Night through dawn…

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The dark was drenched with rain 
babysitting the mind
Stretched to the adulthood of night 
like a clone walking side by side
Fully grown up in physical description 
bearing his dazzling intellect

The night was quiet 
yet burning was undisclosed
Deep in  consciousness 
adventure was a-brewing  
Flying everywhere 
seeing what's under the wings

Flickering lights below
Gaped with distant eyes 
Waves of scenes brought to the shore
On the sands of timeless future
The past has been written in history
And pages had been read  

Man had been scorned as slaves
Death was the punishment for the braves
Leaders were looked up as gods and goddesses
Their people pushed as pawns 
To win or lose safeguarding their name
Satisfy their egos and silly pride  

The late night has come to dawn
to deliver a new beginning
and listen to a new noise
To witness a fresh milestone 
to become another history
written as a youthful novel of the recent times... 

 
 


 
 

at life’s crossroads…

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he’s not a hefty load
and i cherish it
he lingers on his own grip
acting as the captain of his ship

younger days that slipped away
different paths stood our ways
chosen one was quite a change
contrasting a rugged mountain range

he has chosen a concrete avenue
the extent and end he never knew
easy as it came to be
easy as the road stretched free

but the span of ease has to end that way
unpredictable, so was the time of the heyday
mother had to bid the world goodbye
life in existence money can’t buy

to me, he’s not a burden
as i walk my own way to life
he’s not heavy, he’s a light load
a brother, i can carry him at life’s crossroads…






For us…

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I wonder how to do it
how to do it right
When someone is watching me
every move that I take
If I should hide it
and silently make it
Will you take a notice
and tell the world that I…

Yesterday, you didn’t call me
I was waiting, waiting for a ring
The phone was lonely, lonely
to hear your voice at the other end
Oohhh, now the rain is here
now my world is cold
Please tell me if I should call
and make a note that I…

Forgetting the promise
forgetting the day
forgetting how you should say
“I love you”, “You love me”
Either of the two
will do, for you, for me…for us !

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The visit…

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i heard the clouds poured
the neighbors’ roofs flowed
but i didn’t see the waters
i felt it must be rain

a man just came here
a not so handsome one
he must not be ugly, the choice
i didn’t see him, just his voice

my mother was here
she can’t speak…


she touched my face
i can tell, her hands were warm and soft
with sagging skin through the years have yielded


she touched my chest, the faster the beat
she embraced me, i was baked by her heat
i touched her eyes, it was wet with tears
i touched her lips, it was quivering, struggling to speak

not a word she uttered, but kisses were showered
love was everywhere, the room has whispered
heavenly when i sniffed, the scent permeating
old smell of her dress revived her years of living…



Patience

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jaded feelings nearing a worn – out
pushing fresh rusty nails into his heart          
adding salty guilt on swollen wounds                
is patience abused, breaking the limits of his temper

liquids do overflow its brim
running  more distances  at the edge of his toughness
drawing out  power in excess from his meager stamina
is a test of patience, aiming for excellence

calmness at the height of a possible danger
guts and  bravery to conquer some fears
poised enough to  project control and composure
that is patience, it’s a virtue, a character

 


up in the sky…

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there’s a lightning outside my window
up in the sky
every bolt of current discharged
there’s a light
in every sound created
it’s thunder….boooommmm…
heavy rain follows
thunder and heavy rain
together, thunderstorm
but sometimes dense clouds
with no precipitation at all
only lightning, thus,
electrical storm or
a lightning storm…


Can’t think well!

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I have a blank mind tonight
It’s not working
My God, what’s happening!
I glanced a cup of tea beside me
I made it, three hours ago, I forgot!
It’s a brand of green tea
But it’s not green, it’s brown
Now it’s lukewarm, a little bit less lukewarm
I’m waiting for my brain to function
I feel a bit different at this moment
I can’t think well…..a bit squeezed
A bit loose, a bit slow to react…. 
All this time I’ve been sitting here
So, this is what I’ve made
This is all ! 
I have to post this and…
I’m posting it! 

 


A Little Prayer

lift me up, Oh Lord, and console me
shed the burden out and lighten my haul
free me, let me breakout from this rotten fold
take the lead and i’ll follow your direction
to a truthful and righteous intentions

let me listen to a wondrous voice
clear my thoughts from abundant lies
fill my heart with sincerest smiles
teach my lips to talk real truth
and never to speak even a single falsehood

strengthen my weak frail body
to once again fly with vibrant pride
to soar the wide and windy skies
to give me vigor and toughness
and to defy and defeat the evil of sins…Amen .











The Shadow, lust of their desires…

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In a flash of surprise
as i looked on the clear spot
in a place not far from my distance
a dark figure cast on the floor
head came out intercepting light 
from the side of the couch's head board 

first it was one, as i thought
later the head became two
came from the chest 
of the first shadow
proverbial pair, man and woman

it was a pleasant scene
kissing on the face and lips
caressing each others hair
then it became so torrid
as if it would not last

the romancing was long 
exchanging places, endless it seemed
without pause, without a breathing space
as if i was the one who would get drown  
in the sweetness of their exchanges

froth from one's mouth
i could feel the excitement 
from their hearts
the lust of their desires
the sensuality
the thirst

soon, the shadow got tired
they held each others lips 
then caressed
wiped each others lips 
with the woman's scarf 
with the man's hankie
then embraced
then a little talk

as they stood from the wide couch
little by little each face came to the light
but why i was the one who felt so nervous
afraid? annoyed? tense? shy?
a mixed of unfamiliar feelings
odd or baffling as i sensed familiarity

then the truth has been unfolded
the woman, the lady
the girl, it's her
she's my girl, my lady, my woman

as they went passed me
i called out her name
the response was silence not knowing me
my heart wept and prepared a revenge
drastic times call for drastic measures
i won't cry over spilt milk
damage has been done
it's over...


I close my eyes

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when i close my eyes
i see a lot
what i hear
what i dream
what i discern

more than i could figure out
the candle light in the dark
is Hope seeking to be pursued
more than anyone could feel
seeing behind the walls
the matters of the troubled past...

when i close my eyes
the right path appears
the footprints that i follow
the shadow that i chase
are the blessed route to trail...

when i close my eyes
the truth comes adrift
what's in my heart
are treasures that i keep
are goodness that i outreach...

closing my eyes
things are seen and noticed
when to draw conclusions
weigh a lot of doubts
decisions are folded...

when i close my eyes
i'm opening a book
an experience appearing to my mind
vividly,exploring the world
scouring the sea and sky
in a quest that will come to be...