Sirens sailors sink
21-22 September 2017
Mossy waves
Floating petals shades
Everglades
Wonder’s point
The colours observed disjoint
Hues of red and blue
Colour rule
Teachings of old school
Pupil mild
Like a child
Outer quiet inner wild
Rocking the boat two
Ship at sea
The mind keeping low at bay
Thunderous
Waves that bring
Ship wreck to my toe nail pink
Sirens sailors sink
Reading of the poem:
Sirens’ song
The shades of my Heart
2 March 2017
Ring me tone
For a Love to hone
Bitter taste
Shades of waste
The shadows flown out in haste
Layers of the Love
Spill me green
Astride ashes strewn
On the moon
Maidens swoon
We waited yet got not boon
Lovers quit too soon
Seventeen
Verses that could count
Smuggled sweet
Across street
Two thousand now in between
The shades of my Heart
Reading of the poem:
The colour of Love – Yakuro
Wuthering Waters
3 November 2016
Stigmata
Remnants of the blood
Oozing free
From my wrists
Open palms where there were fists
The fruit in the tree
Of life’s shades
We gathered sunsets
From rewards
To regrets
One hand gives the other gets
Highways from the skies
True shun lies
The wayward promise
The point miss
Take to spades
Buried corpse Heart to liver
The strong deliver
Two coins
They twirl together
Synchronised
Symphony
One dark weight one light feather
Alternate abodes
Fear erodes
Semblance of the faith
The meek wait
Their weight stance
Of the pathways in between
The dark and the sheen
Love implodes
Where humble meet wrath
Princely names
Playing games
At peaks where torrent explodes
Wuthering waters
Reading of the poem:
The Day before You Came – Tanita Tikaram
Like ghosts in the rain
3 June 2016
Winding through alleys
Cutting through the Tuscan winds
Shades of summer skies
Do you remember
The streets stretched out like cobwebs
Green lanes sprawling out
We twirled like spiders
Spinning webs of memories
Glistening in the dark
All those moments fade
Like the storm that once blew hard
Subsiding glowers
The seasons slow-paced
They walk into each other
Never-ending dance
Untouched shades of us
Fighting under dark waters
Against oblivion
I know a small nook
Where we twirl silently
Like ghosts in the rain
Reading of the poem:
Oblivion – Piazzolla
Milonga del Angel – Piazzolla
Rain tango
Paced footsteps
29 May 2016
Lonely times
Gathering instants
Cast battles
Shades of scars
Revisiting lost ventures
In twilight’s shadows
Cancer grows
Where the truth falters
Purity
Forsaken
Foundations of cells shaken
By the rampant lie
Reckoning
The past shielded fruit
Covered space
Brittle lace
Icings falling off a cake
Of mouldy sweetness
Bitter taste
Of stale emptiness
Unresolved
Surging bile
Opposites in mind beguile
The waning sweet smile
Lost a while
In the frenzied pace
Renewal
Of resolve
The tides of rebirth absolve
Every living soul
Scent of space
Time immemorial
Renewed grace
Paced footsteps
Walking down the hedged lane
The trees exhale scents
Reading of the poem:
Song of the Stars – Dead Can Dance
The garden
27 May 2016
Inside us
Swallows and larks sing
Open beaks
Coursing sound
Promise by which we are bound
To golden rivers
Shades of green
Illuminating
Purple sheen
Light so keen
Pervading the sunburnt lands
The growth always wins
The garden
Survives all bleak storms
Only norms
Lie in Love
Unadulterated choice
For Hearts to rejoice
Reading of the poem:
Agape – Dead Can Dance
The kingdoms of past’s abyss
6 April 2016
I seek art
Its twining effect
Wipes regret
White cloister
Inner beginnings bolster
I mingle with air
I am Time
Immemorial flow
Inner glow
Never blinds
The eye embraces all kinds
Of realms of glory
Wisdom speaks
But from open Heart
The mouth pale
Molded stale
Projections of shallow thoughts
Uttered unto lips
I hear Trees
Growing with new life
Beyond strife
End panic
The moves slow counter drastic
Measures of the spades
Within shades
The light grows silent
Slithering
Into sight
Fading past morrows delight
We walk on waters
Truth falters
On the brink of lies
Surging waves
Sweeping knaves
The kingdoms of past’s abyss
Their goal gone amiss
Reading of the poem :
Misterio Interlude – B Tribe
To blooming woman
28 March 2016
Magical
Twirling into world
Reborn blue
Stirred anew
Discover your inner shades
Walk between the blades
You are breath
Inscribed in divine
Beating heart
Birthing womb
Of all spate you are the tomb
Restless their questions
Hear the call
To blooming woman
Answer shine
Build the shrine
The Edge of Humanity
Achieving balance
Reading of the poem:
Waltz of the Roses – Eugen Doga
Finding inner observer
15 March 2016
Oblique talk
Shades of consensus
Misread quote
Wizened heart
Blinder now to what you wrote
I trace back footsteps
We did rhyme
Once upon a time
In perfect
Unison
Split seconds dividing words
Gentle streams to hop
Now we may
Every now and then
Find a way
To patch works
Of graffiti on stone walls
That watch us silent
The meanings
They take on the tolls
Of taxes
Paid heavy
In price of blood sacrifice
Crevasses to leap
Every drop
Takes me now further
Wilderness
Engulfs me
Fogs of heat swarm around me
As I sow your seeds
Tomorrow
We will talk like mutes
Heart to heart
Soul to soul
Finding inner observer
As I draw from wells
Reading of the poem:
Quiet Letter – Bliss
Reveal – Bliss
Trust in your Love – Bliss
Shades of inhumanity
14 March 2016
Locked glances
Diving into you
From your eyes
Through your soul
We speak the language of love
And Humanity
Our ribs hurt
Over throbbing hearts
They stretch out
Burnt desires
Smouldering coals in fires
Of the brightest red
We gather
Memories of lost stars
Lights’ remnants
Pearl pendants
A meek girl turned masterpiece
Of pain and sorrow
Love is spent
In pennies for lives
Burgeoning
Bloom cut short
As pieces of tinsel roll
Between grubby hands
Somewhere dark
A candle was snuffed
Five small puffs
Blew it out
Each breath a string of our sins
Perplexing choices
I cradled
A deep sense of loss
Stark futures
Scribbled grey
Shades of inhumanity
As lilies withered
Reading of the poem:
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