Poems

Casuarina
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Where whistling wind touches the ground
Exposing the age- old decayed drift wood,
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Bougainvillea
In every mound, Bougainvillea stands
Waiting for me like delicate and descent girl in wild
Before the nimbus descend to snatch, she preserves its petal
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Do you ever feel like the world is closing in on you like walls that seem to breathe against your skin, or a sky wrapping its wings tightly around your chest? Do you understand what it's like to carry mountains not just on your back, but deep within your bones, like a weary earth trying to pass for human? And that sadness oh, that sadness, it gathers inside you like a quiet ocean, like a night without a moon to share its secrets, until even your own voice feels like a stranger knocking at the door. You start to feel tired… tired like a lamp running low on oil, tired like a road that's forgotten where it's headed, tired enough to just disappear turning off your little glowing window and slipping away from the map of the world.

Then without any warning, without a hint, without even a knock someone arrives. A person… like rain finding a parched field, like dawn rediscovering a lost horizon, like a gentle miracle walking on ordinary feet. Not loud, not grand just a human presence moving through sorrow like sunlight filtering through broken glass.
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Not that what I write will always make sense,
but I do not write for sense—
I write for love and a little discipline.
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Flying Cotton Balls
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She is light as hair
Floats on air
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The Truth of truths rends time's fragile veil,
unsealing what was hidden in the Beloved's tavern—
a radiance rising for humanity's caravan,
like dawn's wine answering the thirst of night.
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This land isn't quite at peace yet; the streets still breathe out whispers of fear, as if calm were fragile glass shattered by unseen footsteps.
The state's iron has slipped into many hands, flowing like a restless river into shadows,
where names are worn like masks at dusk, and truth walks dressed in borrowed uniforms.
They gather under the banner of "resistance, " like wolves cloaked in the wool of law,
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There is a river I return to
not because it waits for me,
but because it does not.
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An unwanted guest comes as a pest who makes its nest to disturb your rest
A fly in your soup or family group sticks their nose to snoop in your private poop
They disturb your joys making noise entering with ploys a spider web deploys
They come to eat not to greet, to take your seat and bite at your feet
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Here in this garden,
While sipping my jasmine tea,
Calmness enfolds me.
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Each day as I await your safe return
For you my heart doth pine and yearn
The one I love so very true
Where inside my soul there is a place for you
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May the Lord keep watch between you and me, when we are away from each other.
I wanna love you in front of the people that didn't, just so they can see how much you glow when you're treated right.
Your happiness is the sexiest thing you wear, it fits you perfectly, it's breathtaking, it's original and only you could wear it so well.
I love you in a way that would worry a therapist and thrill a poet. I long for our souls to be so deep intertwined, that death himself would weep when faced with the thought of separating us.
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