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…”

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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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Formless yet bright
Raining colours to the earth
Bristling the greens across
Leaves only
Nothing fancy
Pervasive across the land
Dancing carelessly
Waltzing with the wind
Eternal presence they are
These mere grass
Paints a moving picture
From an eagle’s sight
Bathing in the wind and light
Seated in their midst
A young boy
With a dandelion in his hand
He blew
The wind does so too
He knew not
But smiled nevertheless
The small leaves too

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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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Work stifles
The inner being
From consciousness
Until the little time left
For quiet muses
With the soft breeze
To blow away the cares
Enjoying its caress
Which dances dandelions
Dispersing its seeds
They plant in me
Beautiful thoughts flourish
Roses blossom
With absence of thorns

Toiling sandman
You forget me
To no avail a plan
For wake to be drowsy

The mind too occupied
Sandman, have u tried?
Maybe you’ve had indeed
But the sand – more is in need

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

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

How the path extends, mystifying
Out into depths falling
High into clouds rising
Never seeing
Further stepping

At the front, a thick fog
But such clarity at the rear
That’s how one walk
Onward with no fear

Never dwell in the etched past
No toil will alter last
By faith, challenge the unknown
Live in the moment, enthroned