Hey! How tactful your singsong Detective?
Hey! How tactful your singsong Detective?
When you hum a love song at home
Look around and be careful,
If it's a new song,
Your beloved must be so inquisitive?
and she may sniffs any rare fragrance
comes out from your body.
She search your whereabouts
Peeps into your well creased trouser pockets
and your day to day activities.
Any changes in your lifestyle
and in your sound sleep
She tries to explore your sweet dreams.
Not only that she jumps to your rickety rib cage
and counts your fast heart beat too?
to my beloved in gratitude!
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A Poem For My Beloved
i will sing a song
for you
a sweet song
more like
a whisper
from my soul
for you
my beloved
it is a song
from my heart
filled with
so much
love
it is a song
of smooth words
like a chinese
porcelain
a song of joy
more of bliss
that early
this morning
you wake me
up from such
a stupor
it is a song
about you loving me
even if i have
forgotten you
sometimes
it is a song of praise
and worship
because you my
beloved is always
My God
alleluia! alleluia!
I bow to God
i am his servant.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fenugreek Over the Fence
The blind girl dreams her dumb fiance'
Sings her figurative poem!
And she sniffs the rare fragrance.
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Sanction!
My tiny twitter bird
beside my heart
Sang little while ago?
This poor bird lover's cage is open
and never it closes.
I could accept you wholehearted
with a solid promise,
not flying to another cage
with a singsong?
for Stella the poetess!
[To err is human, to forgive divine.]-Alexander Pope
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Where Perfumed Rivers Flow
Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where dawn arrives on bare toes,
Where night paints henna-beams on feet,
Where fragrance bathes in moonlight,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where rays of light roam nakedly,
In green forests of sandalwood.
Where the flame seeks the lamp,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where sunsets sleep on wide waters,
And the deer leap.
Where tears fall for no reason,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where the farmer sleeps hungry,
Even though the wheat is the color of my beloved,
Where the wealthy ones lie in hiding,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where passing breezes halt,
Is the home of my beloved.
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She sings from her soft heart!
My speechless Dove, I hear your song frequently
That has no words but it's very heavy.
We came together and I have heard this
since my previous births too.
This song of the road gives me the courage to step forward
And make sure that we have to walk hand-in-hand further?
I adore your melancholy song as it never changed
Its tune & rhythm?
Though we faced many obstacles
One day we definitely cross the river
And leave the song at the bank,
Let recite the others who need the ferry to row peacefully!
To my beloved wife who supplies me the ingredients to enrich the life's bitter cake.
[*What's a family? Is it a genetic chain, parents & offspring, people like me? Or it's a social construct, an economic unit, optimal for child rearing and divisions of Labor? Or it's something else entirely: A store of shared memories, say? An ambit of love? A reach across the void? ]- 'Dreams from my father'......Barack Obama
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Those scattered flowers nobody picks?
Sad indeed as they're stampede
by the the puritans' feet?
Do not search freshness or the fragrance
Even with the broken petals
Still they're flowers?
[Five years since I left home
and now sick in bed,
I hear that cuckoo in dreams! ]-'Sad Toys', Takuboku.Ishikawa
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The blind flower-seller
With the cane basket
and the white cane
She comes to the Sunday market
Sitting on the small bench
She sells different colors of flowers
Though she cannot see
By each fragrance of them
She knows the name and the pedigree too?
And I sniff a rare fragrance while passing
that comes from her hidden little-heart flower?
to my deceased poet friend Paddy Martin!
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Sweet Love Song
i hurd a sweet love song
so sweet to my ears
so strong to my heart
i had to fine out where it was comming from
i let my heart lead me to the start of the song
i let my ears get lost in the melody
flowing with the notes
losing my breath with every beat
the sweet love song was getting louder to my ears
the sweet love song was getting stronger to my heart
getting closer to you
getting closer to your love
right by your side
i open my eyes and see your sweet face
still hearing your sweet love song
smiling at you
as you hear my sweet love song
smiling at you
as you fall in love with the beat of my heart....
She sings from her soft heart
My speechless Dove, I hear your song frequently
That has no words but it's very enormous.
We came together and I have heard this in my previous births too.
This song of the road gives me the courage to step forward and make sure that we have to walk hand in hand further on.
I appreciate your melancholy song as it never changed its tune & rhythm
Though you faced many obstacles.
One day we have to cross the river and leave the song at shore to recite the others who needs the ferry to row peacefully.
* To my beloved wife who supplies me the ingredients to enrich the life's bitter-cake.
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In the Spirit of Rumi
I said to My Beloved
I love You
May I know You?
My Beloved said
I am unknown
I said to My Beloved
Still, I love You
May I see You?
My Beloved said
I am formless
I said to My Beloved
Still, I love You
Might I lose You?
My Beloved said
I am eternal
I said to My Beloved
Still, I love You
Might You leave me?
My Beloved said
I am always present
I said to My Beloved
I love You
My Beloved said
I am love itself
I said, O My Beloved
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Field mice and Screech owls
Both of you disturb my precious sleep,
scurrying and screeching.
You have no pity for my beloved! ?
She scrubbed the whole day
and washed the dirty linen.
Now she is in a sound sleep.
For me I don't mind, , just a scribbler.
But you must look after her.
She gets up early in the morning.
Not only that, she is the one
who feeds you everyday.
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Alas! Slowly disappearing Summer?
A weather bird seeks a secured nest
to lay her eggs and the offspring
definitely fly before the next summer?
While whistling the old man peeps
through his shattered window
And he counts like childhood days
How many summers
that he could fly
with his darned wings?
[As outward beauty disappears one must hope it goes in! ]-Tennessee Williams
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The pudding that smells anthropological
My singsong beloved grumbles these days
As she needs to make a pudding for an Exhibition
And she expects a new idea.
Then I said; ' Try this method darling!
Make layers of all the ethnics in the World in their distinguished colors
And the top leave a hard icing with symbolic monuments of the tyranny rulers,
It should be a strong one like iron otherwise the monuments sink in the pudding and get discolored.
If you want you can named it as Dwarfs and Giants.'
* To my friend George Murdock in gratitude as he firmly believes that water is colorless.
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Myself, Ego, Rooftop Restaurants and the Persian carpet
My Gabardine Coat, Necktie, Van Heusen shirt, Quadroy trouser
And the Dolce & Gabbana classic polished shoes
Like a mirror and I see my wrinkled face.
I take my meals in the Rooftop Restaurants
Most of the time,
I eat shark fin soup and Nasi Goreng
For the dessert a Marshmallow pudding
And I come down with the escalator
See my Alloy wheel Italian sports car Alfa Romeo in the parking lot.
My old Chauffeur takes a catnap there.
We go to Golf links and I strike the ball to infinity with the iron club
And by the time I think of old Chauffeur's teenage fashionable wife.
I gulp two or three Gordon's Gin pegs
And back home late at midnight.
My religious wife sniffs not Alcohol but the rare frgrance of perfumes.
I saw black diamonds in small pieces scattered on my bare body
And I found myself early in the morning sleeping on the Persian carpet
The ticks of my pet Chihuahua's running all over my body,
She still groans on her luxurious bed!
* To the contemporary poet friend Raj Arumugam in gratitude!
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Play For Me My Beloved Guitar
Play for me my beloved guitar
A Love Song for my Dearest whose heart is filled with hurt;
With your strings of gold
Pluck out all her troubles from old
Play for me my beloved guitar
A Ballad for my Son whose life is full of uncertainties;
With your tunes so mellow
To a straight path let him follow
Play for me my beloved guitar
A Lullaby for my Daughter whose life is full of struggles;
With your sound so sweet
Into life's hurdles let her succeed
Play for me my beloved guitar
A Sonnet for my Brothers whose lives seem to be so hard;
With your timbre so soft
Into difficulties let them keep up
Play for me my beloved guitar
A Gospel for the World full of hatred and war;
With your resonance so pleasant
Chaos and crimes be gone
Play for me my beloved guitar
An Ode for My Soul full of burdens of the above;
With your lovely tunes and my dexterous fingers
Healing, inspiring, uplifting, motivating and peaceful songs, we will play together.
10/16/10(17: 27) -GYO Iraq
A blind Gypsy and his piccolo
He pitches a higher octave the inner song of desperation
While his fiancee on picnicking with her violin.
She fiddles to another heart a different tune
And the blind sees her secret whereabouts.
* I love you and hope you love me
I kept my promise, don't keep your distance.
-Evita, Don't cry for me Argentina-
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Don; We met after forty years
He is my elder brother Lalith's class mate and his full name is Don.Padma. Bandhu
Don comes from Portuguese ancestry,
Padma denotes Lotus and Bandhu means friend in our mother tongue.
Time of course a Magician, after leaving school we met in the land of opportunity and it's almost forty years
But we have not changed a bit, I have a gray beard and your side whiskers slightly gray.
We are old that's all.
Thank you so much for the the gift the big Johnny Walker Red label bottle and it's really a fountain for me to scribble my anguish,
Leave aside all the subjects we studied together
Algebra, Geometry, Physics and Chemistry
None of them help us today as we are the victims of Life's struggle.
Again we met in the life school my dear and we have a lot to study,
Around us there are vast different characters in the life school
And be alert as you live in the Valley with your loving family
And I am here in Anaheim with my singsong beloved and the loved ones are far away
Let smile like our school days and I still remember your favorite song.
If life is a song
But it's a painful nagging and what else?
* To my loving brother Lalith in gratitude as you taught me a lot much more than the encyclopedia.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A monotonous Closet Drama
We get up early in the morning.
I dropp her to work
And I too grab the struggle.
Evening when I am off
I pick her to our gloomy roost.
Take dinner and go to sleep.
I am awake in the middle of the night
And she's fast asleep on our rickety bed.
She cries and smiles in her dreams
And I am bit worried that she could have eloped with a King.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Let these be your desires
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if your love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook
That sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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