Forgot to erase…..

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The saline pearls that I forgot to erase………

Bleached out are all my witless vanities in a blink;

Repose, I wordlessly in the moth-eaten coffin and think.

Echoing her name from the elite memories, I have;

Pine I, the balmy touch and warmth of aroha she gave.

 

Oh asterisks! Bedim your glint, for eyes gestates my soulful moon;

Hither descends the angel of mine, aah…my life’s paragon boon.

Autumns she, as the maiden ray of sun and departs as the last rain;

Bequeathing my desolate heart unquenchable, all panting in pain.

 

Robs she, the bereft and sterile soil from my rusted grave;

Aflame in the acerbic quagmire of aloneness, and aggrieve.

Spited she, kneels in orisons and hollow handed, walks off;

Finding operose, the bracing stores of intimacy, to throw off.

 

Oh God, stream your grace, afford me a lone breath of life;

Know you not, knots of love are insubordinate to Death’s knife?

Engrossed in the absolute foolery of winning life’s bootless race;

Treasured salty pelts on her sugared cheeks, I forgot to erase.


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The longing………

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This longing is for my Mother, who is geographically distanced but emotionally connected. Missing her crazy in my lonesomeness.

Magical night and a majestic moon,

The stars arrayed to scintillate soon.

My stark soul, awaits a glimpse of you;

And aching heart hopes the spirits, renew.

Like the oceans binding the waves, agile;

My eyes behold your sunshine smile.

When bouts of pain, my eyes betray to confine;

To your allaying grace, I taciturnly entwine.

Doomed are my lips, for I cannot kiss your feet;

Sanctified are my dreams, in which you e’er meet.

Although the fondness of your breath is poles apart;

Its fragrance steeped in my soul, can ne’er depart.

Come up, my dearest mother, in placid paces,

And lodge in my dark voids and light up all spaces.

Ensure, the night will not pull round for long;

So hush me down quickly, with your soulful song.

Short-winded, I am, for the divine love of you;

The altruistic and purest, so undying and so true.

Breathe softly in me, your fervid and eonian love;

Nourish with tenderness, this petite seed, you sow.

The Submerge!

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In my sottish haze and in my weariness,

I date my spirit ….my tender memory of love;

My moon and moonshine; my sun and sunshine;

My garden and water; my grape and grape wine.

Swooning to a celestial tune, to the soulful strain of love;

I breathe in, every wee drop of Elysian ecstasy.

Torn and born in your love, I am fated to you, my beloved.

Ceasing my search and leading my life in you.

Drawing in repose and unfreezing my agony in you.

Intoxicated by your love to the rim……

Chancing no other argue to frown,

I just drown……….drown to the unfathomable grace of YOU.


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Evermore…………I stay on.

paper_boatIn the shallowness of your ‘Love Lake’

My fortunes of subsisting are very bleak.

I can neither vie to live nor to die,

Apart from airing an unsounded sigh;

Such is the astuteness of your love.

No matter how natural I submerge in you;

I manifest myself afloat

In your superficial waters;

Rowing my emotive boat.

In the hollowness of your heart,

I exist, sating vacuum of some sort.

Being a good deal in you,

In you, I lack a space.

Oh……….what a disgrace!

No matter how sorely, my heart bleeds;

To bide with you, is what it pleads.

Convinced, I am.

No matter how many oceans, my eyes shed;

They can ne’er puff up your shoal.

No matter how many times I call up you, dame;

Your cored out heart can never echo my name.

All the same…

In the shallowness of your love,

In the hollowness of your heart,

Evermore……………I stay on.


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The Prowess!

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Miserably disappointed with searching images and its copyrights, I have decided to go on my own. The below image is a rough sketch drawn by me. The shadow effect is the photo editor’s courtesy. I hope the image is not that bad. 🙂

Oh my dearest, you know not,

The fine prowess of loving.

And I know not other than such thing.

A nerve to sound out, I bear not.

But I say with a bemoaned heart;

There are merely two ways of lasting life:

One, you know not;

And the other…..I know not.

A Slumbering Shadow…..

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Detest me not so grim, to love you is, what I cannot.

What worth to you, will be my heart- a fractured pot.

You command a calamitous philia that I dare not give;

Otiose you sow the seeds of love, my stark heart deny conceive.

 

You are a solacing stream. In you, my afflictions defy to grow.

 I am an abstruse ocean, in concert, we can ne’er flow.

Alike my loyal fantasm, you trace my spirit in low and high;

 I brave not your eyes rain in pain, your soul shrivel and sigh.

 

Your thirsty psyche beg of unstinted cup of love, on knee;

Sip you not and sully your life, becoming WE is a mirage to see.

 A debile and a scorned soul I am, endure no lasting nest to fly;

Do not confide in my wings, your faiths are sealed to die.

 

Ceaselessly you yearn for me, grueling yourself, day in and out;

You couch me in your orisons, in this, I harbor no edge of doubt.

I am an ephemeral cloud, bereft of repose- your pursuit all in vain;

Consume wisdom- your pedes bound to leech and pain is what you gain.

 

To love you back, I am deflowered………………but I do partake a care;

For your sanctified locus of feelings, I am plainly no compare.

Do not contend to wake up for me, I am a slumbering shadow;

Long-drawn-out is my dormancy, await you not in any meadow.

Guest Post- Seeing a Woman: A conversation between a father and son.

Hi All,

While searching randomly for a good reading, I came across this wonderful blog infused with  amazing insights and thoughts. Please do not misunderstand this as a blog promotion. I agree, if you tag this as a promotion of wise thoughts. I am sorry to say but I am allowed to repost just an excerpt from the original post by  Mr.Nate Pyle.

Here it goes……

 

Someday I am going to have to have the conversation with my son. No, not the conversation all parents dread giving and all kids are mortified having. I enjoy making people uncomfortable so that conversation should be fun.

No, I’m talking about another conversation. The one that happens after I catch his eye doing what male eyes do well – following an object of lust. We will probably be out at the mall, because that’s what dads do with their sons, and I’ll catch the look. Maybe we’ll go to the beach and see it. Doesn’t matter where it is, there will come a time when I will see it. And then it will be time for this conversation.


Hey, come here. Let me talk to you. I saw you look at her. I’m not judging you or shaming you. I know why you did. I get it. But we have to talk about it because how you look at a woman matters.”

A lot of people will try and tell you that a woman should watch how she dresses so she doesn’t tempt you to look at her wrongly. Here is what I will tell you. It is a woman’s responsibility to dress herself in the morning. It is your responsibility to look at her like a human being regardless of what she is wearing. You will feel the temptation to blame her for your wandering eyes because of what she is wearing – or not wearing. But don’t. Don’t play the victim. You are not a helpless victim when it comes to your eyes. You have full control over them. Exercise that control. Train them to look her in the eyes. Discipline yourself to see her, not her clothes or her body. The moment you play the victim you fall into the lie that you are simply embodied reaction to external stimuli unable to determine right from wrong, human from flesh.

 

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