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I know a girl
I know a girl with arched eyebrows, deep eyes, an anklet, smooth hair that falls on her shoulders. She counts her every step, every calorie, every inch, to refine her valleys, her waist. She can't find the magic in lush green meadows, in swirling snowflakes, on the face of a lake. One day lost in her thoughts, a clan of butterflies whispered in her ears: be careful with the tricks of mind, maybe you are a violin, in search of right fingers, waiting to create a perfect symphony. Then a solitary butterfly whispered to her soul: be careful with the crowd. Maybe you are a solitary rose that needs delicate pruning, daily watering with fresh dew. Then another one whispered to her longing heart: be careful with the snares, maybe you are a bird waiting for a flight. Here I tell a fleeting breeze: say hello to her when she is looking into a mirror, kiss her eyes, bring back a waft of her inner scent. Here I close my eyes: I find us in a seafront cafe, on a peninsula, whispering our dreams to a lustrous moon. @drjal02 O dreams
O dreams, you give wings to our lives. You encourage slaves, born in the cradle of misery, to aspire freedom from their masters. Your fire emboldens a nation to rise against the tyranny. O dreams, you sweeten the pain of a pauper. Riding the chariot of hope, he carries the dreams of possessing the riches. Your saccharine consolations help a prisoner to fight the pangs of loneliness. O dreams, seeds buried under the blanket of snow, in your warm company, sprout during the spring. You squeeze out the sap of stagnation from our hearts, from our minds. You inspire us to know the secrets hidden in the heavens. O dreams, in your pleasing company, we navigate around the boulders of daily difficulties, carrying the earthly, and the celestial dreams, in our hearts. I say: hold fast to your dreams, for they manure the roots of hope, for they illuminate the precincts of our hearts, for they sustain us between the alp of life and the precipice of death. (Gushing Fountain- A Collection of Poems) @drjal02 Once again
Just when I thought I had doused my fires, I saw an amorous spring changing things again; Just when I saw snowdrops, hellebore, Dancing tulips, and the sunshine, I saw my dreams murmuring again; Just when I saw the fluttering Butterflies, and the singing birds, I saw an old flame flickering again. Once again, caught in the talons Of leman, my heart is carried helplessly Over a new terrain. Once again, my days are filled With the ecstasy, and strain. @drjal02 |
PoemsThese poems have been previously published in various literary journals, magazines, books and anthologies around the globe including the UK, the USA, India, Ireland and Canada.
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