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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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A Moth

I was in a state of confusion, How I was drowned to this deep well of unworthiness, With dusty rose fill my eye, Invisible ache my heart couldn’t cry. Somehow, Relieved, No one sees me, sees this. I was in a state of evaporation, How I wished some kind soul might toss down a rope,…

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Confide

Sometimes I refrain to write, It costs too much nerves to confide, I am the easy-going type, who kept my world tight. Sometimes I eager to write, Astonished by soul”s hidden line, I am the dreamer type, yet rides the earthy tide. Sometimes I prefer the grand symphony, With rose, champagne, tympani, But all I…

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