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The swans through leaves of this lotus lake
Sail to touch the moon in crystal cold water.
Child to child will ask what merry to make;
What flowers bloom in this daunted barter?
With reason we refute the satin we long sold,
The fabric of faith tossed in grey and gold.

Here comes the breeze, here lives the saint,
Among these fluttering wings that trust
The cold wind will make its hope sail more.
Why not alone tread these paths bent?
Why not jostle the breaths in the tour?
Why not clap among the crowd we know
By silver coated realms of the moon’s glow?

Among shadows there will be a vision burst
Into flecks of life on the distant divine shore.
When we meet will not talk the journey;
But each moment that we lived forever.
Time will seek answers that it knows for long
With filled words that hymn ‘love is our song’.

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The sea was unquiet, when we met under the late moon;
And there was enough water to heal our tired feet,
For we took the journey no one else could have thought.
We loved, we kissed, and we stood with time, bravely fought
With hope that stands like the lantern in the temple street,
Where more than our faces we see our own shadows grow.

Someday, freedom will bring you to read these lines, to live
All that I ever dreamt, you will absorb when my heart sings.
Like swans meet in this blue water, often touched by the wind.
I will love you for I have a fearless heart that crossed the rings
Of tradition, that doesn’t count more, and teachers who will give
A reason to beat for our heart, a light to guide our ancient soul.

We will remain away, and we will remain truly but in love,
We will live the remaining props that will save our worlds.
We will breathe and eat suppers and drink with tears tossed.
And time shall pass, springs and autumns will cross the worlds
That we built in ignorance, to make us free like a loving dove.

I announce you not my friend, nor muzzled in a mad menace
Of the storm that shall pass, but in the gold gulped glory
That I love you so much and can stand the long winter in grace.
It’s not a Troy we dreamt, nor a family of crowded story.
We will meet soon beyond the clouds, beyond the cold moon.
Death is just a breath that will make everything meaningless.

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Alone when I stand and see these pages
Of faces with sweat and surging brows
At the crossroad, in the crowd, in hedges
Of crimson cast sky and a brazen desire;
Shadow to shadow neither differs more
Nor instinct succumbs to serene pledges.
Why bother about the river that will flow?
Why stammer when the hymns are low?

Swan to swan will pass on the streak;
For sorrow is like a grounded freak,
At the crossroad, in the crowd, in hedges
Only apparitions and myths of Greek
Stand like a new Troy is about to break.
The shields are dead, the swords wrapped
Now in the creepers of cold memories.

A pasture so green, so greatly laid
Wih a blanket covered in burgeoning blue;
See the corns and grains in gold swaying
For long like hands of the old soulmate.
Not become timber nor dead like glue
That sticks lifeless lips, no hymn will wait.

Let the poets come and all words settle,
The verse is so old but lives forever.
Man to man will meet not in dark battle,
But with eyes of the eternal dreamer.
I am not away, not beside, not far,
Not God on the tower so white and tall,
But in you I reside, I am the dreamer.

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As I move from this moment to another,
From the past into coming times,
I thank all gentlemen & women
For making this journey a great memory.
In this citadel of shining intellect,
When I look back there is a lot learnt,
There is a joy of having made friends,
There is a hope for a great tomorrow.

This life and the world is short and sweet,
Filled with moments from yesteryears.
When we meet someday somewhere,
There will be a smile together and talk
For hours for we cover this journey.
We will remain now friends forever.
Let our dreams come true and stars
Match our desire and bring joy for all.

Good Bye! Good Luck! Good Times!

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It was a cold evening and I waited for hours;
To see you I had enough patience to stand.
There was a crowd that crossed me
And there were few citadels and towers
That stood gazing me long with no land,
No air to breathe and no love to see.

I had the roses on hold and a gift to give,
Never knew I had just few days to live
With you and those theatres that we visited.
Looking back there are actors still standing
As mannequins with questioned shade.
They still hope those bells will someday ring.
Now I am not there, not here
And not even on that crossroad
Where we had the last adieu.

Years have now passed, years to see;
But I will still choose to live
As every new day brings in more.
How soon can all these fly?
Memories and your words give
The courage to stand on this shore
Where dreams like muses dance
And the gray brain goes into trance.
There is enough that this world sucks,
Life is not in living but to love.
A death without you is as unquenched
As a life that I have lived without you.
But someday when we meet
Under the same lush green tree
We will not dare to talk or greet
As our old tears will flow free.

I will but still wait and try to speak
The days I walked and nights bleak.
I will take you to that blessed dome
Where life would feel at home;
A journey well ended is a joy
And a life like ours is time’s toy.

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I see a spring after a decade’s fall,
A song that’s now here to stay;
Time is like the oak green and tall,
Love repeats love and pray.
In despair there is earth for hope
And my fate is like a rain drop;
A tattered cloth and sunken cheek  
That I carry for a decade and seek
The right to live and love forever.

I heard the voice I craved for
And the soul’s sweet words
That I was missing in this abyss.
There was a dialogue roar,
And how has time been
Meaningless with no axis.
I was sure love would never return
As love never left this beating heart.
There is grace even in her mourn,
As poise is in her loving art.
 She queried all that I had assumed,
There was no error on either side,
Still we suffered and are consumed
By the kind we belong and stride.

True it is we are now miles apart
And have miles more to cover.
There is enough love in my heart
To wait for you when life is over.
When there is only solitude left,
I will still smile and welcome.
I can’t leave this life or the being,
As have to serve the beings bereft.

I am sure you will meet me
When I am old and grown tired.
We will talk about the years,
The world, the tales and rhyme;
A great love that time admired.
From there we will voyage
To a far and prosper land
Where profit is not by age
But with moments so grand.

I will wait there till you come,
And we build our only home.

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