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Some one near by

I sensed some one near by
Moved head to see and try
It was just wind's flow
That tried gently to blow

May be it had some sensation
Very kind with known relation
I failed to understand
I must have known it as close friend

She was whispering slowly
As wind blew nearly
Without any speed
Very much eager to lead

I remembered her gentle hands
Put on my eyes to make me not to see blind
But that reminded me of her body fragrance
I had occasion to smell it by chance

I was so much blown by your presence
That was as if I felt as real essence
The love has special attraction
That can't be substituted by any action

I fear to be blown off into pieces
As it may fail to withstand embrace
You wear gorgeous look on face
I just feel its gentle presence

You have reminded me of precious relation
You were not present but purely gave an indication
You may not be with me all the times
But will always remind me with times

I am burning with rage
As if locked in cage
Let our love appear on golden page
And played beautifully on stage

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where The Streets Have No Names

I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

song performed by by U2
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A sense of deep feeling

I had the sense of deep feeling
Had strong urge and of course willing
But from inside something was killing
I could not decide whether it was end or beginning

It is strong human bond that forces for something
You might have got all or desired for everything
Still it needs warmth and special relation
If so then you are kind hearted person with such indication

It is not matter for open discussion
But make sure of it before having any passion
You must give fair trial for its durability
Such relation may only last long if has fine quality

Just pose a question where you are loved person
If so then what are the most probable reasons
Do you love your self than any body else?
Or is it simply infatuation or feelings very false?

There is no fun in rushing for quick result
You draw flake and sometimes insults
There are likely chances of failure
So make it reasonable to feel very sure

The intense feeling and eyes do the rest
You can read it and feel it as best
It has its own merits and demerits
You make sure where does it fit

The love is not a feeling to be prepared in advance
It takes place all of sudden and at once
No one knows when and why it will happen?
It is bound to take place if not desired even

It ahs fair chance of succeeding at any stage
Only it requires coming at the right age
As it is writing of words on new page
It is definitely a delicate and critical phase

One must make it sure that it is blessings
Not a single aspect must go unnoticed or missing
It is beautiful stage and must be felt immensely
It is God gift and must be treated as heavenly

It may have little sex angle or body attachment
But it is deep feeling with glorious moment
Some of the moments run along with mutual consent
But over all impact is understood and felt

I shall consider it as holy union
There is nothing wrong to seek companion
It is after all a strong bond with passion
One is ready for its acceptance and admission

I shall not deny its existence
The whole outlook is changed in its presence
You are stopped from doing something bad
Denial of its role may make you unstable and sad

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Joy on face

Did you ever notice joy on my face?
When I went near to her and made no chase
I used to keep her happy all the time and showered the love
Met all the demands and generally agreed to believe

When ever I ask something she will feel shy
If ask more or insist then she will lower the eyes
She will never raise the head and answer
She had distinct way to obey and surrender

I have seen special qualities in children
They will want nothing in return
Only love and little warmth with favor
Stay at home with security and without fear

I used to sink in my old childhood days
How kind was my parent in their ways?
No sweets offer of any kind but sweet words
Some sort of happiness and hand over head

How could we forget those memorable moments?
With meager income and still no words to resent
Always eager to meet to ends with no more expectation
That was how bridge was built with strong bond and relation

I never miss them for a single moment and sometimes cry
Every demand was met without a single question or asking why
Even though they were not schooled but had sense of fulfillment
They really moved with us in each occasion and remained present

I find lords blessings in child’s presence
They are called messenger of God hence
I wish to remain them with innocence for some more time
Till they attain maturity for appropriate time

You see the reflection and happiness
No one may have any reason to complain in any case
In real sense they are another name for almighty
The creator of different flowers with lots of variety

I loose presence of mind in their sweet talks
What an elegant way of putting steps while they walk
No worry and fear when we are around and present
Get everything in time and no room to complain or resent

I am so much lucky to be father of such a lovely child
Where else you can pray and find?
Lucky are those who have nothing on hand
Yet enjoy rich world with children as friends

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Broken glass

Let us not take the love as outer attraction
Good figure with beautiful smile and affection
With springs arrival even flowers bloom with fragrance
Here we are human being and have the chance only once

"Unlike charges attract each other and like charges repel"
The science theory rushed to mind for something to tell
Man and woman are meant for carrying on generation
Some kind of permanent bond is must in form of relation

As has been observed many times from the sad tales
Many hearts are broken simply to turn the face pale
The reason attributed to is not big reason but suspicion
Breaking all kind of links and return to pavilion

I thought and rethought over complete things
There was no such reason which warranted something
I was stunned at his behavior to pull me down
As we were so close and popularly known

He did not understand my compulsion for not falling outright
This had resulted in to minor scuffle and little fight
He was outrageous and in anger broke of the relation
I was not prepared for it but had given already indication

I am simple girl and believed in maintaining the harmony
As I believed and had reason to believed that it had failed with so many
I took cautious approach and tried for reconciliation
There was no result as it lacked perfect oscillation

Love kind of thing is not that easy as people put
Heart is filled with grief and doors are permanently shut
Mirror reflects thousand of reflection
Which is of no use to very good relation?

I am broken completely and my faith is shaken
It will take time to heal and can not be retaken
I am for good relation and never shut it fir future
Yet I got to be careful and make it doubly sure

Love is not for fun and be taken as game
No one may be bold enough to share the blame
Girl may be subjected to all kinds of pressure
Where as love is divine affair and can be called sacred treasure

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Being very dear

I won’t step in anybody’s show and compare
I shall have to find the real place to go somewhere
Dreamland will not make me feel at home
Who else will be waiting for me to welcome?

I have my own land to live with and flow
Little thought of her brings on cheeks a fine glow
I don’t know how to take it as gift or blessings?
Certainly I shall think of it as place never missing

You were not far from being very dear
I can still feel the pulse of heart very near
It is pulsating slowly but with sensation I hear
Some unknown thought grip the mind and create fear

I have asked each and every leaf of tree about you
I was passionate and blind in love as it is very much true
Nothing appeals me much than those sweet words
They were none the less than have been spoken by lords

I have longed for the close company even this before
I had no courage to come forward and ask for
It would have been considered absurd and illogical
How could then it be proved as honest and logical?

You had hardly any spell of fragrance near by
Still I could smell it from distance without any try
The wind too took direction from you to steer the course
It was gentle blow and coming in with bit by bit force

What is so special in those moments to strike now?
I have no idea to dream of those and cope up to how?
I advance the hand and find you guiding me on clear way
It is drawing me closer but pushing slowly and gradually away

I knew about the separation but had not experienced
I had seen the birds making desperate noise and keenly glanced
It had never occurred in mind that such may be the unbearable separation
Even though it was thumping win for love with such fine elevation

I need ask moon to glow less and hide behind clouds
I too have no intention in asking clouds to make big sound
I want it to go as natural way and fall on ground like rain
At least earth may get little wind of it and feel no drain

I have nothing else to feel and miss
I can find you in fresh flowers and bliss
How does it matter if I watch them from the distance?
I will not look back to hear any steps at once

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Net Relation

It is net relation
But with full of questions
With fear, mistrust and doubts
And much more to talk about

I asked for picture
She sensed it as unsure future
'Some one may use it to malign' she told
It was good now for me not to insist and resign

I wait till that time
Until she may say next time
Of not then some other times
She may say 'I shall give you any time'

She will reassure me
To feel not bad but frank and free
'Time is not opportune and perfect
'Only you have to act' she may sight the fact

Even if you don't get it
The stage is already set for it
Picture or no picture
We are very much close for sure

'You are now close friend'
And may remain so till the end 'she may look up
Yet I miss her face
And think why this chase is? I shall see her and shut up

Say never anything like 'no'
But cautiously observe and go
Make it smooth for river water to flow
Never in haste loose the patience and blow

You may get nothing in return
Then it will be her turn
She may ask funny things to answer
Almost all may like it as rainy showers

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Turned Out As A Wind

it was not known when,
but a gentle wind was blown here
puffed up with a lot of care
that would reflect someone's pain.
catching the hands of feet-burnt shadows
brought them back to the spread of shades.
a tree with fits of anger
was given a pat on the shoulder

buzzed and howled a swarm of flies
in the reddened eyes of a baby-cow.
they had made a meal of eyes
ere the flies were driven off by the wind.

the wind has fanned a mother who stews some tar
and an half-burnt baby too.
a blind man
who had scratched and scratched
and turned out insane,
stoned at the wind too.

once more wind was blown in disguise
as a word that spoken soft.
reached the shelter of cracking fireworks
but to put out the flaming fire,
caught in the flame
and charred and backed off.
kissed and kissed on the hoods of brooks
with swollen glands of small-pox pus,
and fell down fainted in a fatigue.
crows and cats of market places
took their turn to pick their shares
while this wind was ablaze with blue.
if you were a gentle wind
if i werte a gentle wind
we could've wiped out
the sweat of wind.

poem by Chayamsu V R
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Even Objects Around Me

I almost want to ask you to leave my head
Living without you makes me feel dead
The reminder that I'm alone with you is everywhere
It's the kinda that will tear
My mind into pieces, but slowly, painfully, and quietly
That's how it kills me
Because you're even in objects around me
You've been in this house, so you can see
How things all around remind me
About times we've had
Or maybe just time and isn't that sad?
That's all you gave me to cling to?
What were you
Thinking? !
And yet I'm sinking
Drowning in my memories of you, that remind me of desire and love
That remind of hurt and the one sided nature
Maybe it's time to be mature
And just grow up but all around me I'm reminded of you
Even objects speak to me about you, even places in my house too
I can't get you out of my head!
Is this love or something else? !
We barely have memories but I can't let go of you
We barely have memories together but that's all you've got of me too...
Do you think of me, it almost makes me cry
To wonder if you do because you probably don't, why can't my feelings die
Especially when you don't feed them
Especially when you seem to avoid me like a saint to sin
How can I get away from you when even objects cry out against me
They cause me to see
That either I really love you
Or I just can't think stop thinking about you...
The only conclusion I can come to
Is that even objects around me love you too

poem by David Knox
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Painful Separation

Your eyes and look fascinates me
Oh what a wonderful to feel free!
You smelt like flower's fragrance
I consider myself a lucky by chance

You were seemed to be an extra ordinary
As it is must and very much necessary
Every individual to build and maintain
Her or his position in fray to remain

Ocean waves send me signal
Remind me of your arrival
How badly I needed your presence?
As if you were the basic need and real essence

Not only air separates but ocean too
This is cruel factor but reality and true
I see in waves your shining eyes
Red cheeks to be seen in reflection trajectory

You remind me constantly about dream and distance
I shall over come it resolutely at once
It is not our fault but destiny is to be blamed
As I have never dreamt about it and claimed

I see the light every day
Feel the delight with sun's ray
You bring the shine even when I am asleep
What a way to feel cheerful and keep!

You blinded me with first spark
When you smiled first day with very good start
I flew in with fancy to cross the ocean
The love rainbow was formed as unheard or unseen

Remind me not about painful separation
We have come up with sound relation
Let it mushroom with day light and night's coolness
Then you may witness the brightness on face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Failed To Be

And it came to pass…
The last drops
Drip, drip, dripping
Like rain off the rusty barn roof
No bowl to catch or capture
No hands cupped in an effort

So distant from me
Love hangs on the horizon
Blowing like sheets on the clothesline
Waving from that faraway roost
Safe and unyielding
Never close enough to touch
For fear that it might be touched in return

Yes, that’s just how it is
It’s how it’s always been
It cannot be moved, swayed
Or lured to the shore
So beautiful in its simplicity
So cruel in its burning intent

Time was, that I believed
My puzzle could be solved
The missing pieces within reach
Just waiting…to fit and fill the empty spaces
To paint my canvas full and green
And at last, find home

But it is so untrue
My eyes blinded by the smoke of illusion
The wind, blew close enough to taste
Whispering passion light and fresh as spring berries
Teasing me, over and over, as the seasons turned
Oh, how easy it was to stumble and fall

And there it is….my bucket still sits
Yearning to be filled
Naked in its wanton desire to sip
For once, the warm breath of acceptance
Love….so blind…so incredibly blind
That if failed to see…
That it failed to know…
That it failed to be….

poem by Leria Hawkins
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Pacing The Cage

By: bruce cockburn
Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what its pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like youve lived too long
Days drip slowly on the page
And you catch yourself
Pacing the cage
Ive proven who I am so many times
The magnetic strips worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And everyone was taken in
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage
I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
Its as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age
Sooner or later youll wind up
Pacing the cage
Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You cant see whats round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend
Today these eyes scan bleached-out land
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage
Pacing the cage

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Storm night

Outside the wind moved in the vegetation
and the smell of love and rain filled the air
and your body glowed hot against mine.

In the room it was icy cold
and I felt your heart vibrate in your nipple
and our feelings were intense new and age old.

Tree branches moved ghostly while the storm wind blew
and you completed me perfectly.
Outside the wind moved in the vegetation

like leaves in a wood.
You were laying with your head on my chest
and I felt your heart vibrate in your nipple

and I was engrossed with you
enveloped in another world
and your body glowed hot against mine

and you said very little in the night
as if words were superfluous.
You were laying with your head on my chest

and started breathing evenly and weary
sleep carried you off.
Outside the wind moved in the vegetation

and you fitted perfectly in my arms,
at times you opened your eyes and looked at me
as if words were superfluous.

Like a river that at first drips and then flows stormy
passion again gripped us
and your body glowed hot against mine

and to me you were lovely, far past pretty,
we were caught in intense joy,
at times you opened your eyes and looked at me,

and I sprayed you with my seed
and in passion you screamed and twisted.
Outside the wind moved in the vegetation
and your body glowed hot against mine

as if emotions were driven to a knife’s edge
in the room it was icy cold,
we were caught in intense joy
and our feelings were intense new and age old.

[Reference: You were laying with your head on my chest by Gert Strydom.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Unread book

Love is unread book
But have kind look
Around the trees
To feel its shed cool and free

You can see birds
With melody to be heard
Love may be felt
Fragrance may be smelt

Flowers may be around
With different colors to be found
Not a single color may displease
Eyes may be cooled at ease

You can feel gentle touch
The power is felt as such
No one can deny its existence
It has its unique presence

Love not to forget
Allow them to blossom and let
Each one has fine quality
Just look at them with serenity

Even birds had wanted in winter
In their own way and sphere
Where is the time to fear?
When love sings in their ears

I shall sing and wait
To see the difference and get
Know exactly what can be its real value!
Then come to conclusion for its review

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Welcome and keep

I would always welcome and keep
Even strangers within walls but never weep
As it may speak of double standard
Force me to think afresh and fall backward

As human being I have dreamed
Retained all sun rays which are beamed
Not for any use but for freshness like rose
It is freshness and fragrance I always choose

I would never say anyone to go
I will never shut my memory even to flow
Those things may keep me loosely in relation
Never take me off the guard and raise any question

I shall present lovely flower
Little murmur with mild answers
Eyes down with shyness on face
Clear indication of surrender in race

That may cool down the rage of enemy
Anger from friends and shower blessings from almighty
What else I need to dream in delicate situation?
I wish harmonious relation with smooth continuation

I would love to read language of humanity
There may not be any setback for possibility
As it is unexplored and barren adventure
Nothing expected in return to assure

Yet I would love to steal the show
Facilitate the river to sing and flow
Not to damage the bank and cut the edge
Request trees to lower their branches and acknowledge

I would love moon to spread silver dragnet
Fall its rays over water and reflect
To present another dubious impression
And show strong relation in emersion

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Windy night

The wind blows tonight
My lover has been and gone
The warmth he gave me
Still deep inside

The wind blows tonight
I hear the different sounds it makes
As i make love
As i kiss
As i come
With such force
I am swept away

Away to the place
That only you can take me
Your touch melts my skin
And soothes my soul
I receive your tenderness
As the wind blows
Through airpockets
Whipping sounds
As you thrust into me

What are you thinking
As you make love to me?
You are so silent
But your kisses say much
Your body responds to my touch
I moan as i watch your pupils dilate
The wind blows hard tonight

Bathing with you
As the wind blew outside
I allowed you to see me
I did not run
I did not hide
I was present
I let go of memories
As i breathed
I was with you
What did you see?
As i looked into your eyes
And felt the water swirling around my back
What did you feel?
As i washed
Your back your belly your cock
As the wind blew outside

Tonight i feel many emotions
Wild restless
Yet deep within
There is a contentment
A knowing
That i am loved
The wind blows outside
But i am warm
Change is coming
Spring whispers to me
And promises many beautiful moments
My lover nibbbling my ear
Kissing my neck
Licking me until i come

I want to give myself
I want to merge
And abandon single life
To be with you
But its not time
For me or for you

The wind blows tonight
I ask that it takes all the misery
I have felt in my life
And transforms it
Allowing new reflections

I see a new image of myself
A gentle me
Passionate
Tender
Soft
Yielding
Dangerously feminine
No anger in this mirror image
Or competitiveness
No jealousy
Or insecurity
No rage
I see
A woman
At the beginning
Of something wonderful

The wind blows tonight
And i am released
Of all that has been
And all that has not
And all that is yet to be.

16th august 2006

poem by Black Panther Eyes Eastick
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His presence

Who will believe I am non-atheist?
Lack proper knowledge to understand and trust
Everything is available in plenty and around
Why don't I have the vision to find?

Garden booms with flowers
It has all happened after rainy showers
No one ever noticed or taken note
Only poets and writers wrote

I felt fragrance and sweet smell
Just gentle wind came near to tell
Oh, nice how good was it to feel!
Nature is present everywhere still

I still refuse to believe existence of mild air
Is it not foolish on my part or unfair?
What makes me to disbelieve that is around!
So nice and beautiful things are always found

I heard cuckoos voice in morning
With little breeze on ground it was warning
Come on, wake up it is high time
Love is the only way sometimes

Everybody is prepared to rise
Nothing is there to surprise
Everything happens as usual
Only we take it as casual

Now I got the solid reason to discard my feeling
Even God has willingly provided everything
I needed to develop some sense to recognize existence
He was everywhere to remind me of presence

I thanked almighty for my helping me out
As I was unnecessarily inviting rout
What was the reason to deny nature's company?
I was not alone in this world to feel but was felt by many

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The wind will blow where and when it wants to blow

The wind will blow where and when it wants to blow
Sweeping along devastation or prosperity along its path
Todays sorrow, tomorrows horrow or perhaps a loving hero
But you! Have been swept here to occupy my lonely heart

You are that gentle flowing breeze
You are a warm summers tease
There's room in my heart for you to squeeze
And do to me amorously as you please

The wind will blow where and when it wants to blow
Sometimes springing up nice surprises to be exact
Please stop contemplating on what may follow
Let us begin the getting-to-know each other for a start

You are that preserving cherubic smell
Evidently airing my inner senses quite well
It is completely difficult for me to tell
Why your scent stimulates all my bodily cells

Sweet and sour with you, we could shower
By the hour blessed with our loving power,
Together we can flourish as we flower
For the wind has blown to us love that is ours

The wind will blow where and when it wants to blow
Hold tight; split us not apart as we about start
I know your spirits are low, you want to go slow
Assuring yourself before you set upon my fragile heart

If we postpone, I have this inclination
The wind will head towards another direction
Without hesitation and any apparent indication
Leaving behind no room for further investigation

The wind will blow where and when it wants to blow
You need to catch what it is about to throw
No one can predict what may be about to follow
But true love itself in time will grow not go

You are that pacifying touch
A mild soothing winter’s scotch
That warms a throat so much
Change the gears on your clutch
While we sit back and watch
As we sow seeds of affection
In these perfect conditions without friction

Remember, remember!
The wind will blow where and when it wants to blow

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Frozen to Death

I wanted not to be frozen to death
As it was life time wish to remain with
Fear was just gripping me from inside
Chances were there and differences very wide

I can afford no more isolation
As I have developed sound relation
It is fine tuning with you on sound footing
No more trouble ideas are shooting

I can have no peace with disturbed news
My relation with you can’t have any more reviews
It is firm and never getting strained
Little upset thought makes me completely drained

I would prefer death in your hand
This may prove to be real companion and friend
Life can be meaningless if there is no aim
I would love to be very near and earnestly claim

I have placed my existence at your door
I shall be nothing and look very poor
It is you who has made me priceless
I can move among people with bright face

Each day brings me message of love
I remain calm and peacefully drove
You are at heart and very much in centre
No other man can simply occupy the position or enter

Some unknown factors trouble
I loose the patience and fumble
I shiver with some cold in spine
There something more to make me feel fine

I would want that you stay always near
Make me comfortable without any fear
I shall be worry free in your presence
This I feel is true and real essence

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Wind Whispers

The wind whispers to me,
It tells me things,
Things about you that I didn’t know before,
It reminded me of all the good times we had together,
It makes me sad to think that you’re not here any more.

The wind whispers to me,
It reminded me of the day we met,
Out in the rain, soaking wet,
You offered me your umbrella,
And I fell in love with you that night.

We had lots of fun days after that,
Until you went and said goodbye,
I never saw your face again,
And I never will,
Until I die.

The wind whispers to me,
It sounds just like you did,
Happy, all the time,
Until that day three months ago,
When you died.

The wind whispers to me,
And tells me that all is well,
It tells me that your happy,
And I can sleep at night,
Knowing that you didn’t end up in hell.

The wind whispered to me again last night,
And told me to be happy,
It said, even though your gone,
I should continue with my life,
But I will love you until the end of time.

poem by Rachel Brewer
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First Ray of Sun

First ray of sun
Travels to the earth
From high skies
Light of day begins to shine
Sun rises slowly, far in the sky
Goes higher and higher
As time trickles
Mountains are the first
To see the rising beauty
Sky is full with rainbow colors
Dark shades of night
Not to be seen
Every heart sighs in relief
Fills with joy when sees the light
Light and colors inspires every life,
Give a meaning to love and desire
Birds keep chirping
Wind keeps flowing
Mist is lost with the advent of heat
Evaporates to the sky above
Leaves on trees
Make a gentle sound
Their rumbling and mumbling
Make their presence felt all around
Thoughts of life
Keep coming to my mind
Touching the heart endless times
Beauty of nature
Brings words in my mind
I wish every soul to feel and hear
What I think?
Mountains and rivers never complain
Gentle breeze keeps on blowing
Mist is lost with the advent of heat
Evaporates to the sky above
Leaves on trees make a gentle sound
Their rumbling and mumbling
Make their presence felt all around
A full bright day has just begun
Cheering every face on the earth alike
Nature is the gift of god to mankind
I wish every life enjoys it fully

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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