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 May 2014 Nirmalee
Sharina Saad
I loved you yesterday.
I love you today.
I will love you tomorrow.
And I will love you so much
That you will still feel the love
even after I depart...

Love will never grow old
Love will never fall sick
Love will never cry or die...
Even when I get too old
to remember how much I have loved you..
Even when I have gone too senile or too crazy
to utter the three magic words
I LOVE YOU... everyday for you...
My love will always be with you
Never too little but always more and more..

I wish you'd know that my love is always
as fresh as the morning dew...
as beautiful as the flowers and the nature around us
as large and as wide as the blue blue sky..

The day I die..
Don't you ever cry
My love for you will stay...
forever it will....
 May 2014 Nirmalee
CA Guilfoyle
Red fire
hissing down green mountain
a burning blackness
of lifeless trees
molten river bleeding
to the sea.

Black lava road, winding wild
an ashen path to the
cerulean sea.
 May 2014 Nirmalee
CA Guilfoyle
Magenta ruffle of petals
frilly fire of fragrance
deep dream of pink
wafting through my sleep
morning breeze of ocean
blooms awash in lilting
watercolor reds
Exquisite, universal, sublime,
Your poems never grow old with time.
My humble tribute to Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore on his 153rd birth anniversary.
1861-1941 Nobel Laureate 1913
WE
It's heavenly
when YOU and I merge to be WE!
 May 2014 Nirmalee
Sharina Saad
It wasn't just a flower you gave me
But the whole garden
flowers blooming tenderly in the heart
Colorful roses, orchids and daisies
that cheer my heart always..

It wasn't just a house you built us
But the whole life
Picture perfect family
with brilliant and healthy kids
and one smart cat...
the memories sweet and happy...

It wasn't just what we have
as a family
that makes us happy...
happiness is what we are
in the family..
that makes us complete...
Happiness is us...
Dedicated to my beloved husband...
 May 2014 Nirmalee
Sharina Saad
How many happy moments
In a life of a fisherman?
When I stood and saw
The small fishing boats
approaching the shore
The fishermen smiling
Coming toward the jetty
With fish and prawns
The catch of the day...
Enough to make ends meet
Just another day...

How many days of lonely hours at dawns,
at sunsets and sunrise
You need to endure
To make a living...
Putting bread and butter on the tables...
To feed the hungry kids at home
when i stood and saw your strength
I just knew how hard life is...
for a fisherman..
like you..

The beautiful clouds over the skyline..
oranges and purples and cobalt blues .
might fascinate a person like me
might bring no pleasures
to a fisherman's eyes...
I stood and saw the beautiful colors of the sky
spread along the wide sky above
A gift from our creator... the nature

All to soon the sunrise fades into day
bringing harsh light to a softening early
morning as the magic fades away
morning the fishing boats go off again
leaving hopeful wife and kids at the jetty

what is left is an image hidden away
to bring about dreams of a sunrise day
To come home safe with the catch of the day!!!
 May 2014 Nirmalee
The Whisper
I pinch my brow, and rub my eyes.
I procure a heavy sigh.
I feel regret, a dear old friend,
As I look up at the sky.

I retreat to my mind, I shut my eyes.
I think of what to say.
Hate comes along, whistling his song,
"How would you rather feel today?"

I searched for love, I found someone.
I thought she was a dream.
Instead I found myself in hell.
People aren't always what they seem.

I was blinded by "love", I am in love.
I love her and she loves me.
But so many questions come to my mind.
"Are we truly meant to be?"

I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know...
There's so much pain in my heart.
The things that we do and the things that we say,
Are tearing us apart.

I unclench my fists, I open my eyes.
I let out a heavier sigh.
Rubbing my eyes, I wipe these tears
As I look up at the sky.
In this poem, I used a lot of imagery to try and paint pictures and piece together what it's like when we all stare at something, eyes wide open (for whatever reason) and we just become unaware of ourselves whilst in deep thought. We just focus so deeply on what we're thinking about, and we get so lost, that as soon as we open our eyes, we don't even realize how little or how much time has passed. The shortness of this poem is supposed to mimicking how very little thinking can be a lot to take in at once.
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