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When you play your guitar

Stars blink, moon smiles

The sky shines in the dark

As you tune in from behind.

Seeing this my heart sings

With the ears mellow my eyes

Un voleur gets the miracle wings

In the melody, wanders and lies.

Relinquished

A year has gone by

I did nothing

My life went unsung

With it still,

In your trees

Birds chirped

Flowers bloomed

Said a charming hi

How kind is your world

In which this fallen tune

Is a part

How warm

Greif! For what

I know not

I rejoice in the space!

Moments welcome,

Pour in my flute,

Your sweetness

The constant

You are not afraid of my memory,

Your love is stable, constant.

When over will be my story,

Another journey will step in an instant.

Farther I go from you,

It is only my shift, distance.

You never moved in the blue,

Desert you wouldn’t ever your glance.

In my choice, this poem of a game

Recall ends only to begin

I win for a time, time and again

Fearless in the ramble, you lose only to win.

Twins

The golden lock

Peace is not your whiskey

It is not either your sex

It is that one little key

For most challenges complex!

You have a way with those pretty words,

For them, you end up in petty wars,

No matter how mighty you think you are

You kill your selves like powerful cowards!

Pray you sit with your selves and think,

So your willies and lusts are over for good

Peace as it were, is waiting to unlock and blink,

Winsome words tarrying to charm, just as they should!

The silver key

Moonlight unlocks

Embraces trees, grasses

Brooks, waterfalls, fountains

Unabated, illogical romance

In the music and the dance

Intoxication and love-making

Spreads through the leaves

Smiles, and flirts with the breeze.

The troubled world overlooks, blocks

Eye for an eye, its words, proverbs

Live in the dark,

Its frozen ears don’t listen

Cold eyes hiss, don’t see

The warmth in the air kissing

The quiet so clear, unworried and free

Missing it is for long, the silver key.

The golden lock

Peace is not your whiskey

It is not either your sex

It is that one little key

For most challenges complex!

You have a way with those pretty words,

For them, you end up in petty wars,

No matter how mighty you think you are

You kill your selves like powerful cowards!

Pray you sit with your selves and think,

So your willies and lusts are over for good

Peace as it were, is waiting to unlock and blink,

Winsome words tarrying to charm, just as they should!

The silver key

Moonlight unlocks

Embraces trees, grasses

Brooks, waterfalls, fountains

Unabated, illogical romance

In the music and the dance

Intoxication and love-making
Spreads through the leaves

Smiles, and flirts with the breeze.

The troubled world overlooks, blocks

Eye for an eye, its words, proverbs

Live in the dark,

Its frozen ears don’t listen

Cold eyes hiss, don’t see

The warmth in the air kissing

The quiet so clear, unworried and free

Missing it is for long, the silver key.

Survivor

I am a survivor

in the ways I float and meander

life is what I marry and choose

I am not dying to win,

nor succumb do I if I lose.

I have no worth,

no shame saying that aloud

away from the wing of words –

a plastic arena that’s bold and proud,

beholds my wind as meek

lapidates it with every unwilling brick

a game that clouds the unsure and the weak.

love's alive in my trip – in my warm world,

it would forever garland my ring,

without feud, skirmish

while people will kill for people's sake

with anger, rage, revenge – I deem as far too fake,

borders, fences, minds will never cease to please

glooms in the brain, never to heave a sigh...

yet peace is just as much at ease,

never to perish

lost or won, with or without worth as it might be

me and my journey, relaxed and breezy

will live through the knot, forever bond and tie.

Truth falls in place

Even in the gutter or litter

I smile, I will to be, I glitter

Even in pages of differences and deaths

I ask you to live, my whiff gives you breaths

Even in the hands wheezing wrath, mayhem

The raging flame inside wills to write a poem

This is the truth, truth it is, this is!

Even words out of place, long to feel the breeze...

The womb

World is but a womb

Sentient beings travel deep inside

In comfort, born, only born, with pride

Begin, only begin to blossom

This unending journey, is a mystery to learn

That it is one; it cannot be lost or won

That lives in this space, can console the tomb.

Irrelevant

Words nest inside,

yearning for wings.

The sky invites,

provokes from within.

From the den, eyes behold the blue

so many times, yet so new,

what words want to write

ruffle, ripple, rewind.

No point, coming out in the air…

to show, what the spread had not yet seen!

The simmer’s on as it were

while words can imagine.