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empty spaces

Magdalene-Savoldo

When you read my verses
Read between the lines
Pay special attention to empty
Spaces separating each word

They hold the key
To what really is
Attune yourself
And you may hear

Sighs of unshed tears
Thrashing sobs of desires
Burning pyres of ambition
Unplumbed pools of love

When you read my verses
Read between the lines
Pay special attention to empty
Spaces separating each word
~

Rikt atirikt

Tum lafzon mein na ulajna
Unke darmeeyaan jo khaalipan hai
usey hii tvojo dena….
Siskiyaan sunaayee dengii tumhe

Mehfil ki shaan, jo roshan shama hai
Wo asl mein ek quaid bulbul hai
Jo roz jii jii kar martii hai
Aur roz mar mar kar jeetii hai

Tum lafzon mein na ulajna kabhi
Unke darmeeyaan jo khaalipan hai
usey hii tvojo dena…
.tum
Mehaj khaalipan ko tvojo denaa… tum
~

~ Painting of Mary Magdalane is by Savoldo

last night

Burrowed deeper
Into heated folds
a tight fetal ball

icy
Fingers of night
frantically
Sought
neck
ample form~

eluded
victoriously
as I quietly
tripped away
Dream borne
Feet cozily
Warmed
In Mother Goose
Socks
Age
is never a bar
m’dear
~ 

free rein

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Alive, living
Now moments
to repletion
viewing bottom
Of barrel, reliving
Emotional seesaws

Pain had dug talons
Strengthened scarred flab
In defiance, converting dealt
Pain to sweet sorrow
Highlighting life’s chapter
of learnt lessons

Once cruising on high seas
Had wondered about peripheries
beyond horizon’s
Stopped buck where
Sea and sky apparently
hold daily trysts

Kites of visualizations
freely soar, dot skies
Teasing winds, birds
Testing their outer limits and
Of selves, prior to rocketing
Off where no one’s been

Unleashed
Mind’s parade
Free of rein
Disallows rain
from holding
Court~

Sky
No
Longer
appears limiting
You
See ~ 

conjure

floatingFeather

Conjuring word rabbits
Hopping out of my topper
Vainly pulled its stopper
Alas! Picker upper’s key
Stayed stuck~

Woe is me!
How to unload
This daily share
Of torrential emotions
On my Timeline ~

For the empathetic
To self purge and
Tap dance away
Feather light
Fancy free~
~

image is from internet only -disclaimer

Sun

Monet_04

Oh to experience
A love so supreme
As that of smoldering
Golden mane (d) Sun

Proud lion astride
His glowing chariot moving
Across deeply azure skies
Monarch of his galactic pride

In this fierce beast too beats
A throbbing heart, full of such
Intense love that it dies daily
In a ritual to revive Moon beloved
~
painting is by Claude Monet

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