To love is not to wound deep,  
Words unkind, a debt we keep.  
Illness calls for care, not scorn,  
Rudeness reaps what hate has born.  

No excuse for hearts to stray,  
Kindness lights the darker way.  
In bonds we build, let grace stay,  
Disrespect breaks what love may lay.

Laugh, Pagliaccio.

For sorrow now knocks,
and racks upon you
its thousand woes

Laugh, Pagliaccio.

As the mourning dew,
adorns your withered rose

Laugh, Pagliaccio.

For the thorny nest,
now covets.
That blackened heart

Laugh, Pagliaccio.

As from this bed,
you’ll never come to wrest;
Ever-nested in ****** vines.
You’ll writhe, each ****** day.
So forgo any and all hopes of rest
And—

Laugh, Pagliaccio.

Whilst the furrows deepen,
and the time for tears, comes down weepin’,
to dole over joys no more leapin’,
joys that strain, under sadness, now seepin’,  
As unsown fruits ripen;
and become the unworthy’s reapin’

Truly,
heartbreak’s come
and taken all—
worth keepin’

Laugh, Pagliaccio.

Not for the people’s pay,
no—
for the fool that you are,
swayed as you were,
like child’s play.

Laugh, Pagliaccio.

The people restless;
clamour, bicker and fight.
In wait for their beloved Pagliaccio;
the clown with wit and humour rife.
So adorn your mug with that ghastly white,
and let them gaze.
Upon the clown of wit and humour rife;
not a man suffering under muted plight,
nor one vengeful;
of horrors, in spite.

For you, by fate have been chosen,
to carry,
this chip and blight.
Now, heavy heart, make light
and brave these jagged waters,
that ill-humour has tasked you smite

Go now!
Caper in. To the jester’s tent.
But beware;
be not seen under the searing light.

Those cursed with observer's eyes
watch without sound
in the loud crash of a city's downfall
Although a curse,
those blessed with those eyes
can build kingdoms
with just a look
But silent, they stay

How can one not be wary of the lord's
great skies
but be aware of every grain
of sand among the stores
How can one watch in quiet
as his superiors fall
but jump at the sound of a mere
whisper

Those cursed stand alone,
but yet everyone lies inside their heart
big, but empty
Silent but yet the windows of the souls
showcase chaos
I always wondered why his eyes looked so sad

Three o’clock morning
a solitary hour of pillow turning
                 I gaze at a dark open tunnel
                                             lacy funnel

Are your pursuits still with me ?

                eyes odes to life’s quests
                       now starseeds luminous
                           where there was a nose
                                  a pyramid of pink rose
                           perfume perceptible sweat

            tears trickle silver snail trails
                                 toward a waiting grail
                                    salt grains down the drain


Your voice
                   a whispering white butterfly
                                        fluttering gold
                                    on bare shoulder cold

                 Rivers circle bronzed
                                body and fingers in
                                      torrents of knowingness                          

in waiting garden a Tree of Life bears globular fruit as daily offerings from hot dark roots

                          a quiet hour
                          dissolves into luminous light
                             of spaceless  heights

bells ****** gently as I remember
                    our togetherness, watching
                                   cows in spring September
                             a celebration of Awakening

    now arms are shadowy
                   veins across a waking sky
                         justice, equality, freedom, Love as lessons dug in loamy Earth, passed ~

     my resilient heart opens wide
                             merges with your silent smile
                                             designing a
                                                            Peace Lily


©GhairoDanielsPoetry2020

Dear Anagha,

In a crowd full of people who know you, who admire you, and who try to be seen by you, I’m the quiet one. I don’t stand out. I don’t shout. But I’m always there — silently watching, silently walking out, with a kind of affection that doesn’t need attention. Just kindness. Just presence.

You’re beautiful — not just because of how you look, but because of how simple and genuine you are. That’s what draws me in. Your simplicity is rare, and it makes everything about you feel so real and honest.

Sometimes, I find your thoughts drifting into mine. It's strange, how even without knowing everything about you, I feel connected to the way you move, speak, think. I feel like I’m the one quietly hidden behind your eyes — unnoticed, but always there.
I see your eyes, it is black at night, brown at the presence of sunlight, and when I look into it, I only see myself.

Your voice… the first time I heard it, it stayed with me. It’s not just beautiful — it’s powerful, Like Haven in the air. And every time I see you, I find myself falling for you again. I can’t help it.

I try to make you laugh. Maybe it’s just my way of feeling a little closer to you, of hoping you’ll see me. Hoping, maybe, you’ll smile because of me. Thinking, if you smile, you fall for me, but whenever you smile, I am the one how fallen twice as hard as I find.

You might never know all of this. But I just wanted you to know that somewhere in the crowd, there’s someone who sees you differently. Quietly. Completely.

The stars above seem to know,
The secret words I dare not show.
Their light dances soft, pure, and true,
Echoing my silent, "I love you."

Yours Mayank,
Someone who cares more than you know.

Sometimes I forget who I am
What I look like
I forget what I've done
I forget what the universe thinks of me
Untouchable ;
Is who I am

Arms and legs
Joints and knuckles
Down to cells of my rusty ***** inducing aperture
I am nothing short of a miracle
Still breathing
Still living

No purpose
Not a single use
Just
Alive

Crystal gusts whistle—
fox paws print icy gravel
by evergreen pines