Thursday, June 30, 2011
Crazy for You
You are the one for me,Crazy for your loveHold you forever in my loveUnconditional, unbounded, undefined.
My heart beats for youMy eyes see and ask theeto just stay there,and let me have this glance eternal
Roses for youfeelings for youheart for yousoul for you
Waiting forthe momentto see youagain.
Sunday, May 09, 2010
For you, My Mother!
Shining with your grace
Nurturing in God's praise
Mother! We love you!
- A Haiku (5-7-5, 3 lines)
Happy Mother's Day
Monday, March 29, 2010
WRITERS WRITE : A Short Essay
Writers write.
Writers are complicated, yet simple. They are monogamous, yet they crave diversity. They are creative, yet they destroy to create.
They break to make, not make to break. They test the strength of fragile to make them strong. They express the truth in a lie, the lie never in a truth.
They manipulate only to cut strings to make it so open, yet so indecipherable. They encrypt where they decrypt.
They worship the devil in prose to make angels pure. They worship the angels in poetry to make others see through their fall.
The rise of vices in not the grave of morality, but it's also the rise of ethics brought about by stark contrast in created imagination in the reader's mind by being totally immoral, with no morality to contrast with.
They dream illusions to create reality. Reality which never existed and can never exist. Yet, it becomes reality. Reality is their illusion.
They are magicians. They pull out rabbits, but they carry no hats. Their fiction is their lives. they live their lives, but they make destinies.
They get played out by destiny. But, they play out their own destiny. So much so, they live longer than their words that destiny let them create.
Writers are experimental. They complete them. They become them.
Writers write.
Writers are complicated, yet simple. They are monogamous, yet they crave diversity. They are creative, yet they destroy to create.
They break to make, not make to break. They test the strength of fragile to make them strong. They express the truth in a lie, the lie never in a truth.
They manipulate only to cut strings to make it so open, yet so indecipherable. They encrypt where they decrypt.
They worship the devil in prose to make angels pure. They worship the angels in poetry to make others see through their fall.
The rise of vices in not the grave of morality, but it's also the rise of ethics brought about by stark contrast in created imagination in the reader's mind by being totally immoral, with no morality to contrast with.
They dream illusions to create reality. Reality which never existed and can never exist. Yet, it becomes reality. Reality is their illusion.
They are magicians. They pull out rabbits, but they carry no hats. Their fiction is their lives. they live their lives, but they make destinies.
They get played out by destiny. But, they play out their own destiny. So much so, they live longer than their words that destiny let them create.
Writers are experimental. They complete them. They become them.
Writers write.
Monday, January 04, 2010
Happy Birthday (Mother)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Your hugs are blissful,
As a thousand sun rays'.
Your care is caressing,
Nurturing as honey and milk.
Your smiles, to us, bring Joy;
As Joy is brought in our creation-
So, to us, as God created you!
Love you with Love!
Your hugs are blissful,
As a thousand sun rays'.
Your care is caressing,
Nurturing as honey and milk.
Your smiles, to us, bring Joy;
As Joy is brought in our creation-
So, to us, as God created you!
Love you with Love!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
The Song of a Lover's Soul
To fly in my waking dreams,
Loving you, till the end of eternity.
Caressing your love with mine-
As my heartbeat sings your melody.
The fantasy of the God,
The lure of the Spirit,
The entwining of the Union,
Is my prayer devoted to you!
Kisses unborn, to touch your feet
In Reverence of your Purity,
To bathe in your Aura of Beauty,
To feel your touch of Bliss...
To be bestowed by your presence
Lasting a moment, still..
I'll catch you, in that gaze,
And make that gaze a vision of my soul.
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To love a soul absolutely, is the zenith of accomplishment, a culmination of fulfillment, even if the other person doesn't even know you exist. To love a beloved in an unloved lover's dreams, to pray for even a chance to have momentary presence in lover's life, the lover will trade it for his life, for his aim in life was to have her. Even a gaze in her eyes, is enough to satisfy the soul of the lover, and the only true bliss is to have that remembrance of joy, that vision forever, even in death.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Remembering You, My Love ...
Soothing Memories
Of You
Sing their melody.
Divinity, Radiant
In your words immortalized
In my heart
Remembering You,
My Love, My Love
Forever...
....
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