Fortunate enough to wake up in the morning,
fortunate enough to be greeted by sunshine,
fortunate enough to hear the sounds of nature,
fortunate enough to feel the pulse of town and city,
fortunate enough to absorb vintage street verve,
fortunate enough to accept fondness and intimacy,
fortunate enough to feel elation and blissful life,
fortunate enough to possess true depth of feeling, 
fortunate enough to weep, laugh, to be enchanted,
fortunate enough to connect and engage widely,
fortunate enough to exist in awe and remain there

after Rabindranath Tagore

Only let me love you, and the pain
of living will be easier to bear.
Only let me love you. Nay, refrain
from pinning up your hair!

Only let me love you. Stay, remain.
A face so lovely never needs repair!
Only let me love you to the strains
of Rabindranath on a soft sitar.

Only let me love you, while the rain
makes music: gentle, eloquent, sincere.
Only let me love you. Don’t complain
you need more time to make yourself more fair!

Only let me love you. Stay, remain.

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In a colourful picture
an exotic woman’s thoughts
zigzagged in swivel mirror
fashion her slant on dreamy
pink cloud picturesque portrait
whose veneer of elegance
masked a terminal nightmare

Sci Fi wise guy not
so wise whilst scanning the screen
for "smart" solutions

If you can but see,
the height of desperation
where death is deemed
more desirable than
the pitiable plights of
the people of Palestine.

Why no one in this
momentous a moment
call out the name of the killer?

The wantonness of the world
The inhumanity of human
The gullibility of god
The irrationality of religion
The impotency of prayer
The prostitution of justice;

Where do one seek the salve
for the suffering souls?

First I had faith
but had no god,
and when I found god
I lost my faith!

Salam asude vaxtimi itirmek ucun mene gozel xidmet tovsiyə ederdiniz zehmet olmasa?

Fountains sprinkle summer city rising steam spiral,
wet dispersed and raucous shrieks from children,
pavements, streets. lanes, byways imbued,
with that June to September jubilance,
jovial spirit goes beyond the urban confines yet included,
the riot of revelry induced by that vim incited by this season,
those are season smart relish the fragility of blissfulness,
it vaporises, vanishes, veers into segments and sections,
this applies to townscapes, urban settings, rural destinations,

I focus on the image
of a stunning woman’s pose
against a hue-tinged skyline
canvas so mesmerising
in its otherworldly scope
that dream mirror brochure lure
dashed by thunderstorms and rain