The colours of us

The colours of us

1 March 2016

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Radiant

Your presence a gift

I unwrap

In silence

You are present in absence

Soundless story told

 

Love defines

Landscapes of hushed pines

Ringing soft

Needles’ rhymes

Working their magic mending

Tattered souls of old

 

Trails are cold

The scent of heart stays

Beyond stamps

Of meaning

Beyond the doubts now clearing

Remnants of footsteps

 

I am strong

Will more than biceps

Birthing stars

I exhale

Stories of love told on Mars

Which fierce spears inhale

 

Eye to eye

We meet our semblance

In mirrors

Of bright words

The shepherd beckons to herds

Through staff in the pen

 

Clucking hen

Cooped up in the dark

Her wings torn

Her eyes wild

She loses a daily child

Harvests of the mark

 

Trading point

Our prayers now joint

Hidden walls

Cold membranes

Count of numerous blue valves

Between Heart and brains

 

We see not

The wilting jasmine

That invokes

Scent of spring

The ghost of love that we bring

It beckons dying

 

We will dance

Like sightless flowers

Pliable

Bending slow

To the winds orchestrating

The colours of us

 

Reading of the poem: 

He needs me – Hindi Zahra

The Man I Love – Hindi Zahra

Stand up – Hindi Zahra

Silence – Hindi Zahra

At the same time – Hindi Zahra

Beautiful Tango – Hindi Zahra

 

 

Spring cleaning

Spring cleaning

7 February 2016

Courtesy igreeny on deviantart.com

 

Life condemns

The flailing fledglings

Cast on limb

Broken souls

Searching for key in other

Inside dwell answers

 

Succession

Of partners flurry

One night stands

Hurried love

Immersion in dark dwellings

Caves for the half-baked

 

Truths simmer

Under the fleeced skin

Wincing taut

Stand at ease

There is light in the shadows

Not all courts martial

 

Immersion

A haunting thought creeps

Diving deep

Into hides

My skin seeks more than the touch

Invading senses

 

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Senseless games

Playing one’s own mind

Losing fast

Hand in sling

All the doubts that they will bring

These pawns that we move

 

Handicapped

One hand claps never

Alone pale

Barely snap

Fingers attempting some joy

Whistle stuck in throat

 

When to learn

Perhaps when skin peels

Efforts lost

Clapping hard

Against chest flanks jagged ribs

Some hands claps sever

 

I aim soft

At moving targets

Illusion

Breach of trust

The steely will now does rust

Red the waste matter

 

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Imagine

Colours of a beak

Glory’s peak

Word to speak

Iridescent mouth hardened

By years of trials

 

The wise ones

They arm with patience

The waiting

Discovery

Going through the kernel’s path

The way to the self

 

You can clean

Arches of doorways

Rid cobwebs

Of spiders

The room’s content lost treasures

Other lifetimes’ hunt

 

Spring cleaning

Relentless forte

I wear it

Bright motto

Speleologist grotto

My search sane and blunt

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Seafret – Atlantis

Seafret – Oceans

Seafret feat Rosie Carney – To the Sea

Seafret – Give me something

Seafret – Wildfire