With her..

 

 

What is it like to be around you,

To spend more time in dreams awake,

Looking often for your glances few,

Wondering if the earth did indeed shake.

 

What is it like to walk by your side,

Lightly each moment to lose sweet sense

Your fragrance lilting a gentle chide,

A casual walk, in a moment - tense.

 

What is it like to hold your hand,

And blend at once with its feel warm,

Nature, this time did reprimand,

In a mortal, she outdid her own charm.

 

What is it like to sit by you for long,

And ignore the pace of passing time,

To sense exuberance, watching you on song-

Proud; as your head rests on mine.

 

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Farewell love

 

 

I hate forever to bid you adieu,

Not right now, not like this;

Yet watch I must as paths anew

Call you toward greater bliss.

 

Two score days will I see you more,

And then your visage is all that’s left.

Your name will be one by the door,

The one I’ll look for; sad, bereft.

 

Its not sad that you would go;

For despite my insanity (some),

I did but always know

Someday this had to come.

 

Its the anguish instead I feel

Knowing I never told you all,

That what I am is every bit real,

Short, but love in no way small.

 

As you will move away this time

Your return is all I seek to find,

A fool, yes, worth every dime;

Till then will wait - my heart, my mind.

 

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Stumble

I cannot write anymore,
Words are of no avail.
Silence knocks at my door,
A message; charm will prevail.

I fought it with weapons of reason,
With will, I stood my ground.
Yet to deny the real is sure treason,
Pure music in her every sound.

She stumbled on a chair today,
I pursed my lips, watching from afar.
Clenched fists as if to say,
Don’t make my Sun a falling star.

For it is morn to see her smile.
And peace to see her dance.
In every moment, we progress a mile,
Yet constant victims to chance.
…

The Window

 

 

A morning it is, bright and true,

When she passes by the window view,

I watch her as the sun does, only risen for a while,

Her walk meandering, resembling the Nile.

 

The distance means not much, I see her clear,

Heart in upheaval, on watching its dear

Pass by on silent trots, smiling at the sun,

And I, in envy, bereft of the fun.

 

She pauses; a smile does she bring,

Silent in the distance, heart bells ring,

In applause or awe, at the beauty to behold,

One moment shy, another moment bold.

 

Silent affections, unsaid but true,

Echo the message to across the view,

Her shadows play trance, bow in the distance,

And a heart in glee over seeming acceptance.

 

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Silver line

 

Silver paths aglow in the night,

Hallow the journey lit by moonlight,

Loose is the wind; heavy and drunk,

In the abyss of dark, all has sunk.

 

In the midst of commotion,

She glides like a notion

That creeps quiet into a pensive mind,

And moves out before one can a reason find.

 

Her words ring like wind chimes,

Her voice, the sound of sweet rhymes,

Often at night, she breaks into a dance,

Imperfect rhythm but lyrical romance.

 

With time, she grows restless,

Her heart and mind listless,

She awaits a known cold breeze,

To let once her suffering cease.

 

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Clamour

 

 

Tonight  the mirror of the skies,

Will fill the sight of her hazel eyes,

Even the clouds offer a soothing cover,

Hushing quiet her amorous power.

 

The winds stand guard, they let not a whisper,

Guileless, yet they err to kiss her,

The skies rebuke; spread a dark pall,

Slowly yet mightily – a darkness envelops all.

 

Her smile calms the deathly dance,

Suddenly the skies have fallen in trance,

Her eyes lit up as the moon reappeared,

And slowly the hazy night skies are cleared.

 

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Quitter

 

 

He pauses in the twilight, a distant motor chuckles,

Fate is tending gingerly now, bruised bloody knuckles;

A blow to the soul, that knocks the air out,

Wounds bleed crimson; cuts let out a shout.

 

Where does one turn, when one’s own sides

With narrow minds, hollow words and ego rides?

What does one do when infinite seems less,

When neglect is tendered as memories fess?

 

High tides on shallow shores engulf him whole,

Self bears an ugly form of his embattled soul.

Floating; he strikes worn out boulders,

Sinking careless; burdened shoulders.

 

Resigned to fate, the will to live ceases,

Body numb, turgid; the turmoil increases.

The ride is ready; the charioteer – meth,

And mind has a tryst with uncommon death.

 

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