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Unheard value

Being swayed by her ocean of thoughts, She ignored to see the sadness it brought. Imperfection as she seems, She is a personification of a weather's feel. Around the world of noise, She plots her own peace. Within the battle of emotions, she looks forward to see which won. Aiming towards the best, she reckons life's best values are lost. As hard she looked at it, Failing to realize, Failing to see — Shadows softly fall, and a warm light whispers within.

I know I need to love my God more

I know I need to love my God more
Because I feel that
I don't love God enough
I know that in the mornings
I have the blues that I hate
I know that I should be grateful
That I have health
I know that I Iove the sun
I know that I will be happy
When Spring will be here
I know that I need to go to sleep
Early every night
So, I can get a proper night's sleep
I know that I should look
After my health
I know that I should look after
My hygiene better
I know that I need to pray more
I know that I should love myself more

Outside A Haunted House

I peer quite nervously about,
to wonder at the goings on,
how much of what is said,
is  speculation on my part,
and  how this dwelling rose,
from a clouded past milieu,
tales of the apocryphal I’d guess,
imagination stirred off course,
uncanny gothic motto purblind,
blue ink mist curtain veil stoke,
vivid mind’s black night visual,
amulet of congested fantasy,
macabre plot on the strain,
what surreal restlessness within,
dormant interregnum cast,
yet one seems drawn toward,
that dim lit swirling sight,

MORE THAN A TISSUE

MORE THAN A TISSUE

It takes more than one tissue
To dry tears from my cheeks
They dribble down, unbidden
Yet triggered, as the response
To something, even unknown
Like some bare wires shorting
Arising deep in gut and heart
Somehow bypassing the brain
As independent of all control
A tap turned by ghostly hand
Or a hidden program in code
Never to be fully understood
Even if tears may wet the lips
Their saltiness offers no clues
Whether it was sorrow or joy
Either is a possible candidate
Perhaps in time, some clarity

When The Summer Came Without a Sound

It came one dawn with no decree, No thunderclap, no swaying tree. The sky just blushed, the breeze grew bold, The morning shrugged off winter’s hold. A scent of sapphire in the air, Bare feet, bright skies, and skin laid bare. It didn’t ask, it simply burned, And hearts we’d locked were quick-returned. From Tokyo’s streets to Cairo’s sand, It touched each life with golden hand. Markets bloomed, and lovers kissed, And strangers smiled through salted mist. Children ran through fields unplanned, Dreams grew wild like desert land. Even war-torn towns found space For fleeting joy, for sun’s embr

•Dogs•

I am nothing but a mutt
A mix of filthy genes
My fur is matted and my bark quiet
And I know nothing of the hunt
And I know not to track
But I know to wait
So I sit and I wait
All for you to kick me aside
Just because I do not bite
But I will not bite
Because I was not bred for the hunt
But for the warmth of your hand on my fur
And so I wait.

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