I miss my time with you
rest is of no consequence
life’s sequence
is an imaginary line
where everything is fine
With you
And all doom and dust
without you
Looking back
how true
were those moments
when silence’s presence
heard clearly, loudly
heart beating madly
time stopped gladly
at that precise moment
when eyes met
muted smiles turned into
mischievous ones
lips slightly opened
inviting, letting each other glimpse
how passion drips, tastes
And …..we had a million years long kiss
I admit, I miss
that and you
and everything
we been through
If you do decide
another chance
another ride
to journey of infinite time
I will beg Divine
to stop
the unstoppable again
And will wait till eternity
for that moment to begin again
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Never stop dreaming
immersed in the beauty
upon, down, around, on
and I feel the pulse
life is kicking, passion screaming
and this pauper commence dreaming
of a time when pure pleasure
takes over and lust pressures
blue eyed gold strands moon visage
losing reality to a beautiful mirage
Hello boys
Lament of incomprehensibles
Odd, strange,
alien, deranged
rude, irrational
qualities, quantity
Being of equanimity
what happened to you
unintended hurt
dry grass dirt
life’s consequences
hate and its sequences
never stop,
perceptions change
pennies exchange
with pounds
screams replace
muted sounds
and end of a
short conversation
brief interaction,
strange abrupt end,
tears can’t be send
or manners can’t be lend
hibernate for another day
in the hope of
few seconds of happiness
tomorrow is spring
fresh dew will bring
misery’s conclusion
life’s inclusion
in ordinary existence
Colourblind
‘
Procurement of pleasure with heartless’ treasure
wealth uncountable
desires still a few
everyday minions find
flowers glowing new
buying most beautiful
perfected, coloured, cream
tulips most admired
in colours never seen
lilies, chrysanthemums
daffodils and roses
smell loses interest for
rich choosy noses
adorned grand houses
no one calls homes
sea of servants, maids,
butlers cemetery domes
wasted immense beauty,
deflowered, lost virginity
everyone holy in town
mosque, church, trinity
colossus egos soothed in
claimed fake divinity
heartless beyond belief
exploitation with impunity
Endless possibilities
Existence of existence
existence of doubt
reality of a moment
Did it exist?
Was it lived?
Was there laugh
a cry, a smile
time stayed awhile
I sensed it
Tensed it
Future, present,
immediate past
didn’t last
In that instance
did any one else
realise, materialise
their dreams
it seems, it passed
so fast, in a moment
no more, no less
I confess, nothing is left
except that image
resting, testing
my memory,
of that point
in history
and its importance
insignificance to us
to this universe
Let’s talk in verse
Mon ami and I
God knows why
Said to each other
Let’s not rehearse
Let’s talk in verse
Tales we tell
Fables we say
Of tomorrow
Or yesterday
Let’s not rehearse
Let’s talk in verse
Backbiting,
back stabbing
Gossip we spill
Arm twisting,
blood draining
Morning drill
Let’s not rehearse
Let’s talk in verse
Talk with grocer
Whisper to barber
Morning newsagent
A whistle to a dame
And a call
to a secret agent
Let’s not rehearse
Let’s talk in verse
Lovers tryst
Kisses and much
Asking for forgiveness
Quarrels and such
Let’s not rehearse
Let’s talk in verse