Navigating in the fog,
Of loveless planets, cold,
Searching in the cratered Moon,
For poems young and old,
Searching for a kindred Soul,
A story yet untold.
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What is Love?
Over and over again,Undying till,The last breath,If ever you are,So blessed,That is what Love Is.
Like in a trance,
Like in a trance,A poem is written,Why?Those are the secretsThat All answers,Defy!
We had known each other for some time,
Our hands had touched and nothing else,But when I saw You, I was blessed.Yet separation came too soon!You chose the Earth and I the Moon,Never again our paths did cross,And you became my Albatross,My one and only, greatest loss
It doesn’t take volumes,
A simple,‘I love you’Can many hearts heal.Poetry knows thisAnd does it so well,Just, two fine lines,Can cast magic spell.
A Poet’s home
Where all living beautyAnd endless possibilitiesExist,But where the impossibleIs sadly, embodiedBy a pen less and closedFist.
I want to know
What I’ll never know!Surrounded by mysteries,Lies, superstitionsAnd religious ties,Our Origins and our Whys.All that is born dies,Or is it all recycled,Beyond our eyes?I want to knowBut Wanting,Doesn’t Suffice,It never has.