I know I can run, but I have nowhere to hide, for my shadow will always catch up behind, unless, I’m determined to bath in the light. . . . . . Read Next: The Grand Melody Read More: Two Eternities
Category: Modern Poems
The Grand Melody
Darling, tell me, what you tell me, Telling something all too sweet, Making music out of beauty, With a question hidden deep. Still I believe I know your meaning, There behind your pupils’ brightness, Love and truth are your heart’s lightness. In a world of dullness, blindness, One true look of human kindness, Where two… Continue reading The Grand Melody
Two Eternities
Seasons come, seasons go, All day long, I can hear that souls’ echo, Calling me home. But to where? My life had been a story of survival, All my years I kept my own counsel, I’ve tasted my tears, covered by nights’ heavy pillow. I’ve tested my fears, hidden behind dawns’ soft meadow. And if… Continue reading Two Eternities
The Fantasy World
Poetry is a fantasy world, but I am incapable of appreciating some complicated words, for I have neither patience nor intelligence, for the vague and fake. too aloof, I’d save myself the grief. All night long, I’d rather hear the sleepers toss Between the darkened window and the wall. The madman’s whimper and the lover’s… Continue reading The Fantasy World
What Do I Have?
What do I have? I asked myself...... Oh, I see, A name to utter, A birthday to remember, A profession to flatter, Some pains to suffer, Some memories to torture, Some rewards to pleasure, Some paths to stagger, Some talents to flower, Some strength to order. And, Some youth to squander, Some truth to decipher.… Continue reading What Do I Have?
To The Silenced
I have known the silence of the sky and of the sea, And the silence of a city when it pauses, the silence of a child and a maid, And the silence of the sick when their eyes roam about the rooms, And I asked: For the sake of depth, What’s the use of language… Continue reading To The Silenced
Empty Notebook
My notebook has remained blank for months My words have deserted its oath ever since thanks to the light showered around me, I have no use for my pen, which lies languorously without grief. Nothing is better than to live a storyless life that needs no writing for meaning— And when I am gone, let others… Continue reading Empty Notebook
A Love Consummation
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love, and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. — Jiddu Krishnamurti . Who has never eaten his bread with tears, Who has never, through night’s wretched hours, Lay on his bed and… Continue reading A Love Consummation
I’m Over Ms.Hope
As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe . To make a confession, I have no poems proper. I found words quite foolish. For I have learned to look on nature, Not as the hour of thoughtless youth, But hearing oftentimes, the still, sad music of… Continue reading I’m Over Ms.Hope
The Portrait of A Woman
She could be any woman at all, Somedays off-guard, all days on-guard. With her hands stroking or strangling and maybe with her intentions half-hidden. But she is as she is. Her gaze is always Distant away from its pupil, And what she's really after is you to love her. She reflects who she is. She could… Continue reading The Portrait of A Woman
A New Ambition
With all those false Ambitions, what had I done? Little with Passion, and least of all with Love; Yet they came unsought, and shocked my core. Made me all, but a fragile stranger in their world. Yet, this was not the end I did pursue, Certainly, I once beheld a nobler cause. But all is… Continue reading A New Ambition
Youth, Still?
Between wheat-field and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between tundra and savannah, Where’s my lost youth? Tell it me, Good Madams! And now within itself the truth’s imprisoned As if it had never opened out: unknown Those blessed moments, when it shone As bright as the angelic galaxy lovingly shown And remorse, reproach, and irritation, frown… Continue reading Youth, Still?
Lily The Bird
Lily The Bird 🐦, Cheerful her chirping, Daredevil her spirit, Sometimes flirty, Sometimes lofty, Sometimes hasty, Sometimes naughty. I marveled at such a dainty creature! Lily The Bird 🐦, slightly chubby, big eyes sparkling, Utterly uninhibited, tiny head demanding, Special charm has been my Lily, Oh, please, “Serve me that Sweet milk 🥛 alongside French… Continue reading Lily The Bird
Heading Home
Bid me be silent, bid me to conceal, Secrecy has been a duty to me. I could reveal my heart absolute, But Fate doesn’t wish it to be. The sun’s bright path, outshining my delicate sorrow, Dark nights fade away, delivering to sky another tomorrow, The marble stone cracking exposed its magnificence at last, And yields… Continue reading Heading Home
Marigold
Tenderness your gaze, rewards the prime of my youth. Sentimental my phrase, A marigold, I brushed at your every praise. Nostalgia, now filling my breath, This path, ruled by millions alluring roses, glowing laurel and vines mingled close. With billion stars swinging above us, Dear one, I ever wondered, Who would be so pleased with… Continue reading Marigold
The Moon’s Demand
“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies. That is why you must sing, and dance, and write poems, and suffer, and understand, for all that is life.” — Jiddu Krishnamurti full moon eclipse, Jun… Continue reading The Moon’s Demand
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