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