bubble

I am so terrified of losing you

said one bubble to another
smitten by the lure

of sparkling, rainbow hued emptiness

and the very next moment

dissolved in wine

the agony of their separation

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Search for the Dark One

search for footprints
look out for laughter
find the Dark One as he plays
his mischievous game
seek out where he hides
waiting to be found
for even his shadow blazes
with a thousand suns

Happy Janmashtami!
~ Rwits
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Waiting

he turns her to gold
for a few fleeting moments
as he rises from her
to blaze across the sky
and so the river 
flowing darkly through the night
waits for dawn

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Wither of Age

wither of age
does not sadden 
if only one knew
what the flower knows
that wilting bloom
conceals within it
fruiting of the inner core
dying petals celebrate
birthing of new ravishment
ripening seeds of wisdom speak
of flowing life that never ends.

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love?

is love a wave
imprisoned in time
which as it rises
must perforce fall ?


a dizzying mountain peak
loftiness inseparably
coupled with drop?


or could it be a bottomless pool
which claims me, forever, for its own
once I drown in moonlit waters?

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Love and Locks

love of the flowing heart 
and bleeding feet
walks in strange garbs
and when she knocks
we of the cautious intellect
and careful ways
ask a thousand questions
and slam doors shut
locked, in miserable penury
we cannot but cling 
to the desperate hope
that somehow, someday
she will turn her steps back
she will find the way in

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From the well

in depths of the well
water turned silver
she looked up to see
the moon shining
only for her

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