Be my blessing…

Be my sky,

for my stars to twinkle bright,

be my moon,

for my tides to rise and fall,

be my words,

for my imaginations to flow,

be my flowers,

for my fragrance to spread,

be my rainbow,

for my colours to glow,

be my prayers,

for my hope to survive,

be my shadow,

for me never to fear,

be my light,

for my dreams to progress,

be my blessing,

so I am always content with this life…

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The beauty of silence…

When the beauty

of the silence is lost,

with an abrupt urgency

to cover the nakedness

of the raw emotions

fighting for the release,

the magic strings

of thoughts spill

the unfinished poem

of the lonely soul with

thousands of cherished meanings

never to be shared…

Accept the gift of birth.

Listen to the music,

the rhythm flowing in you,

Play the tunes of life,

it is the song within you,

sing with the stars in the night,

dance with the beauty of the moon,

brighten your days with a smile,

lighten your nights with peace,

appreciate every bloom,

and spread the beauty and

the fragrance of your heart,

to keep you blessed with joy,

sing to the tunes of this life,

that is in you,

Discover the magic of this life,

that is travelling with you,

the hues of the feathers that

colour your day to the designs of

the clouds that tow your way

defines a pattern to unfold

the mysteries of this life,

to comprehend the purpose of life,

spread the love dormant in you,

and discover the magic of life,

Accept the gift of birth,

to cherish the happiness

that engulfs your whole.

The love we share…

With different

outlook and different

ideologies,

the truth that breathes

our hearts are identical,

With different

reasonings and different

understandings,

the love that we seek

in this life is constant,

With different

rhythm and different music,

the song we wish

to sing is similar,

With different

means and different versions,

the affection that we shower

the other is consistent,

with different

gender and different needs

the way our soul’s match

is congruent...

Identical

The nomadic soul…

My memory fails me,

My nomadic soul has

encountered this experience

in some time of its expeditions,

In the long past

with a different name

and a different identity,

I have seen the blush

on your face,

but thought it to be

the sky in the dusk,

I have seen the glow

on your skin,

but thought it to be

the shine of the sun,

I have seen the flowers

on your hair,

but thought it to be

the stars in the dark sky,

I have seen you walk

with grace,

but thought it to be

the swaying breeze,

I have seen the love

in your eyes,

but thought it to be

the dream of the night,

Now,

after centuries of wanderings,

to experience this again,

What thou might it be?

My love for you…

With the love in your eyes,

You look at me,

Neither the years nor the wrinkles

Have diminished the beauty of you,

Our years together is

my soul’s yearnings come true,

Not many years may hold us on,

Before I part with you forever,

I have a desire to fulfil,

Easing out your wrinkles,

I just want to see,

The Glow of your skin

With the first sight of me,

Easing out the wrinkles,

I just want it to be,

The sparkling bride

Standing beside me,

Easing out our wrinkles,

Just for once,

I wish to travel through the time,

To convey my deepest love for you…

Wrinkle