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There is nothing as good as this, hon...except listening to you, of course

Note - Poesy - 29th April, 2016

A sense of security clothes over me
like an unwound cloud blanketed over the horizon
I see you warm and surreal as I look out the window
enjoying the breeze and smelling roses

As my breathing pattern differs watching your
presence within my rational thoughts
I quiver in delight of the love that permeates in me
the warm exuberance of glorious adoration

At times I weep in delight and in plight
over the overwhelming surrender of my mind
the braggadocio of the male ego, not letting go
but the bustle of fondness pervades all over me

I sit here, in calm rectitude, ruminating
the pleasures of everyday joys enslaving me
I stoop in gratitude and positive receptiveness
to your grandeur and divine presence,
this fairy tale magnanimity curled inside me
I bestow my life,my love and myself unto you,
in complete harmony and tender adulation.

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The initial view bloomed within me,

a figurine of a li'l girl

who embraced flowers and dolls

the versatile movement of the lips

the effervescent giggle,

the feminine shamefulness, the wherewithal smile,

all align themselves together

in silent harmony

a playful, generic, attraction emerges

I talk - we talk

and she grows on me in aplomb

A woman, charming and alluring

who finds rhythms in books

the musical clatter of her eyes

the crisp, realistic smile,

the lady-like brashness, the measured words,

crowds around in precision

the harmony still exists, peaceful

an ecstatic, pulsating love allows itself

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Colorful images splashed across me,

by her passionate expressions of her bygone days,

they brought in me vivid pictures of the hills,

they beckon me once more as I stand far away in awe.

The elaborate preciseness of past moments,

moments which got etched in memory

due to their natural effervescence

came out glorified unto me, with taste

I stand spellbound within those snow capped mountains

the clouds grazing by in gay abandon

stepping down each ice-capped largesse

the green of the pasture with its alluring virginity

harmoniously correlating in the milieu

the wild flowers, with their sullen purple haze

and the majestic view

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Dreamy moorings - Note - 28th April, 2016

Whence did God create this penance
this silent orchard of love
How sublime it stands at the crossroads
at the mercy of all that we humans concur

How delicate is its peaceful resonance
the hills clad in benign white of the clouds
in memory of some long lost hope
How parched are the sands of time seeking its place in history

How doth one not seek spirituality here
the language of the hills speak only thus
How I feel the silence of love within the cold confines
How does one stay away from green presence of long bound hills

Do we not seek nirvana here, do we not know about it here
Our body embraces the vanity of our thoughts
It mingles and minuscules itself to silent multitudes
How far do we walk in search of why we seek what
Do we not just need to come among this presence just to let go

Let the mind wander, that  I did in silent penance
Let the body take in the calmness of the faraway hills
Let my time creep out as and when it burrows itself
Let me be me today, cause nothing else can understand the oneness of  me
and the colors around and you, of course...

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I seek to gain the erudition of my love
                I seek to bind myself to this thought and knowledge
As the fir and the shrub and meadows
                              lighten up with the touch of the milder dew
and the rain clouds gather its darkened shields to pour on us
                                 its glorious vanities
So I seek penance in the thought of you...

I watch from under green roofs,
                             with the smell of the wet grass and sand
and find my answers for God has seldom given such comeuppance and glory
                                to places much vaster and beautiful
for here I watch God reside and love
                                          and give in heavy abundance the seeker of wisdom
the clarity of pure thought and the silent yearnings of my love
                                 come joyously dancing to mirror the thought of
yet another wanderer lusting to glance beyond
                                          the measure that's been given in deliverance.

Note - Poesy - 28 April, 2016

Your laughter embalms my heartfelt pains

Your lithe, little hands endorse my future plans

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Gather me up enough a word, I pray,

              Lest I should wither unto life's second hour today,

Let the prejudices, contemplation's, imaginations and love huddle together, and

             Brim within of me,

Lest I forget the mortality in the units of my expression.

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Let us seek in the dawn of space the pleasure of effervescent mornings

Let us seek within of our life the leisure of anxious adoration

Let us seek in the dusk of time the delight of vivacious nights

Let us seek outside of our life the sanctity of fretful worship

Let us be seekers on all sides and love each other like none other.

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                                                      A kiss...just in case

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When I hold you I hold everything that is --
            sand, space, time, the tree of the rain,

everything is alive so that I can be alive within of you:
                                    without moving I can see it all:
in your life I see everything that lives.

And that is all there is to it, nothing else, dear, YOU…

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Poesy - Note 28th April, 2016

They took my poems
         my cardboard box with envelopes
poems written all over them with vague lines differentiating

the junkyard guy took it
            my people gave it away
they thought it may be college notes
nobody believes in them notes, what would he do with this crap
                          They felt
do you know how difficult it is to come up with something
     a lot of my love was designed on those pages
I had ideas that need to be seen
dealt with

I needed to know how I will love her
   when I shall meet her
it had details
                     the holding of the hand
the cusp of the chin, my finger playing with her hair
I would see the tufts of thin hair wafting in the wind, on her back
                     when she's out of the shower, and I shall watch it sway in the light
 the twist of her lips and when I shall kiss the upper lip
                     and when I shall touch the lower ones her smell in company
the breathing heavily drawn

you gave it all away to the junkyard guy
               he is going to burn it all and then them embers shall fly
I shall not even breathe it
                 some passerby's shall take it in and their lungs would curdle up a few visions
and she may say how come I am thinking such,
                     till yester, I was breathing fine, now I feel a tug in my heart
I am not choking but a tug
           
How shall I find out how I loved her then
                   on that day on that hour
           now it is different day and hour
everyday I shall love different but you need the past to build the present

please do not take my poems
                     she and these are all that I have.....
I keep sane among'st you 'coz of  her and my love for her and my words...

Neruda In I and Brautigan normal

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,

I’m haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.

Down there I noticed,
under my necktie and just above the heart,
a certain pang of grief between the ribs,
you were gone that quickly.

I needed the light of your energy,
I looked around, devouring hope.
I watched the void without you that is like a house,
nothing left but tragic windows.

Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens
to the fall of the ancient leafless rain,
to feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned:

so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.

Anne Sexton - admonitions - a small part

Watch out for love

(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes) ,
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won’t be heard
and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Special person,
if I were you I’d pay no attention
to admonitions from me,
made somewhat out of your words
and somewhat out of mine.
A collaboration.