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A birthday wish

Wake me up morning breeze
cradle me 'til sunshine places
warm kisses on my cold cheeks.
Let the coolness of night vanish
when I open my eyes gently,
to unwrap my life present of today.
As I unfold my experience wrapper
for the day, let my joyful heart hum
love songs with melodies not heard before.
Grant me sweets of spirit 
as I acquire new shades of 
precious life I so adore,
before m...

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love lifepath

Mystique

Like a gypsy I dwelled in search of you,
when found, you quenched my thirst with 
your soothing praises of a certain love forgotten.
Unshackled me from chains of misery
you guided me to your loving embrace
out of the labyrinth of my insecurity;
no touch was enough nor words were much,
rekindled a fierce passion within me
mirroring my beauteous self in your eyes
I have found my love oasis ...

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love life

Gem

Silent stood time,
when you came to mind.
Pure delight it sought, 
in each and every thought.
Talks of ours will be cherished,
for I will never let it go perished.
Admiring our words with such amaze,
laughing about our selves like craze.
Cheered each other all the while,
till we got back our forgotten smile. 
Became friends unnoticed by all,
cocooned our hearts with a pious love shawl.
...

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friendship

Unmoving

Changing seasons,
unstoppable ticking time,
none willing to stop, yet
I freeze in time it seems.

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limbo

Noshes greed

Little hairy larva, dare not look away,
I know you ate all the shrubby petals in this garden so great.
Now look around, the flowers cry in disdain,
why are you so perky during the sunny days?
Heaven for munchies you think of this flowery place,
why so ravenous you are each moment of the day?
If this garden were the battlefield of hunger games,
you would take away the prize, priding as winne...

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depression/ humor

Desolated desert rose

Nothing could I do to ease your pain,
though you were in my reach.
Silently you broke down with torment,
still I failed to pick up your pieces to save you from misery.
Petrified my whole body became, when 
screams of being disdained always, I heard.
Love was nowhere to be found, it was just
a sweet mirage in our desert of despair. 
Grievance of yours I braced as my own,
this love tempest ...

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Saporem vitae

 

Relishing indelible memories 
from the chalice of an awed life;
swallowing a soupçon of adventure,
while savoring the lusciousness of death only.

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life path

Waltzing towards my grave

Lost in life's serenade 
I stood frenzied on my toes,
surmising a glorious dance with death.
Spellbound by his dark sight,
I gently slid my hand into his.
Our feet swayed on the path unknown,
enthralled by the rapture of the moonlit gloom.
All cleared their way for us,
dazzled by our performance well honed.
Rising in my euphoric existence,
when my being was overjoyed;
Descending back in...

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life and death

Pretense

Sight of grieve stricken eyes,
Mirroring a disquiet heart;
One stains a gullible face,
With the tears failing to stop,
While the other breaks into several pieces,
Unseen to the world…
Yet I endeavor to escape such muddled state,
And profess as gallantly as one can,
Using all my guile in mere pretense of aloofness,
Persuading the whole world otherwise…

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life

Why would it matter

Would it matter, would it matter at all
if one more life withers and falls?
Perhaps it would, perhaps it would not
if one more life ended now or later.
But if not, why roll that tongue to
condemn the already dead as weakling?
Never did you stand in their shoes
so proclaiming a self taught prejudice is your shameful act.
Why feel offended if truth be told
with words pinching like needles t...

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life and death

Costume

Why complain for another costume, 
you willingly wore the darn thing, didn't you?
Now it's up to you to thread your own needle,
because during performance, none other performer 
will have time to stitch your torn pocket.

Ohw, I see, but if you won't stitch that pocket
of yours, you might lose valuable collections
during the play, in which you are the important
gypsy of course....

Now,...

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life path

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