the song of a thousand bells

the song of a thousand bells.
honeyed echoes of yesterday.
a drop of rain.
comes pouring forth.
history of a tale so ancient and loved.
care.concern joy promise.
and a million more to come.
it stays like that for years.
blue and white and pink and green
a game of giggles and a bout of sheen
bubbles of laughter.
lodged.and waiting.
for It to come and make them dance.
and then comes the moment of truth.
silent.real.raw and crude.
the agony of a tear's shame.
the knowledge of the inconnu.
a bundle of charm and guilt
a beached whale.
winds.waves.cream and gale.
promises all dead and gone
for things'll never be the same again.

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Eureka Eureka!

I cracked a silly joke You humored me I was childish about so many things You were patient I told you I was sleepless You worried about me I jumped with joy after my results You jumped with me I was scared to be Jo-less You were there for me I wanted a shoulder to lean on You gave me yours I panicked I'd lost a friend You heard me out I fought with M You calmed me down I worried about D You consoled me I was confused about life You guided me I was lost and aimless You showed me the way I was unstable and unsure You were my rock I was so blind about things You said "It's for keeps " I just want to tell you how much I value,treasure and love you And want you to know That I,too, want "it" for life..

A Birthday

Sugar and spice.. And everything nice.. warm words of advice sprinkled with love garnished with trust and concern so real and a coating of mirth and joy and smiles helping us go more than a mile pursuing dreams and new horizons ..returning home to the old master bringing wishes of good health , love and laughter.. And mousse and pies and chocolate chips ! NB:pic courtesy-Dada

the last walk down street A

i turn. it follows as it always has. dark memory.buried deep. deep deep deep within the unreachable corners of the undecipherable world. a pretence . and love.in all its colours. tears.sobs.swollen promises. some more. and i know. what it never will. through the neon eeriness of la noche. like a dingy glove. a blast from the past. persistence and resistance and acceptance.and Deliverance will its soul respond? will it cry? will it remember? as i know. i will.

illusional reality

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