let the flowers blossom
in forests foothills,ravines

let a child explore
than implore his free spirit

rivers find their course
clouds in their free form delight

poetry is alchemy
beyond the laws of physics

elements of nature
air, water, fire, soil, ether
our very own being
mind body heart and soul
do substantiate
beauty in diversity

I love wild flowers
than those laid neatly in rows
I love poetry
for its essence than just form

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If ignorance is a disease,
don't let it fester!
Swallow the bitter pill of truth
dispell the false praises.
The honey-sweet lies given
to stroke your pride,
the poison that you took
to feed your self-indulgence
will not make you wiser.
It is halting you from becoming
the man that you must be,
one who deserves acknowledgement,
someone who is willing to strive
in the process of learning,
a man who has faced honesty
with such humiity that he benefits
from the experience

You
are
so
charmingly
enchanting
with
those
lush
irresistible
mystical
eyes
and
Your soul
is worldly
from dusk,
in the deserts
to dawn,
in the mountains
your mind
deep as
the ocean
and a
kiss
from
your lips,
an ancient potion
your presence
soft as flower petals
that fall from a rose, in a crown of thorns
upon my head.

MDT 2015

Line. Shade. Smudge.
Temptation of reliving pain
Poisons the unknown.

An undiscovered road,
Lead infused,
Drafts vivid memories,
Sinking between old and new.

New ideals
Attempt to compensate wounds.
Yet, internal wickedness
Contaminates growth.

Encapsulated emotions
Blur reality,
Distorting what’s to come.

With patterns redrawn
From sunrise to sunset,
Convergence remains,
And release from the past unmet.

The script unfolds
in the eyes
while lips read,
between the lines
of finger trails
treading over goosebumps
like braille

The script unfolds
page after page
eyes livid
in an ecstatic gaze
nerves tingling
in anticipation
of the climax

Lips part
eyes close
muscles tense
in sensuous yearning
as your nail scrapes
the final script
"Hurry, I can't wait"

his eyes were grills of cinnamon
now open to see a wonder of fencing
horribly polished chromes - the struggle,
the tusk of fallen stars, primus when the flesh become
shadows.In nocturne near futility of fragrance
amok the censers spectacle; before he started
his journey, his wife washed his feet, with her hair
but now, time to time, he roams, seeking refuge, Odysseus
undead while the feet agitate threadbare stumps
stars of the kingdom for the falling drought rain dancers.

Made separate from One
with a colourful burst,
at the beginning of creation.
Set forth to travel
through time and space,
for study and recreation.

Tasting the bitter
as well as the sweet,
as without both there's no comprehension.
Learning to travel the medium strip
to avoid unwanted tension.

Endlessly seeking harmonious joining
with others of similar vibe,
in an unconscious wanting,
an inherited yearning,
to restore the ancestral tribe.