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alignment

Basking
exclusively
in own zone

Eclectic chants
swirl dust motes
around head

Morning air
unfurling it’s palms
Sieving dawn’s

glowing effulgence
as pain replete body
Limbs finally catch-on

Rhythmically
swinging
keeping time

Music heals
now fully
experiencing

as alerted pores
gooseflesh
in ovations

fully
aligning
essential

me in a rare
Phenomenal
sight
~

footfalls

 

this
dead of night
is my time
I reacquaint myself
with self cradling
inner uproar
~
mirrors fill with crushing sadness
strong family resemblance leaches
joy resoundingly bringing home
the fact… they are no more
~
Still…. in this still witching hour
neither night nor morning …sounds
of faint footfalls make me aware
they continuously stroll in my heart
~
Freda Kahlo

Let me be..

 

let me be
THE confusion
in your life
..

let me be
your sole
joyful noise
..

let me be
that je ne sais quoi
annoyingly elusive
..

let me be that curling
steam rising out of your
morning Java cup
..

let me be
that last thought
knocking your head
..

Let me be
that hazy form
in your eyes
..

let me be
that smacking taste
on your lips
..

let me be
that tantalizing fragrance
wafting in your orbit
..

let me be
that velcro ditty
ringing in your ears
..

let me be
THE only confusion
in your life
..

Let me be
the love of your life
as you’re mine!
..
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bruised

you silly one
you are simply an organ
crazily beating
often missing beats
going out of sync

go on head
laugh at me
yet love is
what keeps
me going
..
granted
you are overly
lathered by love
but tis both your saving
grace and downfall
..
I know ‘cos when I
love..I give it my all
taking a leap
of faith diving
headlong

see where it’s gotten
you ..sore of heart ..bruised?
concede ..consult me first
before you go into further forays
driven by foolish rushes
..
uh huh…not happening
so what if am tad hurt
licking bloody wounds..it’ll
heal …but this heart will
never ever come to heel !
..
Go on then..be hoist
on petard of your own making
henceforth never come crying to me
when bruised ..cold shouldered..know
world is not what your heart feels
..
fine… agreed
let me love, fail, love again
get mauled .. tis a reward in itself
my love rivers at will and fear
of hurts will never cause it’s still
..
let’s part in peace
residing as we do in same beat up
body..you worry over your own topper
I’ll nurse and console myself by myself
solely recalling exhilarating peaks
..

image: google

morning has broken

morning has broken

gradually tinting
insides in color
saffron
morning tea
trips in drips
..
upturned face
cuts into steadily
flooding saffron beam
seamlessly
joining..
..
off-kilter spirit
finds own groove
gently eases
into.. finally
centering

effulgent
insides
outside dawn
serenity’s cloak
homing in…

 

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