Missed Call

Missed, in the innocent hope of a return;
In the abyss of regret,
I burn;
We hence begin to learn
The unvalued worth
of love, of human life.

II
This Earth shall
never see your gentle face
again:
Smiling and laughing
despite your pain…

For a poet borrows birth
in misery’s depth.
A poet dies
of the suffering of
others,
A poet dies
in the knowing of
his life’s bitter-sweet
Love
for shadowed departure.

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Mad Monsoon (Sketch of a Glimpse)

The winds are mightier today

Than the motion of (winged) flight;

Everywhere I turn to look:

He brings lightning in sight.

 

The lights in turn, speak of violet,

I feel Divinity seeping in, to my Crown…

In glimpses as brief, as intense as bolts

Bolts dancing in the black of Heaven’s rage!

 

Gypsy caravans of pilgrim clouds,

A bouquet of dull gold, white and grey…

I feel so right to be in love with Rain,

To see the cosmos of the Earthly Sky

Rejoice her arrival in elaborate play!

 

 

 

Written: 15-09-2013