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37 Each of my element essentiates your touch Each of my sound rises to reach your silk Each of my heart beat makes a call for yours And here I am talking to the silent walls Where posters of your thoughts tile out My spread out loneliness calling for you 36 How many days are in a Martian week? How many hours in a lone day of yours? How many of either will take me to reach Your response in these resolute raptures That are now flowing over my landscape Causing costing immense instant flood? 35 If I melt in the heat of your absence If I spend too much time in imprabsa Will you still stay holding the ribbon Of distance that distils my anguish Into longer lone spells of loneliness Will you still sing in distant metaphor? 34 Why would you call and then run? Why would you run and not turn To look at what you have done? Why would you not wait to see? What happens when you light Up a candle in my heart? Turn. 33 Somehow you are stuck In my mind’s misty maze Or I am in a state of need Of fixing all together as I Do not seem to find any Way out of your light-maze 32 Pearls point A season of Ocean harvest Dive in Gather my Risen ripples 31 Kiss Call Take Let Me burn 30 A bloating paper Waits for the water To fall on its spread Be the cascading Water and rain on My spread and see 29 My hand in yours and yours in mine deciphering the scripts That our heart beats write as we walk on wind swept way Your press on the reach of my counter press solidifies our Mindful desires to just let the magnetism flow through our Skins that are now foliage of our rising seasons of dreams in A savannah where we just want to run towards each other 28 All I seem to want to do is spread myself like a stormy steam Rising high and flowing out in all directions to try and be in The sky where the wind is blowing through the empty space I want to flow out and reach your dry landscape crying out For a rainfall and there will be dance music of silver sipping Your moist fire and my heated lightness will be a flow-dance 27 The day sun sojourned spoke of your absence To my subsumed heart that is in a daze of loss Loss of the connection that now runs slim thin Yet I thought of your smile and the little things They curved out for you all day I lay them here I can bend the universe into a letter and call out 26 The spring is full of opening and openings Are opening in the deep cavern of winter From where you have taken all the lids up And I am now beginning the bells of their Waking up and their moist tremors of the Choreographs of aqua-dance reaching me 26 Need it is not necessity it is that is how You are making it this forming out of These notes these melodies these over Flowing of these all consuming build Up of what is I and what is me and I Am losing all in an constant turmoil 25 I write things in letters of shadows I sing notes in the flows of the winds I love you like the natural night fall I am what I am in the frame of your Fragrance and folds of your unfolding Mind that marks the map of our beats 24 In six lines I presume to press the infinite As though the universe can be pressured Into becoming to mean all in just a kiss Why do hearts behave like this? In this Fashion when all it wants to do is touch You to create a path to reach your reality? 23 I will cross the Milky Way to follow your call I will break my language to create a new one So that I can sing soulful sonar pearls on your Birthday when you spread yourself on lights’ Lotus in the park sitting like Venus: a shining Vine a magnetic majesty that stops my heart 20 Oh! How I ache all day on melancholy silence-path On which I think of you and breathe you as oxygen I reach out towards you into the ether of mute space Oh! How it pains me to fail to connect with your Calling! Oh! How I want to just run towards you Dancing on sand falling over your waving body! 19 You speak of words that are of your essence And they reach me as bloomed flowers that Grew out of your inner gulistan a bubbling Spring where your sparkles spire upwards Towards the heaven in a fragrance that I Cannot yet curve out a name but Imrance 18 I set out and up a regular task for myself to dig up An imsonian new word that shapes and paints up The way I hold you in my mind and call your name Your name that bells the tower of my cities where All lights show the island where I ought to go to go The island where lights and darkness snerenake 17 You is in the I where you reside on soft Your voice dream-speaks in the silence Of diamond’s exuberance in the touch Of lights: you are my light-path where It lays down beats of willing call-songs Walk on their light-beaten velvet silk 16 Ionia is where I am always singing imsonium Ionian I am always calling out your name In silence of milky mist and spread out fog I am forming a magic fragrance that will hold Your scent of being and the lights of your smile I will one day will your heart into reaching it 15. I will I say out my thoughts of you each day Each day I will write out my heart’s rhythms That are sunk in immensity of lights and love And turmoil tortures my days and nights into Songs of deep despairs that bind me to sing Sing all the time of your fragrant vivid words! 14 I stretch my arm as if to reach you Yet the time-space geography’s ghost Tells me we are at two different zones Of located places and times and that It is not possible to reach or impossible To gain a touch a touch and word even! 13 This I to you that is another I I hold your shadow as muslin Gift of your physical falling out In turn walk softly and un-rush For I would like to linger on lon Ger with your soft light shadow 12 Hyacinth harbour Labyrinthine calls Haze and mist reign Imsonium altar high The towering fragrance Falls as mist on mouth 11. This apple of silence this opening of the closed air I eat the apple and enter the opening of the closed Door where lights are misty and mind blowing power Pulls the earth towards a gravitational condensation That I seem to blow in towards the centre of this call Towards this bewildering cyclone bubbling my world! 10 This sense of connection to the air to the oxygen This sense of a bond materialising the magnetism Where does it come from and how does it travel In this silent serenade where waltz played out In the open ended wonders and closed links But the universe keeps uniting the orchestra 9 In the isma ansa bensum lives the shadow The shadow that is made of the shape that Lives somewhere else deeply disconnected Or other way is that the shape lives elsewhere Reversing the shadow’s homes too and there Is the connection corresponding the lights 8 Gifts that I want to give you I do Not want to buy for I have my pen And there are the woods and clays Of my body mind and soul to Mine out their fragments and Fragrances to flower you softly 7 In the absence of you I sense The air and find the room to Seek out your relevance some How for I keep walking through The silky misty maze of silence Where your laughter rolls out 6 If we were to form our den In an igloo gold made of ice And fluorescent lights’ gifts And I were to bring you water In the pale of my palms to drink What will you sing to me? Sing? 5 This is not a story but anecdotes Made of forecasts, dreams and Clear coincidences yet they are All connected in a bigger scale of Things that have always been be- Yond our means to access assess 4. These instances of very personal nature About you kept occurring throughout Creating a private reference of a legend Legend of you I and the stars crossing The cosmos in a shared route of im- Possible ways and means in futime 3. When thoughts flow out from The inner depth of a spring A sense of fragrance of your Hair weaves out and touches My soul and I inhale in the Invisible moonshine smoke 2. In the beginning the words made Of silk-wonder whispered and And the cocoon kept in its heart The fire of possibility’s butterfly And the connection coincided With the pure hour of the moon 1 There is surely a bell there housing notes In the beginning and at the end the bell Signifies a sure-spark silk softening lights The island that is the love of water and Waves weather wind sun and the moon There must still be a diamond bell there
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67 The letters of the Sun suddenly spelled out The bright shine on soft skin of winter’s day Even the grass glistened as I walked away Posting my letter in a red post box standing In the sanguine lights of a mid afternoon glow Of lights that opened a space for you in a song 66 The Ionium spoke to me this evening where I was in a spectacular disarray in silence for I couldn’t speak nor could I seek any escape! Ionium carrying the fragrance of a sonar bloom That grasped my heart and boundless it opened As though it did not know which way to flow! 65 In the rose garden where you would wonder on there Would be roses of white yellow red and even deep Black and in case you do not arrive at the hour of The hearts’ waltz and in case the moon does not Appear and take shelter behind the onslaught of Darker clouds let me keep this lamp of my hopes 64 The melancholy that grows out of your lights Is sweet where you are blooming in thoughts’ Gulistan where white roses linger longer and Their fragrances continue to hold their silken Exuberance for you and I carry on consuming My longing that offers my heart no Shiraz at all 63 Things nothing and happenings keep reminding Keep reminding of your absence of your sense Of your essence that is missing from it all and I keep looking into the sky’s expanse where my Soul’s solitude gathers lack of lights and stacks Of clouds: a colourful void keeps calling you 62 These feelings these emotions of raging magnitude Are blowing me over the torrent fall as a little leaf And I seem to falter I seem to fail and I seem to sing And now I am beyond redemption of the way you Take me on somewhere I have never been to-some Space I have never touched: I keep on singing you! 61 This winter evening’s drizzle left the pavement wet The cold gathered the water on the middle of slabs Under the street lamps they formed this silver aqua Mosaic. I stood looking at lights’ work that shone in A happy glow and mute I wondered on thinking of You as if I would call you out of sky’s nothingness! 60 Imsinam imsinsam isbelsan I am in your lights That electrocute me into pieces of longing dark In the absence of your sonar smiles I lack the Thermal season in the heat of the heart of Time where white roses rise in fragrance Smoke and mist that I send you in silence 59 Hokisna donum I shosama yona hokisna muchim lusim formamain thista awsamara harikenadi enta iminam hartsimsi I itim onlisan megnetaisama iminim aquan totum flowinia entotum an haistimsi lunataidim sarklisamain yona entotum an sonarlusong enta mauthsoo ofso tham gashramain rivaranium risuamain totum tham osanoma ofso lusim itim yona arim! Itim yona arim! 58 How do I show you how much lights forming This awesome hurricane in my heart that Only magnetises my aqua to flow into a High tide engulfing you into a song in the Mouth of the gushing river reaching to The ocean of lights that you are! You are! 57 Dinsaman I dimsaman you sana shabnam In the light and dark night’s heart when my Soul is imsimanam I sing for your touch on The velvet skin of the night’s spread out cold So to raise the depth of what it is that I wan to Sing about: you in the heated heart’s hi-season 56 I wait for the magnetism you sown in me The magnetism that keeps magmatising My heart hard and harsh that carries on In a swing-surge to reach and catch you In your dayscape like a swift and sudden Darkness engulf you in a light hello-kiss 55 One to nine I count And the zero comes Before them and after All I count and call is you Before the zero and after It has been called for too 54 Long shadows and short lights Long arms of hatred and hurt Always reach me while I am Mindful to a set of acts that I aspire to undertake for you That is only to saw light-seeds 53 This world is full of words that are Usable and used recycled and re Used and yet I want ones afresh Anew to give something that I Hold feel make and sing for you That silk-wind I carry: imzanam 52 If this pain’s pressures succeed In the physical sense then I must Write in a hurry to hoist up my Colours ranging between black And white and I ought to write Quick to give you imsonium 50 You are my ionnet In my wind clarinet That I play with all words That are the juices of My being that call you In every breath I take 49 Sonar Eclipse Of the Sun and The moon Without you 48 On my hands you are written In my mind your are sewn in And you are an imprint in my Lonely soul that I can’t locate Most of time as it ventures in Yours: falling calling seeking 47 On Shanklin beach wet your feet In a summer’s day that’s gone in All crystal in sun and aqua swell Happy your feet showing off your Veins that carry another dance in While your smiles catch me lost 46 Let me be your sun sea and the wind While you shimmer in pulsating white Smile and sing being’s radiant songs Let me bring you my silk to flow over Bring you the photons’ fire and glow Hold your reflection in my aqua depth 45 I Am A Flow With You 44 This that I hold for you in my higher height of harp-home like a glistening stone This that I keep for you in my mind’s deeper depth as monumental magnanimity This that I feel for you in every expanse of my heart’s biology and metaphoric edifice It is all beyond linguistic laurels or phonetic firmament or singular word’s compass Yet I being a poet have hardly any other means but to rectify the shortfalls of language And break rake shake and reassemble the assembly line to create a new way to show 43 In every voice there is a rain In every sound a live colour In yours there is the rainbow And the monsoon of aqua And lights making a fiesta Dance of wet life openings 42 If I write one line to say I want to travel through Your spring valley-path That you always draw and Sing out your soul’s sonar: You are beauty’s madrigal 41 You smile like a lake When you do all your Being brings out a glow Of expressive celebration Of joys that resonate the Universe vibrating a vine 40 There are others in the play For which I am in deep in You: the light spring that You are where rises a mind That shines reasons rocks And your soul sings lights 39 The cycle of my heart beating Is set in the seasons of your Smiles and the rhythm of your Kisses that come nectaring Life and the essential fires That rise by your touches 38 All that we need is you and I Sitting under the sky and sing The number of stars we catch Between our eyes that form In the supernova of our being Two of one in touch in singing Go Up To Read the Following Poems Follow the Links Circularity of Our Understanding
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