Poetry
A Love Poem
[Love poems are not rational at all, often they are born in a half awake, half asleep state of mind.']
The Longed For Dream
The night has fallen, heavy garment wrapped the earth
Moon is climbing hidden ladder reaches zenith's plank
Hearing footsteps of its master, dawn, its fiercest foe
Stars begin to fade away mountain peaks begin to glow
Mesmerized and frozen still, spears of light and spears of heat
Like an army of one mind, mighty, violent as with one heartbeat...
My tranquil sea is now disturbed, this peaceful garment sun's razor rips
A burst of passion, in righteous rage I seek to block oppressor's whips
I raise my hands and raise my voice, the whip has fallen
so did my voice
The clock has struck, moon hid its face my dream is stolen I've got no choice
But run to you my sweetest one and hide my soul's despairing wants
Of love so tender and soul so pure I dare not speak corrupting words
Too small for expression, too weak to make sense, too distant for embrace
I'd rather feel, enjoy your touch, time is then lost, love takes its place.
Love is the beat and rhythm of life where would I be without its song?
Where shall I hide my weary soul but in love's arms, gentle yet strong.
Oh let me bathe you my, sweetest dove, in love too deep for words, sublime
Let night and day now mix together and let two threads become one twine
Strong and secure, one heartbeat, one pulse one vision and thought.
Fill our cup with brand new wine till t'overflows and spills abroad
To those who long for liberation, and those who dream for exaltation
In what the Maker had in His mind before the world and its foundation
Let me explode and take you along this path so dangerous and unexplored
Yet known to me in measure-divine, my soul is different... I know its lot
My mission begins, new chapter enfolds and you are the one He chose to astound
So take my hand and don't let go, come lets like eagles spread wings and mount
Soaring on high, with steadying wind, our' flight's on, our' time's arrived
My Sabbath rest has finally come, my pride is gone, the wrong the right...
No one is hurt and no one despairs I rest in Him who knows the fight
His will is my sail and I am that boat sailing the ocean wherever He blows
The earth is quiet, sky rests in peace, ocean is calm, my fight is a loss
My love's awakened and longs for you to feel your touch and heart
Incense and myrrh mixed with new spice, rare is our love, a gift divine
Rare are these feelings and thoughts in my mind, as in a daze, without a fright
I do surrender to ways from above and fight no more or disagree, I let it be
I fall and die, dissolved and blending with spirit realm still distant, yet real
But it comes closer, knocks on my door beckons my heart and lets me in...
Chambers of velvet, and scarlet wool, stripped of its garment
is the longed for dream.
A Love Poem
[Falling in love is one thing staying that way is another, but poetry can be like a medicine helping one to stay stricken.
Angels sing!
Angels sing! Church bells ring!
I have fallen in love and sing!
Clouds smile! Earth, beat your drum!
Sun dance! Wind whistle and hum!
The melody and harmony of love
What I have received is a gift from above!
God's love became flesh and blood!
Tell me what's wrong and what is right!
Can time stand still without a fight?
I blend with You and with your light
Darkness' forsaken, gone in its fright
Yes time stands still upon the hill
Makes no alarm and makes no drill
For it's been made for joy and thrill
Sun tarries now and seeks its fill
It drags its feet throws glances with a sigh
Blow me sweet kisses and says 'good bye'
I hear its sobs with rainbows around
Tear drops now fall but from one cloud
These darkness could not destroy
They linger and share in my joy
They sing the newly born song
They join and march with the happy throng
Of like victims' sun's smiles deprived
But not forsaken, like me set apart
For glory and honor, quality divine
Without tears this honor could never be mine.
Tears come and go and they are dried
I spread my wings. I soar and glide
I'm climbing mountains for some too high
The night, the tears, the pain and sigh
I left behind... this worn out garment
I clad myself in purple and scarlet
The royal feast is called up, I hear the clatter...
My comfort's served now on a golden platter.
A Love Poem
[One can be lost in a dream world, but no one can pass a judgment on such except the one who is in it.]
Silent prayer
Silent prayer has gone out among shadows and trembling leaves...
Giant bell rung somber sound, moonlight dancing on sad trees
Howling dogs... a burst of laughter, a whiff of grass... a silent heap
Happy creek plays with its pebbles makes them sing and weep
I am lost and not aware that a prayer has left my soul
Piercing sky like a shooting star traveling to God's throne
My dove awakes like in a dream then seeks to kiss my lips
My mouth is moistened with desire but distance plays its tricks
Picked by wind and wrapped in moonlight angels carry you
They bring you closer to feast my eyes then disappear, without a clue
I yearn for their return but they keep playing with my time, I wonder why?
Clatter of wings... my gift comes nearer, my love's awakened, intensified.
Silent prayer has gone out... the night's gone, it's time to behold
I'm lost in a dream and expectation, pages turn, new chapter to enfold
Now wind is rushing to my aid and helps to show the real you
I read the pages and rejoice. My love is real... the gift is too.
Sarcasm Poem
[Asking for lies is just a way of telling man to make girl/woman feel good.
But once this honey jar is opened one may have to keep it up.]
Sweet little lies
Tell me sweet little lies
Make me feel good
Tell me words in disguise
That pamper and soothe
Tell me sweet little lies
Dispel my gloom
Soap me up even patronize
Bathe me in your sweet perfume
Tell me sweet little lies
Don't you hold no utterance
Say them all with sighs
Like in a dream or in a trance
Tell me sweet little lies
And do not tell a few
I lower the blinds and close my eyes
I will believe that they are all true
Now time elapsed since sweet lies were told
Torrential floods invaded the trance
Like hungry wolfs broke into a fold
Devoured sheep and little lambs
A lie embraced the other lies
Like chain they followed down the trails
They have descended from mountain highs
Into deep valleys of fairytales
There they embraced to comfort each other
Sweet little nothings were now greatly missed
Once turned into motion they nag and bother
Soon they will holler with raised up fist:
'Make sweet little lies true! You promised!