LIBERATE.

He lurks in the dark corners
Himself a dark, shadowy figure
As big as one conceives
Him to be
His has power - black!
He shows up when
You are vulnerable
And, in his eyes
You see yourself, mirrored
Cowering...
Your cataract vision
Creating a pseudo world
Of comfort
But, you are shackled
And you follow him
Like a faithful dog.


In that deathly silence
You hear it...
A voice so tiny
Muffled by his cloak
A whisper
Vibrates through your body
Reverberates your core
Pulsating
Breaking the shackles
Binds fall off
And you SEE....Light!
Its You who has to 
Conquer your fear
Conquer yourself
And, then only will you
Conquer your world. 


For - Mag 128

ALL GOOD THINGS.....

 Moonlight forces itself through
A barrier of the drapes
As they flutter in the wind
Casting a silvery glow
On your bare skin.

Je respire l`odeur de ton corps
As I open the curtain
For the moonlight to bathe you
Languishing in its magical spell
In its aura it envelopes you


Beads of your perspiration
Glistening like diamonds
I bend down to suck a bead
To think...
What did I do to deserve you?


You look so calm and peaceful
As sigh escapes me
Je serai i poete' et toi poesie
Let this poetry flow
I do not want this magic to end


A lone tear escapes
From the depths of my heart
As I stifle a sob
Qu`est-ce que je ferais sanstoi?


I fee my heart
To be heavy now
While it was flying
With you a moment ago


All good things come to an end
Someday.....
Till then, I will cherish
And, I draw the curtain close.


For - dVerse ~ Logophilia 2


**All the french phrases are taken from the internet.
Je respire l`odeur de ton corps means I breath the smell of your body.
Je serai i poete` et toi poesie means I'll be a poet, and you be my poetry.
Qu`est-ce que je ferais sanstoi? means what would I do without you.






      

LOVERS' COVE CHALLENGE #3

Linking to Lovers' Cove Challenge #3

Linking after Suzy

"The sweet whispers of our souls reflecting in the faces radiant with love"

For more connect here - Lovers' Cove Challenge #3

Andy  David - 

If I were an artist, I would create the most beautiful flower in your image.

Elen Lackner - 

And I would draw your lips like two petals of rose waiting for the dew.

Crystal - 

Brilliant strokes of pale September falling down softly upon your skin exposing the beauty within.

Radwa Pony - 

The beauty within your soul that kidnapped me to an endless dream of your own.

Balqis - 

In each stroke of the brush flows a great affection devoted to you, my love.

Suzy - 

Each colour relfecting the many seasons of your life and conveying all your intimate emotions.

BALANCING ACT.

Tea, coffee, milk
To each his own.
"Ewww! I can't eat this"
Heard at the breakfast table.


"Maaaaa, tell him not to irritate me."
Bang! goes the door.
"I want to play football"
Tak, tak, tak...


More screaming
As I turn deaf
The TV blares along with
The scuffling and bickering.


"Can't you stop their fight?"
"Ugh! I am watching TV"
And the volume goes up a notch
I throw up my hands.


Deep breathing
Counting up to ten...
How we try to remain sane
Amidst this daily madness!


For - The Think Tank Thursday - Sound.
          dVerse

RENAISSANCE MAN.

This canvas was blank
You painted it
With vibrant emotions
And myriad colors.


You do not have a wand
No magical words
Yet, everything becomes
Magical around you.


Composing brilliant symphonies
Playing with the chords
Of the heart
You orchestrated
Life like a melody.


Molding, chiseling 
And sculpting
Breathing life and beauty
Into this formless form.


You don't have wings
Yet, you watch over
Engineering everything
A master craftsman
Spinning and weaving words
Making me fly with you..


Are you a Polymath or Lord?


For - Poetry Jam
          dVerse Poets Pub

GOOD AND BAD...WITH A PINCH OF SALT!

Though in jest
Everyone said
I caused destruction
Where ever I went.
I was born on the 26th!!!
[Earthquake in Gujarat - 26 Jan 2001,
 Terrorist attack in Mumbai - 26 Nov 2008
 Tsunami - 26 Dec 2004...and many more.]
You destroy nature,
Nature destroys you....
Why play number game
And blame poor no. 8?
The wheel of life
Keeps turning
Some good times and 
Then some bad,
Nothing ever lasts.
Make use of the infinite
Possibilities that life casts
Rock on and have a blast!


For - The mag 127

MY FUNDA, MY TEA !

Three cups a day
Helps maintain a good
Bone density.
Damn! I just have two
If only, I had known
I may not have 
Broken my bone!


Statistics are for studies.


I fancy them
As their fancy names...
English Earl
Connoisseurs Delight
Morning Glory
Dim Sum Special
Taster's Choice.


They enhance my taste buds too
With Chamomile
Cardamom
Evening Primrose
Jasmine? Nay!


Oolong tea
White tea
Black tea
Green tea
Or any other color tea
Do I care, what process
They go through?

Neither do I care
If they contain
Caffeine
Amino acids
Antioxidants
Flavanoids nor 
Flouride.
Do I understand their properties...
That Polyphenol is a derivative of
Gallic acid - C6H2(OH)3COOh
And Catechin - C15H14O64H2O
Comprehend???


Japanese have an elaborate ritual
I have mine!
I make my tea
As I want it
Brewed strong
With water and milk
Just enough sweet
To satisfy my
Addiction and need.


For - dVerse ~ Poetics

APART

Ashada clouds gather
Dark and heavy
The winds blow
With a fury.
Are they in a hurry?
Or just angry?
This is the first
For both of us
The pangs of separation
Heightened
By the quenching rains
And the limitless promise
They offer...
But, all I do is 
Daydream
Wish I could halt
The time...
The time before this
Where I flowed 
Like a river
Overcoming obstacles
To meet and merge
With you
As one vast ocean
Of love.


Ashada - This is the fourth month in the Kannada and Telugu calender of Hindus. People avoid undertaking auspicious events
this month. The reasons are mainly man made beliefs. It is also believed that the daughter-in-law is not supposed to stay with her mother-in-law during this month, in the first year of marriage and so she is sent to her parents place and is separated from her husband for a month.


For - Bluebell books
          poetry jam

ENSCONCED.

Chic, savvy,
Rich - the paparazzi say so
The arm candy of a millionaire
Envied by every other girl
Who want to be in her shoes
(quite a collection there)
If only they knew!
She avoided their eyes
As it was a mirror to her soul.


For - Mag 126

BY A WHISKER.

He is always game for a quickie
Giving me those looks
Never missing an opportunity
To rub himself against me
Intercepting me
Luring me...
He knows me
And the way he looks melts me
No going back now,
I sit down and 
He comes straight to me
A few purrs
 Few rubs...
And he sleeps.


For - g-man

WORLD OF OUR OWN.

Sunrise and Sunsets
Never was so mesmerizing
When one is in love
The sky, moon and the stars
Take a new meaning
When the heart is romaticising.


In pain and hurt
When someone breaks your heart
You turn to the same
Sun, moon and the stars
For solace or to
Be mocked by them.


We live life
Then try to find
THE meaning...
Turning again to the same things
For strength,
Calm and peace.


Nature is all around
And abound
We don't really see
Until we really seek
All that exists outside
Also resides within us.


For - Poetry Jam
          Theme Thursday

AND THEY ESCAPED.

The dreams
Stacked on one another
Lay there
Firmly shut...rotting,
The doors closed,
Keys thrown out....
The pitchfork discarded
So, no one could rake them.
Until, one day
They conspired with each other
And pushed with their might
The rusty hinges
Offered no resistance
They tumbled out
One by one
To bask in the 
Glory of the Sun!


For - Mag 125 

SPELLS

The heat unbearable
As temperatures rise
My throat goes dry
As I sweat rivers
Under your gaze...
Pure fire of desire
Reflected in them
Sucking me into your vortex
Threatening to sweep us
The inevitable, impending
Storm of our love
I am panting for your touch!
I bloom from your springs
As your hot breath
Chills me to the core
Yet, I melt
As you take me to the
Depths of the ocean
Cold, dark and blue
Raising me to the peak
Brilliant, bright and breathtaking!
Tossed and turned
At your mercy
This sweet torture
Makes me wet
With tears
That rain down
From my eyes
As your tender looks
And touch
Says more than words do.


For - dVerse Poetics

MEANING(LESS)

Deep down in the Anahata
Everyone's good
And everyone is human too.
We want to experience all
We eat
We diet
We drink
We indulge
We also meditate
And contemplate
We have our reasons
We only live once.
We do good...not always
We are bad...not with intention
And we have our excuses
We join the rat race
Just for the heck of it
Following trends
And people
Comparing
Gaining and hoarding
Too much or too little
Never enough
Not really Happy
And so we seek
By middle age
We realize time is running out
We try to make amends
Right the wrongs...


What for?
If everything is predestined
Why try at all?


For- dVerse

ATTRAVERSIAMO

It's ok
Shit happens to people
Same Eyes
Different perceptions
Perfection!!
What is it?
No two thoughts are alike
No two people are alike
You don't see things coming
Until they hit you...
Smack! on your face
Many a times
A result of your choice
Moving on is life
Be open to let go.


For - Poetry Jaam
          dVerse

DAMSELS DAMNED!!!

Born with wings
Every intention to fly
And to reach the dizzy heights, 
Tarnished....
Manipulated by men
Used as a pawn
And many a times a puppet
In their vicious game
Of power and their righteousness
Wings clipped,
She was torn,
Lost her voice...crying,
They were all 
Blind, deaf and mute
Or pretended to be so
So she let go
And beat them to it!!


For - Mag 124