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Sir, I admit your general rule,
That every poet is a fool,
But you yourself may serve to show it,
That every fool is not a poet.
Thy voice is on the rolling air;
  I hear thee where the waters run;
  Thou standest in the rising sun,
And in the setting thou art fair.

What art thou then? I cannot guess;
  But tho' I seem in star and flower
  To feel thee some diffusive power,
I do not therefore love thee less:

My love involves the love before;
  My love is vaster passion now;
  Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou,
I seem to love thee more and more.

Far off thou art, but ever nigh;
  I have thee still, and I rejoice;
  I prosper, circled with thy voice;
I shall not lose thee tho' I die.
Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid!
Ever as of old time,
Solitary firstling,
Coming in the cold time,
Prophet of the gay time,
Prophet of the May time,
Prophet of the roses,
Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid!


I have lived a life
Of a deleted poem
A poem that has not
Got a second chance

A poem that -
Instead of revising and editing -
Is just DELETED
A poem of LOVE
That has given up in the fight of LIFE
A poem thrown into the dustbin
Because of the fear of this world
What people would say?
What people would think of us?

Do not be coward, be brave, do not fear

You have the LOVE a love requires from YOU
Do not put shame to the piece of paper,
The poem represents us - our LOVE story
I want you to pick up that sheet of paper
Straighten its creases and
Give LOVE one more chance

Patiently go over the LOVE-drafts
Re-read all those beautifully written LOVE-notes
Fill in the blanks - those empty spaces of LOVE
Re-write those blank sheet
With the blood that flows in you
Complete and present it to
The world as your own LOVE

See what the ovation world gives to
Your poem of LOVE,
That you threw and picked up again
It has became "OUR" story of LOVE

Now we are living a life of a
Celebrated LOVE-poem
That was given a second chance





We LOVE during this life &
We'll LOVE beyond this..

Whatever we do
How can we express our LOVE?
I can't, You can't,
Neither can WE - totally
See how much we struggle...
To express all our emotions

Every thing we do to
Show our LOVE to each other
Hide our LOVE from the world
All our attempts fail

We know we're in LOVE
Our "Truth of LOVE" ever exists
Ever existed, will forever exist

Our LOVE
Can't be hidden or un-hidden
Like the sun and stars
Flowers and breeze

Our LOVE blossoms
Every season of LIFE
Every time we are born
Every time we've met

We LOVE during this life &
We'll LOVE beyond this life too


Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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 Aug 2017 Lakshita
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


There are strangers like us
We don't know each other
Nor we are family, friends, relatives
But still we LOVE - ETERNALLY

As LOVERS we both are broken
And our hearts are hard to mend
Our souls are far from being healed
We seek each other since
The moments our eyes met

Please remember
Only one person can cure us
Oh who else?
Our BELOVEDz whom we LOVE
Our LOVER who LOVES us

So don't tell me to go anywhere
To share my story of LOVE
No one knows my LOVE-story
Except my tears of sorrow
Except my tears of joy
I shed with my BELOVEDz
I shed with my LOVER

My BELOVEDz knows it better
My LOVER knows it better




When stars, sun, moon could not light me up
Living was when I could not find my rays

Like the herd following the shepherd
I was one of the lost human tribe

There was darkness on the path
No light far away or near
Walking the path to a destination
Which was not there to be my arrival

Nothing was better those days I lived
Much money, many friends, but no light within

The clouds seemed darker than black
The rain felt harsher than whips
The sun brazenly hot and humid
The breathe was shallow and stale
Nor were my steps falling right in proper place

Living was a journey of lost eyes & aching bones
I smiled with an emptiness only a LOVER could see
My hands seemed cold and I had a pessimistic hold
**** sure I knew, my path was to the death of my soul

And then, I met you...

And everything changed...
BELOVEDz, you became my sun-shine
You became my moon-light
You became my star-sparkle
And my wings in flight
There was a ***** in my steps
A glow on my face

Each moment is your thought
That lights my eyes from within
And a merry smile & smirk I carry

You make me alive, and
"YOU" become my Living and Life
These times, I realize
You are what people call "LOVE"

I feel light with your soul-connect
Being with You is
Like a cold dip into the
Origins of a fresh water streams
And emerging out enlightened in the
Warm water of seas and oceans...

You are the apple of my "LOVE"
That gives me the wisdom of my "soul"
The revelation into our
Inner beauty of togetherness


 Aug 2017 Lakshita
Rumi
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
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