Aman Mulji

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Amongst spirits, I whirl to find her,

Under a sea of blue so yawning,
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Seasons come and go and days pass us by,
Time is ready but here I stand,
Long wait time, she cannot see,
And long live her breath in my memory to be,
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How come the Rose spared in the void of its death?
How come the still Rose utter “I love you” in a sinister set,
Is it true that the Rose is where true beauty resides?
Perhaps one should respond this moment,
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Goodwill falls to allow you and I to be,
You are awe-inspiring when stained in my heart,
To treasure such a queen in the midst of my shadows,
Even when the abyss is yawning to keep us apart.
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Such a night of reverence may I be with her,
And the closing hour of Misery’s cruelty in the prime of my delight,
The time may be the most precious after all,
But who repeal turmoil of loneliness?
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Sleeping in a pit of doubt,

Dreams tell me otherwise,
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My sorrow was expressed as the soul passed away,
I secretely sing a lament,
But the mighty heart of mine still speaks to this day,
A revelation to the core was once sent,
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My lungs have been vacant for days,
The air stays dead clear away,
The heart pains for you in a maze,
Coldness...the savour of stone tears stays,
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One morning the birds sang a melody,
I sang along,
In thoughts of us a disparity,
A rather lovely song,
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This is a story of dreams so cold,
A tale by Misery still untold,
So cold no one dare speak,
A lonely heart in a landscape bleak,
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I’m so sorry the sun rises and sets,
The silver moon shimmers at night,
I’m sorry I know your smile is sweet,
Sweet as love and the pain the heart feels.
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I used to suppose love was the worst,
Time was a waste when I once loved,
Oh…how my soul was plagued in the dimness,
My cry terrified the abyss in my soul,
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I unwind in the thought of my missing love,
The angels in the sky sob to my grief and I shed a tear also,
My mind is serene at this lonesome time,
How long should I await her presence?
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My kindness for passion is ensnared in my times of yore,
Periods where my emotion were definite,
But was I a jester that suffered from my own mischief,
Or my mirth veiled a dark and hurting truth,
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My twisted mind be futile if she is present,
Her perfect skin and the yellow sun,
But what act may appeal to her,
For I am neither a fine artist nor a striking earthly,
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Once, a daemon, blurred in existence by loneliness,
Only hatred spiked with tears followed his trail,
Amongst the deepest, darkest gulf, unknown and frightened,
Longing for change, but lost in his own disbelief…
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Me and You,
You and I,
All the time I dream,
Impossible it is? Only you know,
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As we strolled along the sands,
Full of magic the air was,
Holding hands and embracing the perfect moment,
And the warm tenders feel of your skin my love,
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At this very hour,
I fantasize of a seraph,
The allure of her presence in an orthodox day,
I miss that offering at this very hour,
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I can tell that I once hurt you,
All that pain wounded me too,
I swear I can’t do it again,
Just allow me to take away your mask,
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The Best Poem Of Aman Mulji

The Curtain

Amongst spirits, I whirl to find her,

Under a sea of blue so yawning,

Swimming past the ordinary, into a black blur,

I witnessed her, in her own tears, drowning.

I hold her, her ice-cold skin, her pale ice-cold skin,

I can tell she's wounded within her curtain,

A mean of protection shadowing her desire to smile,

Just as she is saved, my heart feels warm,

But I am paralyzed in her fear, I cannot move,

So she swims further into the dimness,

behind a curtain so dark and impassable,

She senses she cannot be seen, now she is only imagination,

But for I have seen this curtain,

She is living as I tell the soulless screen;

"Evil being of the loathing cloth,

Why torment this spirit,

Can I take her place? Can I feel her pain?

Please, I beg, be rid of this shadow of yours,

Let her go, I warn you, I will strike.

I seek her, so I will set you ablaze with the fire,

Alive in my eyes, my soul, and my mission to see her,

You have kept this spirit away from me far too long,

She wished for you to be her shield against soreness,

But this isn't protection, only a form of torture unseen,

Let her be once more, I will protect her then, and you won't be needed -

Let her be herself, or I will burn you to the ground"

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Wendy Thopliss 31 May 2011

A very interesting poem Aman

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