Posts Tagged ‘soul’

I stood under that tree for long today, seemed like a year gone.
Few dried leaves soon rushed to kiss the ground with a plea,
That the wind turned stronger and time wanted them to fall.
And no words, on that moment occurred to an ageing intellect,
But a sigh, after seeing the moon coming out of clouds in gold.

Who stands, who sails, who seeks that light after the darkness?
Often, when I wished to remember, I could see the waves here.
Why death not greeted with a trumpet blown in a strange smear?
What justice would our wealth do, what love can these times fill?
Time alone sweeps it all, time that we so much thought we hold.

Someday, when we meet again, if at all, we must greet the rain,
Like children come after a long holiday or a soul that travelled far.
Through the window, when you look far at that twinkling star,
Remember, it only is an apparition of an ushered artist to imagine,
The glory that glitters, where hope still lives and death a fiction.

Nothing lives forever, nothing dies, till this soul with love tries,
Even the storms turn into a song, and dead leaves look like petals.


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From far there, is that an echo now in the air?
And those clouds turning more into a sea fair,

With every whisper now, I look for that voice,
The one that would call me with much love.
Among chapters of courage and nature’s trace,
How we rose, how we fell, what more to prove?

Someday, when am gone, someday if you join,
I promise only those roses will bloom again.
Petal to petal, I found how your smile kissed,
Who says, who will ever see the past pitched?

They all pelted with more prose, and this poet,
Now stands with more ink and the heart to write,
The words that we spoke and heard all again,
The dreams among that silver moon after rain.

Insane if I am, then your love is the only reason,
No one has the time now to breathe that air.
Why then judge, what prudence, amid all poison,
Where hatred has ever built anything to care?

What wealth will we amass, if we can’t pause,
If we can’t listen to our own soul’s echo again?
All these are like that breath of yours now gone;
I wish am born again to meet you and ask again,
If not those days we lived, what night we belong?

Pause, I pray for you and look behind once now;
Among the dusted leaves, that bud will still grow.
Someday, when am gone, read these thoughts;
You will have a drop of tear over your lips to flow.

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I felt the feather so close today, as in a whisper will tell
the road from here, the land beyond this sky and to sail
in the frozen air where no heart can breathe more love,
but in this silence, in the darkness find my stars to move.
Among the frozen worlds we know, we seek each other,
More than the slipping words and humming lips bother
To sing again that song, count again the stars and dream
The white and cold flowers and the old veins like a stream.

They will always tell am weird, I tell they are all the wood,
No life they see in these echoes of the green or in the blue.
What profit has all wealth ever done, what more they could,
Than filling the hunger lost in darkness and salmons for true.
I saw the dust fly and settle on every moment as love bloom
Like an untouched tulip field greet the air again to greet you.
This man will come again to that shore where you will reach
And take you over the waves, till tides turn and kisses you.

I will bleed like that ink again for our poem to come true,
Over leafless boughs to see again those leaves in cold dew.

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I just paused to see if the wind still blows
And the winter night has the same stars;
What prophecy, what passion now bows
To those monuments of a mystic moon?
Who says life ends in a breath or at noon?
No wealth ever made happiness or sorrows,
No leaves died among the snow or the spring.
Wake up, we belong to that fire from Mars,
The light that fate sinks in and softly flows.

What muses appear in hope as much I love you,
The heart decided, a soul numbered for peace?
Why count, when we can hold it all, every time
There is fear, there is a desolate light all around?
Will we, or should we, what questions we ask,
What prophecy, what passion now more bows?
These clouds will flow, that promise remains,
The one that eternity kissed, and time played.

Someday, when we meet again, we will also see;
All that we lived, all that we died for, all shall flee.

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The thought now rises, as if will touch the darkest corners,
The undressed truths of life and the bequeathed intellect.
What surpasses time while hope gallops and my soul refers;
The leaves fall, those leaves will rise again into a green sect.
I don’t make meaning, for it is mean to be finding the sense
In everything that we come across and things that we dream.
Let time be not an unending witness to our fiddled patience,
Someday when we float, shall talk in love about that stream.
What ice melted, and what streams they made into the sea;
Let souls judge alone, and eternity be in love, and times see.

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I knocked, yes, I knocked every door that my spirit could,
With every dawn, tired eyes, tossed spirit I did again mold
The road taken, the spirit behind every face and now hold
A distant dream, the fingers gone by time, but not so cold.
As I now read behind these doors the stories of your soul,
And see the moon on your face that light my dream so old.
What if I am gone, what if those sunflowers again paint all,
In love with that colours and dream again that white gold.

It is dawn they say, and the known lips blow the love’s light,
The birds chirp, the satin comforts no more, nor that sight.
We have left those promised moments with reasons so real,
That our love seems a dream, and our heart beats will feel
The sound of a flute we played together, I promise again,
I will die every time, and be born in every summer and rain.
I will not ask the question, but see you unfold the times,
And touch the lips with my fingers painted and that rhymes,
The search among the crowd, the soul among those dead,
And take me if you can, to that book that love has read.

A mad man is a perfect lover as the world we saw is gone.
I will sing this song with love till you come, and can listen.
The best moments we will relive again, and I will be quiet
With your steps and madly look for your eyes, not that sight.

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Who applauds, who looks now into those orders
Of life and of a reasoning mind or those cold eyes
That have sparkles surfing as among the feathers,
Some wet, some comforted by the unknown cries.
A dazzle or a drop, how do they matter anymore?
I know that all shall leave, to open their soul’s door.
Yet when we all meet again beyond these clouds,
The stars, and the music that we always belong to,
All shall stand with arms open, again to love more.

What colours will these volleys of life paint now?
Where all, that made our moments, go and how?
We are here to return, when time needs our role.
If not it, what sense we made to this world so far?
When we look behind, we will see again the same,
The known sands play, same playmates and float
The paper boats with flowers kissed by our moon,
To plop our fear in the puddle and soak in that rain.
Our heart talking to each other as if in a symphony,
And our fingers finding the warmth we most missed.

Come soon O’ the dreamer of a distant land. Come!
We are the light, we are the paradise, we are home!

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