reflections of love

Nature reflects God’s love for mankind
His creations lovingly defined.

His most spectacular creation
man, created in His reflection.

Proclivity that has been bestowed
Endearment that has often flowed.

Like gushing streams, flowering blossoms
Gurgling brooks, birds singing love anthems.

In the innocence of a young child’s eyes
A child’s laugh, a smile, hope empathized.

Emotional attachment reflects
As heart rules the head, the soul connects.

she dreams of

a man gentle and kind
but so hard to find

like a needle in a haystack searching
in her heart, this hope nuturing

wishful thinking, it doesn’t hurt
with this idea to flirt

if wishes were horses, she’d still
wouldn’t be ridin one , for the kill

wild horses wouldn’t drag her away
from the heart’s mainstay

does this ideal really exist?
this perpetual dream, hard to persist

sleepwalking

yaskhan

walk with me in my dreams
in a satiny night sky
with stars sparkling by
the moon giddy with delight
as we sleepwalk through the night

in the silence of deep slumber
our thoughts connect with each other
a dream walk mesmerizing
hearts with love’s glow blazing
this flame that is all embracing

let’s sleepwalk into each other’s dreams
get drenched in heavenly streams
where our feet will take us, I don’t know
holding hands, never wanting to let go
with you, I need to go all the way, though

I don’t want this night to ever end
let the daylight back to darkness bend
as we look into each other’s eyes
we know we have found a love so true
lets give our love its due

in my dreams, come walk with me
we don’t need nobody no more
to each other, let’s hold on to
walk the path…

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hurting

hurting….
a monologue
solitude’s soliloquy
through the looking glass
heartstrings spill
iridescent sonants.
solace sought
in the timelessness
of inevitability
hurting unfolds
a pathos…

a winter night

I sit staring vacantly into the fireplace, as my heart chases dreams that my mind is set to conquer. Flames leap into the air casting long forlorn shadows that seem to stretch forever into the walls. Crackling logs spurt sparks in the air, making little bursting sounds. Outside, the night is quietly chill, as the snow falls steadily, almost noiselessly, like soft white feet sinking into the ground.

sparkling icicles
brighten the darkening night–
white landscape dazzles

It is as if time has come to a standstill. I forget that the noise I hear is the tick tock of the Big Ben. I have not drawn the blinds yet and venture towards the window. I can see nothing through the frosted window pane.

snowflakes fall gently
wrapping the night in silver–
nature hibernates