Somewhere between Aloneness and solitude- The sound of an ambulance. ICU The oxygen A lifeline. Primitive night~ The day never Prepares you for this. Lost for words~~ The pause between breaths: Filled with Memories. Fragments of thoughts; Caught in the Lines of a poem. The rhythm of Falling rain~~ My head fills With words. Somewhere, someplace- We all dream Under the same moon....
Unfolding an atlas ~~
The Milky Way
Perfecting darkness The night; I hear it I touch it... The night turns alabaster in the moon's warm embrace entwining silver rays on a fluid rhythm of sparkling novae..Baroque stars circle moon...platinum gilted wrapping Lazhward fire of an ancient dappled night Plumeria scents entice, permeating lilting dew drops dancing like nymphs in fragrant glossed time-worn skies. Tinseled runes murmur A poem whispers Sleeping leaves scatter Glimmering stars devour shadows of fog into an auric spell. Starbeams' mystic light echoes in the quilting of solace I find in my own embrace. My refugee heart takes refuge in poetry. Time stops. I am asleep and awake at the same time. On nimble feet I tiptoe Pirouetting like A ballerina Turning my night to a Sonata The ink blurs into a Vivaldi sonnet. I breathe the whole night in one breath......
I write from my soul to yours I undress my heart to show you my scars. Crimson-tinged words need no pages Scattering into synapse spaces. The pain spills as blood blue ink Dipped in the inkwell of syllabic sync. Hold my words close to your heart They are my soul's oxygen chart. I am a poet who paints with her pen To frame my page with your name again and again.
I do not think anybody has the right To see anybody as black or white. To judge a person by his/her race Discrimination is a disgrace To humanity and to humaneness Xenophobia is awefulness Will man ever transcend these barriers Erected through segregation carriers. Have we been taught to see only in color We have lessons to learn, lessons in valour. What our heart needs is compassion's fervour For all posterity to preserve, persevere.
The sound of dreams
In my head ..
In the silence of hopelessness
Come to me in the wild blue yonder Come to me in the azure twilight Come to me when the stars are bright Come to me with passions thunder. Come to me on wings of cupid's dove Come to me under a teal canopy Come to me in a symphonic fantasy Come to me with a potion of love. Come to me in this rendezvous Come to me, my shining knight Come to me with loves's allure. Come to me till dawn flies on wings of colored light Come to me, walk my destiny through Come to me, beguile me, light me up like dynamite. #Italian Sonnet
Painting picture perfect paeans
Prismatic Peridot promenade
Pulsing phosphorescent poetic passion
Quo animo quixotism
Quipping quaintly quirky
Quilting quadrivium's quintessence
Radiant roams reveal rapturous
Rational retrospection rakes
Rumination's razzmatazz repartee.
When bombs fall from from wailing skies
And bloodied feet mourn as earth cries
Cerise soil turns its trembling roots
To bury human ashes burned to soots
When bullets pierce the deep of your heart
When life ebbs flowing out your veins depart
Still, men gang around tables and, plot
Them miscreants, the fires of unrest fan
Their guns and rifles treat human life like trifles
Down here there are no dreams to be dreamed of
I just hope that when death comes, it's going to lay me soft.