Love is Death

Death is Eternal...Eternal life
Love is Peace...Even six feet underground
Death grieves you...Love leaves you.
Love steals your heart...
And feeds it to the wolves.
Death takes you when Love breaks you,
Death bleeds you when Love forsakes you.
Yet we Love and Die every day of our lives,
Each breath of life, each sigh of Death...
Keeps you Loving.

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Accidental Clause

If you had just taken that second,
To watch your hand before you tipped the glass over,
And spilt the juice over your white dress.
If you had just taken that precaution,
To look down and notice the gutter,
Before you got your heel caught between its ridges.
Then you never would’ve met the pleasant stranger,
Who offered you his kerchief to wipe off the stain,
And kneeled down to free your shoe from its restraint.
If you had looked back over your shoulder,
In desperate measure to flag down the empty taxi,
That had rushed past you without giving you a chance.
If you had stapled your papers they would not have wavered,
Blown by the rush of wind following the insensitive taxi driver,
Who had not even given you a second glance.
Then you never would’ve met the pleasant stranger,
Who ran after your papers and reorganized the whole pile,
And offered you a ride that was out of his way about twenty miles.
If you had known it was going to rain,
You would’ve brought an umbrella,
To keep you dry till you reached your destination.
If you had known it was going to pour,
You would’ve stayed at your post until the droplets cleared,
To save you from probable pneumonia.
Then you never would’ve met the pleasant stranger,
Who gave you his raincoat to shelter you from the rain.
And bought you hot chocolate at the nearest café.
You’ll never learn the tricks of the trade,
You’ll never know what’s right unless you feel it,
You’ll never ask the questions if you don’t want to know the answers,
You’ll never see the light unless it blinds you,
You’ll never feel the breeze until it hits you,
You’ll never know an accident until it happens,
You’ll never find the pleasant stranger if you look for him...
He finds you.

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Words

Where do words come from?
An intellectual spot at the back of the mind?
A creative space in the forefront of the imagination?
Words used as weapons of mass destruction.
Words used as realms of sheer seduction.
How do words enunciate?
With the roll of the tongue.
The accent on the lips.
With the form of the mouth.
And the emphasis of the teeth.
Words used as inklings of semi-conscious dreams.
Words used as footsteps to destinations up-stream.
When do words mean more than literacy?
Beats in sync with typesets and keys.
Warmth of infinite clauses in unison with ABCs.
Words used in tandem with tangent visibility.
Words used in action with surreal compatibility.
Black and white notes with words on paper.
Scarlet notes on the surface without disclaimer.
Words in lieu of tapered inertia.
Words subdued in diabolic hysteria…

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Sense of...

Eyes closed.
Lips sealed.
Hands clasped.
Hearing impaired.
Inhaling obstructed.
Senseless.
Eyes open.
The sight of lips.
Lips touched.
Love sounds.
Invigorating perfume.
Sensitive.
Visions chastising.
Flavors stimulating.
Fingers taunting.
Music escalating.
Breaths emulating.
Sensibility.
Sense of sight…misbelieving.
Sense of taste...tantalizing.
Sense of touch…tormenting.
Sense of hearing…inviting.
Sense of smell…enticing.
Sense of time…escaping.

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Princess

Once upon a time
There lived a young girl.
She was happy
And content with the world.
Young and naïve
She stepped onto the stage.
Eyes implored her,
She felt ready to engage.
The cameras were flashing,
Directing her to smile.
Her groom was waiting
Provoking her to try.
She breathed in the scent
Of flowers in her hand.
Then she felt a sharp pain,
That didn’t go accordingly to plan.
Thorns had pierced
Through her white gloves.
The blood began to spread
Like the gray clouds above.
She had to hide the pain.
Her groom was getting impatient.
She took a deep breath.
Masked it with a smile of content.
She reached the altar.
He seized her wounded hand.
The pain seared through,
More than she could stand.
Her heart was crying,
But the priest rambled on.
Her groom was responding.
But her words were not that strong.
Her world started spinning.
She felt nauseous and weak.
Her groom squeezed her hand,
Willing her to speak.
‘I do,’ escaped like a gasp.
Her groom seemed satisfied.
‘I can’t,’ came out much stronger.
Her groom was of no reprieve.
Suddenly she took her hand away.
And ran without turning back.
Her wedding train felt heavy.
She ripped the skirts slack.
And on the sandy beach,
A white horse was waiting there.
She rode into the sunset,
The wind blowing in her hair.
She rode with song,
That gave her smile a flare.
She was lifted by the wind,
On wings of freedom…ever after.

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Doctrine of Sheba

Want to know all the secrets
That evolve from my lips?
Want to feel all the power
Trapped beneath my fingertips?
Do you know what I’m feeling?
Do you know what I like?
Will you discover a true meaning
When you look in my eyes?
Can you reach without touching?
Reach my mind. Touch my heart.
Can you say without speaking?
Say the words in whispered sighs.
Will you take one step closer?
While my feet’s on the ground.
Will you soar, take me higher?
Take my hand as I fall.
Would you tear down the wall?
With a violence so tender.
Would you neutralize the gall?
Bring me to sweet surrender.
Will the heat turn to fire?
In the forest of friend or foe.
Will the ice melt in desire?
Of pain and pleasure, withstanding control.
Should you know there’s a place?
A destination that you seek.
Should you know there’s a space?
Deep inside that you can fill.
Are you that perfect stranger
To worship at the temple?
Are you the subtle danger
To drink from the holy grail?
Have you found a doctrine
That you wish to follow?
Have you tasted a wine?
That will drown you and overflow…

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The Drive

The engine gears up to life,
You drive down the highway,
Roundabouts, U-turns,
Fly-ways and By-ways.
The drive…a long, winding,
Journey to reach your destination.
No map, no navigator,
You’re on your own, on Autopilot.
But you miss a turn,
You miss the Exit.
And you’re just cruising once again,
A nomad on the highway.
Flagged down by a hitchhiker,
You stop and ask ‘Where to?’
Then, ‘Sorry, that’s not my destination.’
The drive continues, with no guarantee.
Another hitch-hiker, another passer-by.
And another one…you don’t take for a ride.
So you’re just cruising once again,
A nomad on the highway.
Green light turns to yellow,
Do you stop till it goes red?
Or just drive past the three seconds,
It takes the yellow light to elapse.
Floor it! Drive and feel the wind in your hair.
Savor the rush. Take in the thrill.
Relish the passion, the drive!
Then you see the closest Exit,
To your destination.
And you realize that
It’s always been there…
A sign you always failed to see.
But there now stands a billboard,
That boldly reads, ‘It’s you!’
And there stands a stranger…
You’ve met before.
And you bid the highway ‘Adieu!’

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Sweet-nothing Symphony

One, two, three.
Percussion. Strings. Words.
Boy: I love you.
Girl: Do you really?
Boy: I promise it's true.
Girl: Will you leave me?
Boy: Never! Till the day I die!
Girl: Would you die for me?
Boy: I cannot live without you!
Girl: But yet you lived before you met me...
Boy: But now I'm born again!
Girl: Do you know what love is?
Boy: Yes! It's what I feel for you.
Girl: What do you feel for me?
Boy: I want to kiss you and hold you.
Girl: What if I went away?
Boy: Then I would miss you.
Girl: Would you think of me?
Boy: I'd dream of you every night.
Girl: Sigh...I think I'm falling.
Boy: I'll catch you when you fall.
Girl: Here is my heart.
Boy: I'll handle it with care.
Girl: Here's the key.
Boy: I'll never let it go.
Girl: I'm all yours.
Boy: Do you see that light over there?
Girl: Does it call to you?
Boy: It's so bright...
Girl: Please take my hand...
Boy: Wait. I see something.
Girl: I'm beginning to fall...
Boy: Hold on.
Girl: Catch me, please!
Boy: I will.
Girl: I love you!
Silence.
He is drawn closer to the light.
She falls into the darkness.
He looks back.
She is gone.

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Say yes!

Say yes to life, say yes to pain,
But embrace all possibilities.
Say yes to love, say yes to taking chances,
But choose to take the risk.
Say yes to the one,
Who brings a smile to my lips.
Say yes to the one,
Who revels in my laughter.
Say yes to fall, say yes to step up!
Love me, love you, love life.
Love today, love tomorrow as I loved yesterday.
Hope floats on clouds closest to land.
Heaven lingers in the freedom of hearts.
Say yes to moonlight,
That tucks me in at night.
Say yes to the sun,
That welcomes me in daylight.
Say yes to the breath of life.
Say yes to the promise of love.
Another moment, another hour, another day.
Another heartbeat, another sigh, another feeling.
And still say yes...again.

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Being in love: an Anthology

What is being in love?
There are no denotations,
Or connotations, or declarations.
It can’t be described in phrases,
Or poetry, or quotations.
It’s dancing in the rain
It’s splashing in muddy puddles
Not caring whether you’ll get sick.
You live for the laughter
And the warmth of the fire after.

It’s talking for hours
As daylight turns to night.
It’s finishing each other’s sentences.
It’s looks that mean a thousand tongues.
It’s contentment in silence.
Knowing no magnitude of distance,
Of time, of proximity
Can break the thread
That binds two hearts.

It’s like coming home.
It’s wanting to be the first,
The last, the universal center.
It’s feeling like the one,
The only, the quintessential core
It’s like being in a crowded room
But feeling nothing and no one else exists.
Turn a blind eye to the watchful.
Turn a deaf ear to the doubtful.
Throw caution into the wind.

It’s like being high
But not on drugs.
It’s being in heaven
And then falling,
Falling and falling again.
And each time,
Love cushions your fall…

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Sweet Dreams

‘Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’
Birds singing in the sycamore trees…

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me.’ – Louis Armstrong

A faceless stranger…
He comes at night
Holds close into the dawn
And kisses in morning sunlight.

A mystery dreamer…
He whispers sweet-nothings
Brings song to melody
Sweet serenity.

An unknown keeper…
He appears in fidelity
His eyes tender
His touch surrenders.

A silent phantom…
His passion sensitive
His subtle obsession
Subliminal yet empowering.

An oblivious soul…
Dancing amidst wistful clouds
To a soothing rhapsody
Upon heavenly providence.

‘Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd a way!’ - Stephen Foster

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She is...

She walks into the room
Heels clicking on the marble floor.
Her legs like pillars
Reminiscent of the Greek Acropolis.
Her body like Venus
Roman embodiment of Beauty and Love.
Her face like Monalisa
A beauty with mystery in her smile.
Her voice like Strauss
A candescent, haunting symphony.
Her eyes like twilight
Dangerous, inviting. Silent, captivating.
Her laugh like summer rain
Vicious, exciting. Sensual, chastising.

You may want her
But you can’t have her.
You may have her
But you’d want to keep her.
You may lose her
But you’d need to know her.
You may leave her
But you’ll never forget her.
The touch of her hand…
You’re taken.
The look in her eyes…
You’ve fallen.
Her warmth by your side…
You’re lost.
Her breath on your skin…
You’re close.
Close to nothing, close to something, close to everything.

You give her love
She will give you forever.
You give her the world
She will give you life.
You give her each moment
She will give you a lifetime.
You give her passion
She will give you undying faith.
Love is her religion.
She walks, she sees, she speaks.
She laughs, she breathes, she loves.
She waits.
She is...

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Darkness falls...

Daylight shows what daylight knows…
It’s society’s friend.
The bearer of obvious truths.
Daylight speaks without talking…
It’s lovers’ foe.
The bearer of right and wrong.
When darkness falls…
Lovers fall.
Daylight knows not of the truths…
That only darkness keeps.
It’s a blindfold…
No questions asked.
Just answers…
Spoken without speaking.
Speaking without talking.
You succumb to darkness…
Wishing…half-wishing daylight would break in.
Love is darkness.
Love is blind.
Yet you close your eyes…
Losing sight of doubt, inhibition, fear.
You reach out…
Logic, philosophy…out the window.
Abandon approval, validation, obligation.
The world suddenly seems insignificant.
The world could end…
But the kiss will linger.
Like the chorus of angels.
It’s just you and the one person…
Whose smile could damn well break your heart.
And as lips meet…
Stars collide.
Cease all thought.
Elevate all senses.
You know not, but you feel.
Darkness.
The thief that steals your soul.
A kiss.
The thief that steals your breath.
Goodnight.
The thief that stole your heart.

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Desensitize

Hands. Lips. Sighs.
Scents enfolding, enticing, desensitizing.
With deliberate strides he enters…
The room.
Curtains sashaying in the breeze…
From the open window.
The Air…
He breathes deeply.
Her skin…
Gleaming as the soft moonlight kisses the surface.
Eyes closed.
Sights blazing.
Craving, slaving, moisture trailing.
Whispers of evangelic thunder!
Lightning striking, then subsiding.
Fires licking, taking, devouring.
Midnight.
In the forest of intrepid dreams…
Lost, wandering, but found.
Burning, yearning, but calm…
As a river.
Smooth, slender…tender.
Dying…in pure bliss.
It comes…
And comes again…
Scents engulfing, electrifying, desensitizing.

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Syndicated Reality

I know, I think, I feel, but what can I do?
I speak, I try, I fall, but is that a fault?
I smile, I laugh, I dance, but why do I falter?

The truth, the lies, the incessant cries…
Echoes in distant decibels in my mind.
Enough said, enough done, enough thought…
But enough is never enough…

More than enough is never enough.
Wants, needs, whims, creeds…
A lifestyle of unsatisfactory deeds.
Drain, feign, strain…the incumbent circumstance.

Beauty…a syndicated vitality.
Loyalty…a syndicated sanctuary.
Love…a syndicated casualty.
Where do I belong…why does fate prolong?

I think I know…
But I know nothing at all.
I drive myself to recklessness…
Not caring, not sharing, just staring…

Into a subterranean void.
It seduces me to nothingness.
Rather feel nothing, numb, dumb…
Than foolish, suicidal, insane.

Shhh! Shut up! I need to work here!
Can’t concentrate, deliberate, cooperate…I fear!
Come here…let me tell you a secret.
Hold me, mould me, scold me, tease me, abuse me…

Make me believe…a syndicated truth.
Make me hope…for a syndicated tomorrow.
My heart bleeds…for a syndicated reality.

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My Ghost...

"If I go away
What would still remain of me?
The ghost within your eyes?
The whisper in your sighs?
You see...Believe
And I'm always there." - Jon Oliva

My Ghost never leaves me...He is always there watching me...
At night when I sleep...in the morning when I awake...
He's been there for years...whispering into my ear...
Holding my hand...keeping me warm in His embrace...
I lie awake at night...and we can talk for hours...
About life, about dreams, about hopes, about what-ifs and what-could-bes...
We play, we touch, we laugh, we fight, we hurt each other...
But there is always that invisible string...
That keeps our hearts, our souls united...
My Ghost knows all that I am, all that I want to be...
He knows my fears, He knows my needs, He knows my innermost desires...
He wipes away my tears when I grieve for our loss...
He is my strength in every moment of weakness...
He knows what every beat of my heart longs for...
I cannot exorcise what I choose not to...
I cannot teach the heart abandon...
I cannot find answers to my questions...
It's complicated...A web of incomprehensible thoughts...
Yes, my Ghost knows the answers...but He says nil...
No, I don't know what He is thinking...but He knows exactly how my mind ticks...
But He says nil...but He says nil...

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