Revelations through life's dichotomies

Strings pulled upon by the bow
Waves propagate intensely
With a mix of passion, love, fear and terror

How magical, from the mere vibrations of inanimate particles,
that form elaborate waves,
that are melodious to the ears,
and then somehow,
becomes animated into one’s heart and soul.

Two ears to hear, to listen, much more than speaking…

No wonder, a friend once told me, a child who learns music tends not to the wayside. I think, for they listen more, to this beautiful realm of shapely waves.

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There she is in the garden
Dressed in scarlet red
I beg her pardon
As I leave with dread

To begin the day with longing…

Till the evening star rises
I return for my rose
With tender words, no guises
She just sways in lovely pose

The night should be unending…

Then all past absence forgotten
For what matters is the moment
I wonder if I will be bitten
Painful or sweet is yet apparent

“It is a very confusing feeling. That you are physically absent yet always present in my mind…”

(Source: jimmisophy.wordpress.com)

A little light
Floated about
In the night
Around white flowers it rout

The flowers glow
Under the moonlight
The firefly gently slows
Fading it’s rhythmic light

It dwells on that moonflower
Wondering who glows brighter
A little while, without a care
Beauty of them ensnares

He sat there in the cool night
Watching these little things
Burrowed into sight
Into the mind, soft tinkle rings

Dosed
Closed

Dark
Spark

Glow
Flow

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It’s enticing.

Like the red of the licorice flower.

The lusciousness of it drew all the senses in.

To partake in its beauty and be drunk.

Drunk in all the dreams that it provides, tainted with that glaring red.

The passion, the vivaciousness, the intensity, immensity of all condenses into a rich red pearl.

It represents you, or does it in the other way? Or really, what other ways can I describe this thing, this sensation which send me to another realm?

Perhaps still, there might be many…

Alas, I paled so much before this licorice flower…

A butterfly flirted there for a little while, but flutter then away to another place, for its beauty was too much…

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A rose of thorns
Gently held
A kind of touch
Intricate feel
Lovely though
To behold long
Holding still
To sense
From such distance
And be lost
In enchantment

ikenbot:

Truth.

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Life and love. To live with love.

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Hey lady
I’ve said it
What a night
Truth or dare
The bottle turns
Mercilessly to me
Thus spilling forth 
The words
That have bottled
Inside this heart
With only one room
For you only
Somehow
Your hand put forth
For me to hold
And I placed my lips on it
A gentle kiss
With all my love
Put into it
To wish you
Be richly blessed
And
To be mine

Strolling down the usual path
Knocked off and yearn a bath
Tired, worn out, stressed up
Droopy eyes for once lift up
Into the sky, a strange sight
A heavy heart with sudden delight

Since when the sky is there?
With a beautiful, persian blue
Since when the moon is so beautiful?
With such glow to behold
Since when the flowers bloom along the sidewalk?
They are sweet to the eyes
The greenery, the weeds, the wind
All came crashing on my senses
And ultimately my soul

Beauty has always been there
It’s only a matter of beholding
Let not the toils blind
Look out, look up
To beauty, to the Creator
“Thank you”, I whispered.

Charm and passion
A deadly concoction
They bring one to his knees
Full of pleas

How will this be quenched?
By the river, I dwell on a bench
To only close my eyes
And pray to the skies

Will the stars answer?
Grant me this desire?
To only merely
To be with only