Crossroads and Signposts: 2014

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

True Lover

shearing of dreams
tearing of veils
wearing of nothing
but white nakedness

is what he asks of me
my true lover
before he ends
the long wait through the night

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Women Know Of Pain

women know of pain
like animals of wild
they can smell it in the wind

they know of birthing
soft bodies against theirs
smell of warm milk
swift cutting of the cord
the pain of which
lasts a lifetime

so they will find your pain
and when they do
they will huddle around
and cover you
with soft feathers and warm words

for women know of pain
they know of love too

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Monday, December 29, 2014

Window

each broken dream
every crushed desire
becomes a window
for me to see the sky

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Come To Me

come to me
when you can no longer fill
your emptiness
with playthings of this world

come to me
where I wait for you
by the gates of the playground
with the patience of one
not fooled by the hoax of time

till then
play on

369

Journeys

across the vastness
of an unmapped sky
together and yet alone
long journeys undertaken
on tired wings
in search of
that elusive warmth

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Friday, December 19, 2014

cracked by pain
softened by sorrow
the broken open heart then learns
all peace lies in relinquishing
desires that bind
dreams that deceive
till nothing remains
but the echo
of one's own footsteps
resounding
in the long solitary walk
back home

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Their Blood

their voices silenced
their blood speaks
in darkening hues of crimson
blood of those children
in desperate hope
says again and again
that the same red flows
in each one of this world
the same red keeps
the throbbing spark alive
blinded and deafened
as we are by illusions
when shall we hear
the call of that blood?

368

All Love

all love is a meandering
until to myself
I come home

all love is a soaring
on borrowed wings
until I grow my own

367

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Wine

I'll share my laughter with you
my tears, they will be mine
cached in sacred places
some day, they will be wine

366

Reality

hunger made restless
by sumptuous dreams
sleeps well
sated
on reality's dry bread

365

When

I think of when
beyond doors of birth and death
we will sit in the glow
of eternal fire
all tears and laughter
joy and sorrow
mere ashes
blown about by the wind

364

Bridge

with splinters of my dreams
I build
a bridge to wakefulness

363

Freedom

free me from your dream
I'll free you from mine
in clear mirror
of each other's eyes
let's be our truth
and in freedom
unite

362

pain

all pain is but tattered dreams
gossamer raiment
spun from within
we weep when
they do not fit the skin
of reality

362

Go your way

Go your way
I wish you well
But I do not promise
When you return
You will find me
Where you leave me

For time will not stand
For you or me
And my feet like yours
Were not made to be still

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Night

the day departs
burdened,
bent
with sackful of stories ;
dying light
emptied hands
I seek myself in silence
of the long dark night

360

Speaking

she speaks so well
she uses words
with the skill of
a master craftsman
she speaks so much
they never know
she doesn't say anything at all

358

Shadows

in connivance with the moon
night throws long shadows
blessed mercy for those
burnt by the day

357

Lamp

I do not have to light the world.
said the little lamp
in this corner
for a while
I will make the shadows dance

356

Birds Of Wild

like birds of the wild
captured for amusement
women know
the pain of clipped wings
but then
unlike birds
we can be whole again
soaring, swooping
circling, spiraling
we can reclaim for ourselves
the playground of the sky

355

Fly

caged for long
one day, at last
looking within
she discovered sky
and with broken wings
learnt to fly

354

Sky

in open palms
the unborn sky
holds the spheres
in dance of birth and death

made of earth
though I am
I hold within
a scrap of that eternal sky

353

Absence

sometimes
my aloneness
plays with me
holding in hands
soft clay of your absence
it moulds of you
what my heart desires

352

Penury

must, should, do, don't
I bury beneath them
the gold of my heart
I spend my days in penury
for a world that does not care

351

lOVE

trees stripped in autumn
hide inside bareness
promise of springs to come

so love hides within
and when the time comes
bursts forth in a wild flowering
covering our nakedness

350

BELOVED'S CALL

when tears and laughter mingle
when through sunshine, rain can fall
I'll know the path is ending
I'll hear the beloved's call

349

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Stars

incredible though it seems
those stars up there
shining so bright
guiding travelers
controlling destinies
will some day die

I would rather be unborn black emptiness of sky

348

No One

to be no one
is to be;
mountain without dimensions
river without bounds
wildflower which dies
unseen unsung
by the wayside
is the freedom I seek

348

poems

I sing my songs
I do not know
they will die in wilderness
or live on in busy streets
winged things of my heart
I release them
to the call of their destiny

* I am told that poetry has no market in this country.

347

Pearls

in darkness of night
the restless ocean
reaches for the moon
unmindful
of lustrous white pearls
ripening in its bosom

346

The Lost

don't seek the lost
the blown away
dead autumn leaves
do not return
wait out the chill
and in the thaw
sow new hopes
if you will

345

Ocean

what makes me seek
my home in another
over and over
again and again?
night after night
the wistful ocean
reaches for the moon
falls back into its shores

344

Wholeness

bit by bit
I take myself back from the world
piece by piece
I put myself back together
within splendrous mosaic
of my wholeness
the flame leaps high
shadows dance
and somewhere
a child laughs out in delight

343

Crucified

hammered by nails
in hands and feet
pierced by the crown of thorns
who amongst us is not crucified
and seeks resurrection
again and again?

342

Serene

mourning losses
counting gains
so wrapped I am
and yet sometimes
I hear the quiet murmur
of river's flowing serenity

341

Poetry2

she dogs my heels
relentlessly
'look at the sky
that withering flower
see how the rain
makes love to earth
come feed me, feed me
I am hungry for words'
I am not fooled
by her seeming guilelessness
for I know what poetry
really asks of me
is the tearing open of heart
unmasking of soul
for only words
that spill forth from my truth
will sate her fathomless appetite

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Homes

I know you not
by colour of your skin
shape of your face
feel of your flesh

our souls have made homes
in one another

across passages
hidden from space
older than time
we meet and find
harbourage

339

Rain

she sometimes wished
her heart so heavy
with love unspoken
would rise to heavens
as rain filled cloud
and there dissolving
in joyous downpour
would gift the earth
an emerald spring

338

Eye Of Storm

they tell me
madness of storm
carries with itself
eye of stillness

and so I search
for peace within

337

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Poetry

whatever she might pretend to be
poetry is a cruel mistress
she asks for and is satisfied
with nothing less than
my heart's blood

336

Her Wisdom

now when you meet her somewhere
and meet her you will
don't turn away
instead
hold close her grisly body
look into her grinning face
beg of death her wisdom
and if she deigns to give
cold grave and flaming pyre
will be portals to your glory

335

If Only

if only I could
shed pretenses
strip off my face
the aching smile
throw in the trash
all empty words
and in blessed relief
sink
into pristine waters
of self

334

Separation

what flows between
two distant shores
binds them together
in separation
in dryness of longing
they do know
the ocean awaits
in mingled vastness

333

Eye Of Storm

they tell me

madness of storm
carries with itself

eye of stillness

and so I search

for peace within

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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Name

they tell me I must write
my name up there in the sky
but in this shadow world
am I not
just one of innumerable names
the one knows itself by
to them who bear with pride
the burden of their names
I say
my journey leads to namelessness.

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