But yet not became yellow
Many a summer
I have passed through
And my sack is full of experiences
Though my heart beat
Have slowed a bit
But still going and steadily pumping
How is it that I could not feel?
Still kind words stir my mind
And my heart moves with the pleasures of life.
The beauty of a flower still attracts me
And i find my nostrils to jump up
To smell the fragrance it emits
How is it that I couldn’t write poetry
when my feelings
and emotions are still thriving?
I could write
Even putting back
The hand of the clock
I would move
To the backyard of my mind
And pluck fruits from the tress once I planted
Moving forward isn’t the only movement
Backward traveling is also
A profound journey
I reach to the island where
I spent my youth
And make alive the past
The past is now
As fresh as of my present
I am again young
Moving around
Proposing the girls
To swim with me in my dreams
The warmth of the sun is
Rousing my super active senses
Beyond their brims
Poetry must be attentive to me
Too handsome a man I am
With all the fascinating memories
Nothing should constrain them
To fall in love with me
If I lack anything they are the words
But words don’t constitute my soul
I wear them like cosmetics
Beyond them feel me the real.
Sympathies and love,
I am a man,
A man
Seeking sympathies,
Sympathies from you,
You,
Your love and affection,
Affection
Want I,
I a man,
A man.
When see I not,
Feel I,
Feel I lonely,
Lonely and broken
When see I,
See I you not,
I a man,
A man
Seeking,
Seeking your love,
Love and sympathies
And bonding.
If hungry lie I,
Lie I,
Give you,
Give you food,
If thirsty,
Thirsty feel I,
I, give you,
Give you water,
I am a man,
A man
Seeking your sympathies,
Love and affection.
A man,
A man I,
How,
How to live,
Live without,
A man
Speaking to aman,
A man
Living with a man,
A man
Going inthe company
Of man.
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i was once a river,
once a mountain,
once a cloud.
i have been wolf,
turtle, hawk, and snail…
i have been a storm, i have been the wind.
do you dare love me?
i have waited for hundreds of years!
the fire inside of me,
consumes and feeds!
i dont know your name,
but i know the part too deep,
and too wild and untamed
to be spoken as name…
i wait on the cliffs of eternity!
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I compose poems
Summon me and see.
I know you are mine,
And I am yours
True to words.
From light I came
And I entered
Into another light,
Light of the self.