Archive for the ‘ Poetry ’ Category

Shadow of One’s Soul

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As life turn the page of time
Unknowing and unforgiving.
He walks amongst the crowd,
His costume is his emotion.

To let unknowing
And not showing.
The pains and hurt
That time has brought.

The shadow colors all
Light will not drive it away.
It seems vile and sinister
But it knows not good or evil.

It is beyond such notions.
But it conjures fear.
Some embrace it
Others try to run away.

Unknown to them it masks the shroud
That mocks his devotion.
Unknown the winner of that duel
Or who now shadows who.

Unknown, alone and disowned
A cruel twist of fate.
Hoping one day he’s born anew
For shadow’s never disappear or fade.

The shadow of one’s soul
Forever lingering…

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My Butterfly

This poem is dedicated to a little girl of 6 who is watching a beautiful butterfly soaring in the sky, spreading her delicate wings on an Indian Summer. The little girl wants to capture the beauty of the butterfly but the butterfly remains elusive, just beyond her reach. The poem is about the feelings that run in this little girls mind…

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I was sitting on the porch, gaping at the pristine blue sky.
Enjoying the colours breaking slowly, on an Indian summer.
My eyes fall on a butterfly in fluorescent elegance,
Hoping from flower to flower to collect nectar.
 
A delicate and beautiful butterfly, so full of life,
Quietly swirling in the breeze, hovering calmly.
I still myself and track her flight,
Trying to capture, the eloquence.
 
Breezy it is, as she flaps her wings.
I try lunge forward to capture her.
But she’s too quick and eludes me.
Just beyond the mesh of my imagination.
 
Towering in flight, scything through foliage,
Tricking me time and again, I chase to exhaustion.
The more I chase the further she flies,
More elusive she becomes, frustrating me.
 
I want her to know, I wouldn’t hurt her.
I just want to see her up close and personal.
Capture her everlasting beauty in my eyes,
To re-live the beauty with my eyes closed.
 
For from the start, I always knew deep inside,
That I would not be allowed to keep her.
I guess it’s hard to accept that, I will have,
To let her go and watch her fly away.
 
My Butterfly, for once settle on my hand and then…
You can test your wings and fly to the herd.
For you still decide when to say goodbye!!!

 

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My Sweet Addiction

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I am addicted to you.
There’s no other way to explain why,
my heart races and my knees weaken,
whenever I am with you.
And why I feel as though something is missing,
whenever we’re apart.

I yearn to see you.
Your dark tresses wayward on your shoulder,
your eyes like dew drops on a flower.
Your confidence makes even nature lose its senses.
In my dreams these glimpse will remain.

I ache to touch you.
My fingers brushing over your body like soft wind,
teasing you and making you shiver in delight.
I want to feel you twitch beneath my hands,
as I explore your sexy exquisite form.

I crave your kiss.
Whether it’s a tender hello or a passionate lip lock,
I need you beside me, filling me in with the heat of love.
The elation of watching your body shudder in release,
for this is sweet addiction to you.

A sweet addiction is the only explanation…

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