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The southwind kisses my face
Beckons the blue sky
And Nature’s all loveliness.
On leaftop
Golden drop
Each other they chase
The clouds race!
I delve deep into these
For undefined bliss!
I blew bubbles in the air.
They weren’t robust
Pretty soon they burst
And were no more there.
I blew them thinking
That those pearly bubbles
Would go build a link
Betwixt me and the sky
And would fly high
To trap the clouds’ rumbles!
But they never really flew
Could never reach the blue
Of them so unfair,
To be soon not there
Fast disappear
Without showing my dreams the slightest care.
a childish rambling
 Jul 2013 Nirmalee
Chris T
Clothed green and red
outer layer
protecting the golden
treasure that lies beneath.
Mango,
ambrosia,
fruit of the gods,
placed down upon
our earth
for enlightenment.
One bite
such sweetness
blasting away every
taste bud,
an explosion in the brain,
turning us from human
to pure animalistic joy.
I love                                                  
you                                          
mango                             .
This is NOT a serious poem. I was bored and the **** just happened as I ate a mango. Enjoy (2013)
Skyscrapers are leaving no holes
skydrapers are leaving no holes
like asphyxiated moles we would die
gasping for a piece of sky!
 Jul 2013 Nirmalee
Sharina Saad
Strange Night...
Everything looks so queer
Walking on this strange land
When everything looks so unfamiliar...
Follows the heart that travels the mind...
Leading me to a strange path
Ending up in a dark alley...
With a strange someone...
So bizarre looking... so bizarre...
A dangerously looking man...
In the darkest place..
in my mind...
Strange....
Your eyes say it all
Says your silent sigh
Through the day and nightfall
The sufferings under the sky!
Reflects your face
The apathy of earthmen
That tests your muteness
Tests limit of your pain!
You are loyal you abide
Break yet never bend
In life's uneven ride
Man's best friend!
the more i see dogs the less i like men (voltaire)
 Jul 2013 Nirmalee
Sharina Saad
Afternoon nap, a siesta!
the spectacular view,
but eyes are told to shut
the sound of the ocean waves,
but ears are made to close
Perfect siesta!
The mind is dancing with the ocean waves..
The sea breeze is massaging the tired skin..
Dreams of heaven in my mind
Far off places, far away from this life
Relaxing...
The body, the mind and the soul...
 Jul 2013 Nirmalee
Sharina Saad
Hope is lost
Misplaced, perhaps?
Keep looking
You'll find it
right where you left it..
Keep searching....
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