Afraid of getting pricked by thorns
at the places that already hurt,
many of us are,
so we admire,
admire the rose from afar,
till the time
the heart knows for sure,
holding the rose,
won’t make it wither,
and only then is crossed
the ocean of vulnerability,
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the beginning;
the middle;
the end;
thank you for giving me a beautiful middle
for this end was inevitable.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
A sentence so worded
to elicit information,
yes, this one is about
Questions
Those questions that we all have
those, that haunt us at night and,
make insomnia a friend dear.
Seeking for answers to those
questions, we all are,
trying to make whole
the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
Some are found in a jiffy,
while, others take years to decipher,
and sometimes even then
they seem far too isolated.
And then there are those
for which there are no answers.
Does that mean though,
that they were lost somewhere
in this enormous universe?
Well, Sometimes, you are better off without them,
may be, just may be
you are not ready for them,
as yet,
or a possibility strikes
that the answer is right there in front
of your eyes,
But, the matter dear to the heart
might as well be, that
you do not choose to see it,
cause may be, just may be
it is something you don’t want afterall.
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Trying to catch a feather
that is drifting away
tirelessly flying, effortlessly
a fine, light, and softest of all
a feather grey as time
carried away by the wind,
away, far away from your hold
Thinking hard, contemplating
this urge to hold on to it,
I found myself reaching to
a realization, that hits hard
this need is to hold,
hold on to something
that is tangible, and not
an idea of tangibility.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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The session of the court begins
orders for those around to settle
there is one getting tried
standing on the stand
to be questioned,
so must witness this hearing
to seek the holier opinions
of the jurists sitting on the bench
wisest of all,
those who been there done that
to gain all this experience
being the judge of right and wrong
while they read the ratio
going into the intricate
principles of how an action
wasn’t right,
to tell how one should be
what to say under duress
attest the worth of the one
on stand to be accepted
in the world of this civilization
with a stamp which says
approved by the court of validation
and then finally the ratio says
the one on the stand, found guilty
guilty of having a voice, an identity
and so sentenced to a lifetime
to conform to the standards
set by the society,
to maintain the status-quo.
Oh ! but says the one on the stand
look deep, your honour there be a mistake
in the interpretation of the
holy law, by which we all are bound
There is no way, no other path
says the jury
conform, or else you will be
judged by the higher power,
the public, the democracy
and then, my dear
imprisonment for life
in the cell of dismay
will only become your reality.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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The desire held
closely in the heart
not just be given
only for destiny
it is to decide,
for the unattached
to be realized,
and only by
setting it free
what is attached
can be integrated.
The cocoon opens
for realization
of the butterfly
to flutter its wings
bathing it is
there in the moonlight
dusted with the
finesse of the stardust
altering its glow.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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the unplanned is the plan
a poem structured or not
a prayer may be answered or not
but alike poem, even the prayer
is composed beautifully
with those unplanned
words and phrases
that appear, pushing
each other towards the
farther right.
In that journey of composition
a self-confession occurs
without expecting
an absolution
that both the poem,
and the prayer
was always planned
since the inception of
the writer.
The prayer was always answered
and the poem always understood
whether in those
indirect forms,
as for
just asking is answering
of the prayer and the poem
conceived with
the moment of your inception.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
Anticipation of the unknown
with your pulse beating up
like an echo of the drums
yet the soul remains
silent, just like
the voice of the unborn,
Shouting at the top of your voice
you are, questioning the skies
yet you remain calm, being
at the center of the storm.
The silent transition in the dreams
is the only escape from the real
and the comfort of the night
sings to you in harmony
cause the light of the day,
reminds you of the brightness
you miss in life.
the subconscious filled with
a light eternal,
the fragrance of lilies and
warmth of memories filled
in a home you made in your head
is the reason to smile.
-THEMOONLIGHTREVERIE
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pages that are crisp
indented by the tip of the pen
dancing beneath the dry skin
of my cracked palm
they spread their wings
and together they flutter
singing the ballads
they are covered in
weaving together
a time that was melodious.
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with every deep breath,
my consciousness gets awaken
a bit more.
vibrations after vibrations
it flows through
all that is and all that ever will be
Looking at you,
I see eternity,
the feeling of being one.
To tear us apart,
the wicked ego has played its tricks,
and the evil distance has come in between
withstanding all this are we
the warriors of love,
spreading light in each others way
Enveloped in our arms
wishing this was true,
waiting for all this to pass
so I can be there with you.
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