The birth of a poem...

The essence of very tiny detail, like a carefully placed comma, or an invisible sigh of admiration, distilled into dewdrops sliding over the long green leaves that protect tulips from overexposure, redeeming the beautiful bold color and adding a dimension of its own.

Then letting it go into thin air, like a weightless particle,arriving in far-away places, like a carefully thought-out idea, a blissful singular event, a flash of infinitesimal brightness, arriving at noon, completely negating shadows and at the same time completely absolving them.

The reign of calm arrived with these words and it is here to stay...



Sunday, July 8, 2012

Summertime

Cool water on my lips
Smiles in my eyes
Sunshine relentless sunshine
All around...
Dancing barefoot on the sand
The thought of you sets me free
To be careless again
To feel the rhythm of joy and pleasure
To treasure the little drops of heavenly release
In my mind's eye, there's a feast
And in my heart, pure contentment
Waves whispering ancient tales
Somewhere in the distance a piano plays
And if you follow the melody
You reach the right place to be.
At the centre of the universe.
At the point of realization.
There's a fountain of knowledge
And a shrine of feelings.
And you hold the key.
As I bring you a glass of cold water
You smile, perplexed, watching me.
And in that smile I see the beautiful days ahead
And that's when this summer becomes a fairy tale.
Of long days and hot nights and special delights
Safe in the knowledge they're written in the stars
And to be here longer than just one season.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Away

I know what I'm saying.
My feelings belong only to me.
I can let you read about it.
And you may or may not see.
Nothing matters to me.

My soul is an island. I can't take
Other survivors. Life is each to his own.
Sort of became that way, these days,
When no one was looking.

Not my fault. Not my doing.
But I cherish my loneliness and my Crusoe days.
If you can't find a way to complement this
Just go on your way.

Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.
And don't worry about the absence of feelings.
No one can have a ready made supply.
It doesn't happen, sometimes.
And the sea continues to harbor the reflection of the moon.

You wait for the dawn. I'll be somewhere else.
Taking my words with me. Casting no looks, no anger, no shadow...