your midnight blue eyes steal the sleep from my eyes: the night becomes a poem as i find my way to the stars..
the night slumbers darkness overtakes light dousing the effulgence.. the cumbersome clouds tease the shy moon as she tries to take a peep from behind the fast moving grey curtain of flimsy ice.. dogs howl mournfully as if knowing of nightmares being dreamt on beds of comfort and fluffy pillows eyelids flicker uneasily It is not the sleep of the peaceful whose hearts are engraved with the stamp of sin.. A symbol that has no identity The deeds that spill forth Bloodying the streets Staining Lasting but not everlasting Like all good things have to end So do the bad...
white breath of lilac:
I walk into native rain
under a broken sky….
starry night brings delight how I love the stars' light shimmering , glittering, bright twinkling like sapphires scintillating and shining like lanterns glowing through the darkness igniting dreams that keep showing #trochee
a slight wind fans the mabkhara the tent stands lone in the vast emptiness of the desert, through the shifting sands time seems to stand still... little sand dunes....picture perfect in the deep brooding silence my ears strain to catch the nuzzing of camels.. little flocks of sheep and goat nuzzle at the grey green foliage, dotting the sands randomly.. crows gather at the carcass of a dead camel.. flies swarm around.. the sky is blue as ever in this hot arid land the nomadic lives in his oasis of life..
i caress her jibbah her night black eyes gaze at me she whisks her silky mane lets me ride the wind her spirited gallop devours the desert trail... Her sensitivity to human nuances a loving bond has created she is the most majestic she is the most exquisite she is the pride of the desert.. My Arabian..
the red sky heralds a sand storm. Beautiful sand dunes shaken by the wind sand swirling spinning madly whirling round and round stinging my eyes feeding me.. rummaging through my hair.. almost blowing my clothes away.. trying to lift me off my feet.. I stand my ground I stand on sand...
This is dedicated to Nonie .
It is a world of deceit Wooing with words, an ordinary feat. Useless breaking your heart Over somebody who gave life a new start The internet friendship is a fake Some people a fool for you take The ache in your heart is for you to suffer Maybe some people will beg to differ Words of love tossed around easily Conscience takes a hold but only fleetingly...
the substance of my spirit is almost ethereal an idealistic vim almost ecclesiastical in zeal. contemplation helps kindle latent intuitiveness that is inherent in me I,essentially quintessential.. #verse
Desert, desert swirling sands In the silence, of no sounds Desolation of nature Cactus, lone standing feature. Seeing redness of the skies Armadillo lizard sighs The cactus wren sings a tune Thorny devil is immune. Jumping Chola gives delight Desert flora, stunning sight Desert,no barren land, ground Exotic species abound. Desert holds an oasis Giving life chance of success Crystal clear water of spring Quenching of thirst, it does bring.