Fallen soul

Plucking all petals of time, one by one,
throwing them in the dark well of memories;
I tasted freedom at last—
just when I thought,
a thorn pricked my soul.
Tangled with it were some moments—
part bonded; part liberated.
Pretending to be oblivious
in the twilight of awakening,
I deferred the deliverance of my soul till infinity.

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I loved you in that moment…

Aversions to the world melted
under the dark sky—
nameless and those
you and I christened.
A wounded heart cleansed
of the poison iced yonks ago.
In the dim light
your eyes shone brighter than the stars.
My heart emptied
to receive your love—
in those moments.

Filed under: Poetry , love

Life in a haiku

A life is lost

In each passing moment—

A life is born

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I’m now nobody, too.

I move away from myself

As I march toward you.

You were always nobody

I’m now nobody, too!

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Wanderer to Chimera…

My Being is Nothingness
I exist but like a Dream,
My pleasure is your Sleep
For you there seek me,
Seek Nothingness,
Explicable yet elusive
Your pleasure is your Pursuit,
You complement Me–
In your Sleep you view Nothingness.

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Over many lives…

In transient unions;
through enduring separations;
behind unknown faces;
inside talking eyes;
through unspeakable words;
in unbearable emotions
I lost you.
Just when I thought I found—
my soul mate.

Filed under: Poetry , Life, love

I dream of home…

I want to write a poem.
It is about a home
I spun in my imagination.
The walls of this home
are no taller than windows.

The sunlight pierces the glasses
to cuddle me until dusk.
The orange curtains and sunlight unite.
The maroon cushions blush.

From the abstract painting
a pair of eyes winks.
Doors frame the moon.
The chimes smile
when the wind throws a kiss.

Carnations, sunflowers, roses
drape the windows.
In autumn foliage is the carpet.
Flowers somersault in spring.
The garden is better half of the home
I always imagine.

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Dart like arrows
Maim images formed gently—
Words said too soon

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Wanderer to Chimera

Out of the womb I shoot forth, an arrow,
I surge, but only forward, Speed–
Life itself. Like Direction,
I race toward Inevitability–
Death?
Immortality?
Eternity.

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From agony to anger

In the veil of anger
agony hides.
Behind the face of agony
dwell forgotten lives—
howling for attention;
pleading for cure.

The veil of anger
is hard to rend.
How do I observe those unjust lives?
How do I heal the pain?

Filed under: Poetry