The Wide Eyed Doe

She,

The wide eyed one

In whose eyes glimmer 

A thousand golden stars,

Still dreaming of me

And listening to a lullaby of my 

Heart.

She,

In whom shines

What does among the stars,

In her holds the power to 

Give birth and kill

Time.

She

Whose voice sings the music of

Life,

Every whisper of hers

The wind to soothe the green of our 

Homes, 

Every tear of hers

A sword to bring down an Oak.

I tell my dear 

You remain in me

Even when you are not,

For sometimes I stop my own heart

To listen to yours. 

A life given,

If needed to be taken for

It.

 

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MOTHER

I held the hands of
She who bought me here,
I stumbled, fell and walked
Baby feet on the wet grass,
Of the spheres of this world.
I looked up into
The rays of sunshine,
That singed the clouds of life,
And I bared a bright grin
Of a thousand absent gems,
At the angel who walked
The murky roads of creation,
To gift me here into the
Land of Light!

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REQUIEM FOR A DREAM

Every inception carries a
Beat in it,
Every creation
A dream.
Every requiem carries
A soul in it,
Of faith, fated resilience
And love,
Out of bereft in it.

Every Sea carries a wave
Of tried and tested salt from
Another shore.
Every wind carries
A silent prayer for
Things of past that is lost
Without one's will.
Every drop of water
Pitting against this thirsty earth
Speaks a story of an urge
To laugh at an old flame's
Cracked spirits
Of graying joie-de-vivres..


Time takes away
Not only the once gay green leaves
With the rebellious winds of autumn,
Or the supple youth of man
In its strong, bossy arms.
But also those tender dreams
That befell upon us,
When we knew how to laugh
And believe in sunshine..

Let us pray
For this and many more
to come
*
Blood baths, wails and
Sorrow laden hopes.
Monuments of insanity
And romps of foolish pomps.
*

Let us pray once again
For every woman,
Who dreams one day
Of bringing out a life,
Here.
In this land of
Looming shadows,
Awaiting crimson tides.


(For those who are lulled at night with the noises of drone above them, their roofs and their skies)



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