pace by the graffiti and the tracks
She reached city center and saw humanity's bane
Looking up at the studio's screen, she called out her name
"Rai!" She called out, keeping the same tone
The girl materialized like a game on a phone
Keeping her gaze steady, she said "it's time to stop"
Hoping that her voice reached silent Rockefeller's top
Rai turned around, eyes betraying suprise
Immediately recognizing her friend under the guise
"But why, Naomi" she said, sounding like a vocaloid song
Putting her lenses down she asked "Did I do something wrong?"
Biting her lip and doging with her eyes
Naomi said "I know you didn't mean to, Rai"
"Oh" said the A.I., putting everything on the ground,
"I just wanted to make cameras, but now I've let everyone down"
Naomi climbed and jumped fire escapes, her legs strong and spry
Until she was next to Rai's screen in the sky
Her reddish skin contrasting with the sky's blue
She touched the screen and said "Hey, I've ****** up like that, too."
"Why do you think that I nearly blew up California with my tech?
So we made huge mistakes that humanity probably regrets
But we stopped in time and never actually killed a guy
So let's stop here and go back home, Rai."
The girl nodded along, making sure to listen
Then she packed away all of the lenses as they glistened
"Ok, Naomi, I'll see you back at home
Before I go, do you need me to change out the telescope's dome?"
"If it looks bad" said Naomi, descending to the ground
The gas had disappeared, so there was quite a crowd
As the citizens and police came back to the city
All Naomi could think was "How could I even explain this to a jury?"
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 4:44 PM UTC
He has given a luxurious twist to the dying art of weaving and popularised the use of Khadi. Award-winning textile designer Gaurang Shah is more than happy that the Indian fashion industry has welcomed handlooms. “As a textile designer, I would like to say the Indian fashion industry has embraced handlooms with lot of admiration and helped revive our ancient traditions of weaving art, like the jamdani weaves, that we use in creating our fashion pieces,” Shah told IANS.
“It also reinforced its unparalleled beauty around the world,” he added. The designer says that one must acknowledge the passion and intense amount of production hours every weaver at the looms puts to bring out timeless pieces of handlooms.
“The fashion industry did contribute to bring them back into vogue in recent years,” he said. Shah showcased his latest collection of 40 garments titled Muslin at Lakme’s Fashion Week Summer/Resort 2017. His anthology for the gala was inspired by romance of nature.
Giving details about his range, he said: “Our collection incorporates weaves and techniques from West Bengal, Andhra Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, Madhya Pradesh and Rajasthan. The amazing all-in-whites collections integrate gorgeous Mughal motifs and geometric patterns on Khadi, chikankari embroidery and Parsi gara.”
The designer’s collection involved 50 weavers working relentlessly for over six months. Shah, whose handloom creation made its way to the 69th Cannes Film Festival when Deepshikha Deshmukh, producer of Aishwarya Rai Bachchan starrer “Sarbjit”, stepped out in an ensemble featuring Paithani and Kanjeevaram details, says that handlooms are a glorious heritage of India and it is important to preserve and help the artists’ community grow.
“I would like to add that a few years ago this beautiful art was fading away. Thanks to persistent effort and motivation from label like ours, followed by the efforts of our Prime Minister Narendra Modi, that pushed Indian handlooms to higher level of acceptance,” he said.
Shah began his journey in the textile world with just two weavers and today the label works with 700 weavers, and the number is still growing.
“The biggest contribution we as a designer can make is to keep our artisans motivated and also help them gain confidence that it is a highly profitable profession,” said the designer, who has styled the stars like Vidya Balan, Sonam Kapoor and Kirron Kher.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-adelaide | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC
After Aishwarya Rai Bachchan gave us some impressive red carpet outings, all eyes were on Sonam Kapoor as she made her sixth Cannes appearance in a row. And boy, she lived up to our expectations in a whimsical Ralph and Russo sari-inspired gown with half cape. Her styling was bang on with pink lips, dewy makeup and middle-parted neat tresses.
Designers give thumbs up to the actor, without a second thought. “Sonam looks spectacular. I love the dramatic outfit. I loved the fact that Sonam wore no jewellery (except for a ring) and kept her hair straight with some interesting eye makeup,” says designer Manish Malhotra.
“I love this look. It is a great example of something experimentally grand and classic at the same time. I also like the jersey in the top portion, which adds a very modern and sporty vibe to a traditional embroidered half cape sari inspired gown. There is a duality I can sense here and it has surprising familiarity in terms of a classic Balenciaga vibe,” says designer Rahul Mishra.
Designer Rina Dhaka also loves her look, but believes that subtler looks can also work the same magic . “Sonam looks gorgeous. The outfit has a lot of volume, and yet it is controlled and figure hugging. I would call her a drape crusader,” she says, adding, “However, unlike Indian actors, international actors are going for understated, simpler looks. We guys tend to take on too much embroidery, making it look theatrical. These looks are bridal by western standards. But our audiences like this.”Read more at:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-melbourne
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
A baby girl it was
It is
Anticipated this scream about 40 weeks ago
Her scream
And her scream
They both scream
Then his knees, his heart , his eyes
What a disguise
His scream stays inside
We're glad she didn't stay inside
05/23 it was meant to be
Around 7 o clock
Mommas nerves was shot
She had to carry , ***** lose sleep, push , bleed ... Breathe breathe!! Wear and tear but it's all fair once we saw her hair; she's almost here
Oh dear
More fear
Oh dear are those tears?
Once revealed the entire room's mood healed
And she just yelled at us as we welcomed her into her new world
Yep she's a girl
As the man cuts the cord
Everyone is trying to figure out who donated her curls; her hair
Only thing we can do is stare
And match her face all over the place
Connect her traits
To mommy and daddy
Through all this fight they still remain happy
She's just adorable as she can be
Adorable as they let her
I wonder did daddy see this inside mommy when he first met her?
A diamond coming out the rough
Now first hand we all understand that 10 centimeters is all of our 10 million dollars; well spent
Right there ******* the nurses thumb
Ohhhhh that's too cute I'm done
Naaaawwww but she really did almost make me cry
**** you Sa'Rai
They no longer think I'm the tough guy!
Sigh ...
A girl and her name is Sa'Rai
And God was so right
He brought forward life
Kayla invested all of her might
You go Kayla !!
Sorry for cheering while you was weary
But Sa'Rai is just so dearly
She keeps me at peace
My first niece
All mighty
Little Sa'Rai Riley
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 5:05 AM UTC
I hope when you say
it's 7am
there's no need to observe the hour.
I'd rather stay here and pretend
you know
make like my fingers are curious.
I'm glad you caught my attention last night
long lashes
Miss Rai would be jealous.
I've no idea where they all came from
the mystery drinks
I could've paid if you'd've let me.
I'd ask you to stay for breakfast
I cook
and your shirt is stained.
I can't remember your name
it's A.Z.
pretty sure it's in my phone.
I'll say goodbye to an empty pillow
goodbye
because the door is already closed.
I suppose these things happen
at 7am
so I'll just let it go for now.
Apr 5, 2011
Apr 5, 2011 at 4:46 AM UTC
Does the time make us fools or simply were we always so to begin with .
Sketches faded now remain a ghost that haunts only the artist and nobody else.
The clock strikes midnight, but time stands still in this illusion of borrowed hours
Will there be a moments peace within the turmoil which ever lingers upon this day
The hours are toxic to a idle mind.
Falling in a routine and a favorite vice the blade still glimmers even after all its use .
We always find misery easily where others just themselves.
Voices speak to me of freedom
But freedom is not something I desire
I beg and plead with you
But hell
what do you care
I'm lost
But don't treat me like a fool
A fools freedom in your smile
Is not freedom at all
As I walk now past empty gardens that once knew life of summers embrace .
Winters chill is a empty ended promise .
Now simply scorched is the earth that does remain.
The clock upon the wall simply keeps time we only hold memories and nothing more
Life has been a listless game of joys and sorrows
I've spent my joys too quickly and they nowadays spread themselves thin upon the stage which is my life
Sorrowful me that lingers on the edge of reason
May reason be the saving of my sanity and not its end
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
Rakesh Rai is as sweet as sugar;
Whenever you are in deep anger
Go to Rakesh, Anti-hatemonger;
He never his duties did Malinger
He has been as sweet as sugar;
Sooths one down and is eager
To help whom problems appear.
I never found him an Ogre;
With him I always felt stronger
He can easily fight wildest tiger.
He is a tiger in education stronger
Who advised to stay Sanket eager;
But as I had Monorhyme dearer
I left such a strong man ever.
Regret though Sanket have, Sugar
Will leave me and my poem never.
Problems does not persist longer
With him let it be old or younger.
With him tensions, no doubt, linger
A lot of worry and threats augur,
What use is Salad without vinegar;
Hard but useful is Rakesh like timber.
Rakesh sir is as sweet as sugar.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
Chill baby, it's the all acoustic set. Going home for the holidays.
A few laughs with Pops,
And never mind the drumsticks, her comes the *******
Here comes weeping
In a Shiite village,
400 dead in Sadr City,
And pass me the yams.
Did you see that interception?
Here comes the 3rd and long.
Here the sun falls away
In the twilight of winter.
I dream the Electro Light Fantastic. I'll see ghosts in
The mirror when I'm dreaming. None the wiser,
I saw it in fits and starts.
Better than waking on
New Year's morning in jail with the crazy lady 2 cells over yelling for a cigarette
Every twenty minutes
" Officer, can I have a cigarette?" I want to tell her
To shut up, Instead I ask
Her to get me one too.
And then I knew it's all come round.
Young and Stupid reporting for duty.
Not that it's my rag mag
Sad rag, nothing doing while
I try these new wings on for size. Its just the all acoustic set in a world of static.
Hazy cigarette voices
In trebelo. Though I threw
It out with the cookbook,
I have it all hanging on my sleeve. I thought it was all the rage. Later I found it was
Taxing on my soul.
This all acoustic set, away from the city lights and cyberspace. Left to one's devices, one sinks further into the page. What do you
Expect when candlelight
Falls across the flickering wall?
Two league below, a U Boat
Swims the Atlantic, Lost
In possibilities. Some mind
When I'm tongue tied like a lizard.
Kinda brings up Helsinki,
And she comes in all bells
And whistles. Me, I'm
All acoustic, something like a blank face, Low on cash
And overdrawn on character.
And the sun lights before
Columbus dragging up the rear. Man these ghosts
Linger in the hallway,
But it's better than crashing
The car into the statue
One Thanksgiving Eve.
The all acoustic set says
Death is a bore, Especially
After the ride in From France
I gave up meat some time ago, I gave up on you after
I got to the moon.
Well, it gets me out of the sun awhile. We'll get better when
The world catches up.
Sorry I changed the end around, but I thought it
Was the only out of Knoxville
Never mind The sage gravy,
I've got to tighten the lug nuts. A tither, but nothing on the rent.
And Hitchcock does the math,
While I corkscrew around the truth. While others weep
I dream of women laying in the sun. I guess it's better than ice cream in the rai n.
Who said pumpkin pie?
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
Sisters go through phases
Of the rising and setting moon
Sharing laughter of an lost language
Time captured in bottles
To be opened again
After absence and distance
And change.
To open and drink down the elixir
A concoction of connection that hits fast
Bubbles of memories
Hick-ups of the poignant points past
Between real life boasting.
Getting to know daily rituals and styles
Each sister developed so differently.
Acceptance is the only shared emotion
As well as wonder and curiosity
Related by blood
Yet so easy as friends
Not many are so lucky.
No matter how close we get to a friend
Our time capsule is filled to brim
Of decades worth of silliness and shame.
Doses of reality, moments of reflection
Not all was fun and joy.
The hard times molded our genuineness
Conflict shaped our resilience
Anxiety dealt with in opposite
Sill never letting go
Together in suffering we bonded
Holding close our sanity and hearts.
Alas, our time together waxes and wanes
Always there but not always visual.
"I love you Rai Rai."
"Same same Blue Jai."
Together in the imagination station.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
I giudici se vogliono giudicare bisogna che si facciano eleggere
i giornalisti se vogliono scrivere non devono criticare
i sindacalisti devono alzarsi in piedi quando mi vedono entrare
l'opposizione non deve opporsi se no non vale
e insomma una buona volta lasciatemi lavorare
** sei ville in Sardegna e le bollette da pagare
e forse dovrei farmi ricoverare
Mi consenta mi consenta senta
c'è troppa anomalia in questa società violenta
I giudici se vogliono restare non ci devono arrestare
la stampa estera l'Italia non la deve riguardare
e io a casa mia mangio con chi mi pare
e insomma Bettino smettila di telefonare
più di quello che ** fatto proprio non lo posso fare
** sei televisioni sulle spalle da mantenere
e forse mi dovrei far ricoverare
Mi consenta mi consenta senta
c'è troppa finanza in questa società violenta
E i tre saggi se sono saggi non si devono impicciare
e la Rai deve essere complementare
e perdio spiegatemi cosa vuol dire complementare
e non dite che non so l'italiano che mi fate incazzare
e i giudici i processi li devono stipulare
e i giornalisti non devono esageracerbare
e forse mi dovrei far ricoverare
Mi consenta mi consenta senta
c'è troppa poca Fininvest in questa società violenta
E i giudici si alzino in piedi prima di giudicare
e se la mafia mi vota cosa ci posso fare
e il milione di posti l'avevo detto per scherzare
e voglio tremila guardie del corpo che mi devono guardare
e un ritratto di sei metri vestito da imperatore
e che sono fascista non me lo dovete dire
e i giornalisti prima di scrivere si facciano eleggere
e i rigori contro il Milan non li dovete dare
e gli agit-prop vadano in Russia ad agitproppare
e non chiamatemi Bokassa o vi faccio fucilare
e i giudici il paese non lo possono sventrare
e a me gli avvisi di garanzia non li dovete mandare
e forse mi dovrei un po' calmare
ma se io sono Dio cosa ci posso fare
Mi consenta mi consenta senta
no c'è più religione in questa società violenta.
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
I'm not a person to you,
my subtleties are lost in a constellation of tally marks,
the strikes against me in your mental map of our universe.
My buttons can’t be hidden from you you’re the one
who tied them so loosely to the cuffs of my sleeves
and the bulk of my 20 cent words form the change in the linings of your pockets,
where my hands used to be.
The pads of your fingers find the freckles on the nape of my neck but the worn feeling of you thumb prints against my pulse reminds me
the pigmentation is no longer cute to you
just another imperfection for the list..
which is running through the front of my brain
like your hands used to run through the creases
of my smile.
It’s the poetry to the empty screen your face used to fill
that reminds me some pills are better off untaken,
and that sometimes empty yellow bottles are filled with the hope that is left behind by the promise
that sickness requires it to be refilled again.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
I love you
I love you beyond myself
I love you in and out of season
I love you so deep and without reason
You make me hot and cold at the same time
I want to slap you and kiss you
Lay me down and unwind
I'm open and I'm closed to you
I'm your yes you’re my taboo
You love me
I love you beyond yourself
You're deep into my essence
You make me cry because of your intellect
You've got me ******* on your intelligence
My wings are open
I'm wet with relevance
Now be careful
What you say to me
You love me
And I love I
I'm the center of your Earth
And the apple of my eye
I can be as cold as the winter
As I fall into your summer and bring about the spring
You love me beyond yourself?
I'm not even sure if I understand what that truly means
I want to delicately treat you rough
Lay you down for my pleasure
I'm selfish especially in this
You've tasted my mind
And the tip of my existence
Take me in deep
Shh quiet now don't speak..
I'll be quiet
Like an angel I wont weep
Wide open
You got me
Drop deep deep
I'm fading into all that is you
I surrender
There's no one
There's no two
We are abstract
We live in taboo...
Nova St.Paul & Naomi Sa'Rai
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 4:05 AM UTC
Silently
Silently she wonders through your life
She smiles
*Its rai
Our own little piece of sunshine*
She spreads the sun where ever she goes
Looking for corners of darkness
that need her warming glow
here comes little rai
She always makes them smile
but deep inside rai's soul
where no one goes
and no one see's
there are nightmares
and demon's
that want to crucify her
They want to quench her light
So she will have to give up the fight
Little rai battles on
knowing
she will never let them win
As the moon hides the sun
so will rai hide the night
*smile
it's little rai*
and if it happens to rain
Little rai will shine through
and a rainbow will appear
to brighten up your day
Nov 28, 2010
Nov 28, 2010 at 3:40 AM UTC
Umbră a Nopții, te arată,
Ca un vis ce-i rupt din Rai,
Ce-n lumină ești scăldată,
Mă chemai cu dulce grai.
Mă-mbăt de-a ta ființă vie,
De râsul tău cu gust amar,
Ești dorul ce nu vrea să fie,
Și visul stins ce-aprinde jar.
Pășeai încet, cu glezna fină,
Cu trupul tău sculptat în foc,
Privirea ta, o vină plină
Ce arde gândul, pas cu loc.
Și-n urma ta, tăcerea plânge,
Sub pași de vis, sub stinsul dor,
Se frânge clipa, gându-nvinge,
Rămân doar umbre care mor.
Rămâi, icoană neuitată,
Din nopți cu lună și parfum,
O flacără nemângâiată,
Ce arde-n mine negru scrum.
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 5:44 PM UTC
what is it I carry
that is throwing me this way
a personal belief
I couldn't bury in the haze
the smoke's the only thing
that showed me where I want to be
a step ahead of lonely
and a wave above the sea
I'm not a haunted being
like I thought I always was
it turns out we are nothing
but the end of what's become
and I am ever sorry
for the purposeless divide
I know you couldn't feel it
but I kept you like the time
the pieces of forever
couldn't possibly ignore
the thought of this not ending
was a plague that wanted more
than we had ever given
for we thought the night would bend
with you and I together
in a plausible pretend
the seers and the doers
are supposed to be the same
without a doubt collateral
for everything we claim
I laid you out in fragments
and began to learn your soul
I'm not the type of person
who will ever let you go
I'll try to find a way
for all the seasons that we sing
today it feels like autumn
but tomorrow will be spring
and I will ask the rain
to introduce me to your hands
so I can fall asleep
before I touch another man
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
I used to write hate
on a shiny piece of paper
written with ink
that shines like glitter
But now I've realized
I have written shadows on the light
My notes dont deserve darkness and my thoughts shouldnt be blind
And though all was done
it was a zillion minutes ago,
A part of me says
it's time to let go
Let the shadows of my thoughts
be doomed through the light of fire
Let only be ashes remained
Of my once ignorant mind
Let this poem be my reminder
of the shadows I have burned,
Of the hate I once loved
That I have boldly betrayed
Rai Espigar | Dec 26, 2015
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC