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July 31, 2011

Wonderlight


There is a wonderlight that surrounds you.
There is a wonderlight that shines through your being tonight.

Clasp its million threads in your tiny fists,
Those million dreams that lay within you.
Relish and rejoice in them.

For you're the chosen one.
For your beauty surpasses those of mortals

There is a wonderlight that shines through your being tonight,
For you are the infinite one tonight.


Limbo

A tempestuous wind
Scour the depths of your face
You see outside
There is no dream
No hope.
Its just nowhere. This place,
Its an unknown gap between two dimensions.
A vast endless portrait of infinite.
An unaccounted space this is,
Forgotten by god and death.

And you have to accept your fate.
this is your hallowed abode,
where you are going to spend the rest of your life.
Distorted, distraught and Alone.
With only silence in tow.

July 23, 2011

Tête-à-Tête

We shall meet again
You & I.

By the quiet shores
Or maybe under the shadows,
of ancient trees and clouds.

What calls for the ocassion you enquire?
It is irrelevant to know of the reason
But of intent if you may ask,
Is to retrace the face that I once was.

May 14, 2011

Gentle Tulip Shines


There ain't no sunshine in my eye
But a little rainbow to see me through.
Waiting for this humble overture to set in
before I explore the man within.

The ashes of this divine creation stokes the closer air
As I sat across the man who was never there.
His intangible life lay beneath the veil stretched across my face.

We were two peculiar strangers a while ago.
Now we are closer than those intimate lovers.
An unending road laid in front of us
And our kaleidoscopic desires set the mood right.
A purple vortex and an unknown tangerine sky
All this I saw through my dilated eye.

There have been visions like this before
When the spirit of time has ceased to be
And along with the physics of mortals
It had spun infinite loops.
While I stood aside pardoned of every external force.

With that liberated ease of movement
And the perpetual motion of senses
I stood at the cusp of the infinite.
Ready to burst into thousand
Unbound, Free flowing, bubbles
As I see them dancing in front of me,
travelling through the portals of time and energy at will.

Those bubbles. That man.
The limitless road and a stimulated mind.
Those were the props of an extravagant night.