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 Feb 2015
Amitav Radiance
Let the mind be seduced
By the most beautiful ideas
Keep the windows open
For temptations to sneak in
Alluring you to think
About the beauty beyond
Those seen and touched
Kiss goodbye to monotony
And travails of everyday thoughts
Naked truth is there to explore
It’s the pleasure
To seek and find pristine areas
Of thoughts, never explored before
 Feb 2015
a
i sway to its gentle rhythm,
shutting out my eyes from the hurt of the outside,
allow my fingers to come out from safety,
to caress the nonexistent black and white keys that I
envision on the inside sitting before me
and just feel
*feel the music
 Feb 2015
chimaera
placid mirror
in the colding sun
reverberating yellow
in strokes of orange

a rusty dark floats
with a bluish touch
of an absence

the oarsman
is not there

the night cloak
roars nearby
7.2.2015

Aquarelle - French, for watercolour
...Van Gogh's paintings filling my mind...
They flowed easy the tears of her
In her core was a kindness’ river
With a heart of gold a love too pure
Her bags were full with pains to endure!

Married at teen and a widow too soon
Her youth dark dimmed an eclipsed moon
Dragged to abyss and feasted upon
Bereft a blood she could call her own!

A wonder her life though ravaged much
Growing not hard she broke to the touch
Would come to grief at others’ pain
Her cheeks overflowing in sobbing rain!

As a child I felt at a time now far
On one short span spent with her
When my innocence could easily tell
Neath her frame was an earthly angel!

Wasn’t a beggar returned from door
A stray unfed to die on the road
She was there with a saving aid
Her own life though was left unpaid!

As I write this rebel locked tears
Break floodgates of long lost years
Reveals from the mist a haloed face
Of an angel of love and godly grace!
 Feb 2015
NuurSeraph
the trees gush every time you're around,
the song of your sound is the best thing in town,
the heat from your feet melt the snow on the ground

the wind whistles a warmer rushing movement
expanding out from the flush of your touch
twirling, twisting and reminiscing
this double helix kind of feeling

I'm sewing the growing knowing of rhythm around into a flowing ballroom gown
blushing a crimson kind of steam under the spotlights in my dream ~
when curtain calls as morning falls,
I take my bow and change of scene.
Lucid dreams are wonderful for a lot of reasons...I personally like the out of body sense of control...however strange the sense of direction I seem to take a narrative...I often will play out many potentialities of a situation just to drive my self into a tizzy, it seems...and then I wake up...head-scratching, glad to end the iterations.
reflects smiles
mirrors pains
its beauty beguiles
entertains

wakes up heart
opens door
transcends art
furthermore

swells in vein
its maddening flow
drops as rain
on parchment glow

once seeded within
grows deep root
makes you come clean
speak only truth

soul's inked beat
pearls dug from deep
in true spirit
have it worshipped.
Poetry is a spirit; they that would worship it must worship in spirit and in truth.
(E.M. Forster: The Celestial Omnibus)
 Feb 2015
Amitav Radiance
My love
Glides over
The topography
Of your heart
Searching for
Pristine landscape
Where two
Souls can
Run wild
Under the
Starry canopy
Of dreams
Coalescing in
The sacred
Chambers of
Union
 Feb 2015
Kelly Rose
In moments of silence
She wonders if
she knows love

Fear is such a comfortable
emotion for her
does she feel anything else

Taught shame...

She wonders if
she will ever overcome
self-hatred

Maybe love's illusions
are all she knows

Sometimes...
Yes, sometimes
she hates those
moments of silence

Still...
She struggles
hoping
that she knows
more than just the illusions
of love
2/2/2015
 Feb 2015
K Balachandran
Melancholic pale moon, lovelorn shy ******,
kept on peeping from her corner of the sky,
through the window we left deliberately open
knowing her curiosity, as detained ever, to be solitary.
Let her find out that we both didn't sleep
or remain quiet , not a moment, all night,
as the night sky responded vehemently
in celestial pyrotechnics to our delighted squeals.
 Feb 2015
Just Melz
you wanna fall apart
say you're so weak
keep your thoughts in the dark

you wanna leave us in the dust
but I cant be strong enough
for the both of us

Chorus:
i need you here
standing tall
right beside me
together we can fall
in love
I want you with me
our hearts in awe
entwined as one
together we can fall
in love

you wanna run away
say you're not good enough
keep your heart at bay

you wanna lock yourself up
but I cant be strong enough
for the both of us

Chorus:
i need you here
standing tall
right beside me
together we can fall
in love
I want you with me
our hearts in awe
entwined as one
together we can fall
in love

without you I'm weak
without you I'm not good enough

you wanna be afraid
say you're scared of us
but together we are stronger
strong enough

Chorus:
i need you here
standing tall
right beside me
together we can fall
in love
I want you with me
our hearts in awe
entwined as one
together we can fall
in love

without you I'm locked away
but together we can fall
in love

without you I'm afraid
but together we can fall
in love

in love
together
we can fall
 Feb 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
Thousands of doors are going
To open Today
After a Long Day
Of Sultry Dark
Slowly moving Clouds
But what it is!
As if the speed of the wind more than
A Hurricane

Extreme sound Rocking the Sky,
The Home
And the Expanding
Barren Field,  
Repeatedly being Thunder Around
As far as I can See
Across the Horizon
The Rain has come down
As Cats and Dogs
 
Dim Light in the Room
Hope, despair shaken
Windows Open
Southern waves
Randomize the Poetry Books
Flying Pages,
Never before or after in the

The Scent of the Poetry
In the Air
Sky-word Sentences
I have seen my Reflection
In the Light of the Short
The past Knocking
On the Closed Door
To open the Wide Sky

You have sat down
In the Horizon
That has reminded
The First Love Poem
Where I read
And planted my Dreams
Bringing the garden
Roses,
Marigold,
Sunflowers

Where there the moonlit
Of moonlight has
Crafted the Dreams  
Like an Imagination
As if,
Unclogging Peacock's Feather

But the sudden wind  
Increasing the Velocity
Light has been Extinguished
Yet the Flame Alive
But don't see my Reflection,
In the distant Glass,
In the Poetry,
In the Words

In an Angular way,
Through the Windows
Rain coming into the Limelight
Put away the Poetry
And the Dreams
As the Books of Poetry has Seemed
Like the Stones

But Yet I'm waiting,
For The Next morning
Where the Hope will Come Again
In the Shining Smile of Light
poetry pages flying never before or after in the
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 Feb 2015
CA Guilfoyle
In the night air, of ghostly moon
starry the darkened blues, quiver
some falling from the sky to startle
under murmuring trees, we rest
and never sleep, we seek to know
what night will conjure
strange drunken allure
of the celestial

Planetary fools
entranced by moons
magnetically pulled
ebbed and fallen
just another day, we lay
soon swallowed by
the sun
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