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Losers

February 1, 2014 in Poems

losers

I myself have lost me on unknown day,
While I was accumulating years on my way,
I did not realize then that we might separate,
I thought We were together,
And would remain to each other
To taste flavors of our same fate,
To celebrate,
Passing of Days and nights,
delicious light of the day,
And years sway
Between love and hate,
Suddenly, he disappeared,
While I was walking about alone in my life,
Desperate, tired, losing without strife;
Surrendering to those I feared.

Once I saw my face in a flower,
Then he folded himself and vanished forever,
After that day, from nowhere,
With infecting care,
He breathed into my ear,
With a rare anger,
‘ you are aging like lifeless stones,
Fumes of man living on invisible bones,’
Then he melted in the atmosphere,
Ever since I have myself been looking for me,
In the streets, where I used to wander,
And few other places I hardly now remember,
Where I last saw him, who I m not him; but once he was me;
When I was younger.

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Poem: Not To Fear The Dark

December 11, 2013 in Poems

poem not to fear the dark
NOT TO FEAR THE DARK
I've learned that night sounds are the ones that
carry the signs and portents.
The voices of the future come dancing out of the dark
like bits of ice from the sky.
The voices speak softly, remind us of our regrets,
hold out our wishes the way Eve did the apple,
pleading “Be brave with me, taste.”  Night opens the ears, 
sings songs of our fathers and mothers walking behind us,
steering us to the confusion and risks and pleasures of this life.
This is why we mustn't fear the dark”
not as children, not at the last moment of our lives 
It is in the night that our indecencies fall away
and our prayers come up out of us without tangle
or torment. I write this to you now so you'll know
not to fear "not ever to fear" the rippling cloth of night.
It belongs to you. It always has.

 

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