Post Cards from Paris

Pure pleasure
to see that utter beauty
of structure, ambience
energy, city made of gold
ancients and old
forewarned, attraction exceeds
what you hear and read
be careful, a dame may lead
you astray

Human nature

Breathe
I sense the warm air
Touching my eyes
Opening them to
a beautiful world
Words are not needed
don’t worry about them
Sometimes let the smiles
do their chores
Those lazy cats

Blue sky thinking

Where is heaven; in the sky
Hell is fire, and you fry
Love is a desire, a kiss lust
You should do, what you must

Oratory is sombre soft noise
Singing; rhythmic sound and voice
Promises are never ever kept
books are just fabrications apt

Homes, mere adorned caves
Memories, beautiful illusion waves
Mirages and delusions eyes see
Ignore senses, let mind roam free

Three cry babies – Paris post cards III

Apologies to all, these three images were crying why they were not included so relented, some photos are such cry babies 🙂 happy now 🙂
These babies are called – 1. where are my colours, where are my colours – make up wasted
2. I am not drunk the building is just leaning on me
3. Why so far, did I say something?

Paris – postcards II

City of wonder

Fashion thunder

Love’s blunder

Heart pillages

Soul plunders

French antics

Continental tactics

Kisses and kisses

Smiling riling misses

Here I am again

To see and feel vous

Walking without clue

Who I may encounter

Everything

Mine are mere words,
yours emotions true
What this world be?
Everything, without me,
Nothing, without you!

Blues

Ocean meets sky
Says hello high fly
How is it going?
Nothing too much
wind is blowing
Clouds are playing
Rain is delaying
Life down under
lightning and thunder
How about sea
Water immensity
Calm and cool
Whales in schools
Waves creating murals
Jelly fish and corals
Salt, sand and sun
Sapiens having fun

Anger

Heading right
into a storm
the day was warm
weather angry with nature
why let sapiens fracture
dear sister earth
digging holes everywhere
no justice nothing fair
entering lion’s lair
small chance of survival

Eternal yearning

heart cries intense screams
eyes long for loved ones
decades have depart
thousand miles apart
faces can be seen
voices could be heard
slow burning melody of
a melancholy bird
embraces are missing
devoid of kissing,
cheeks, forehead, lips
mind runs and trips
soul dips, in darkest valleys
bottomless oceans
ferocious storms are no match
when hearts latch
on universes’ strength
desire to cross all paths
deserts, land swaths
inveterate sighs, bare feet fly,
without thinking, I will die
but, surely will get there
even in a coffin
to receive that embrace
when tears runs uncontrollably
moistening, cleansing, soul of sins
violations will find redeeming bins
rightful recipient to arrive
in sheets of alpine white
what a sight, that would be
of uncountable kisses on
cheeks, forehead, lips
time will slip, so go catch
quickly fetch, tightly latch
on that flight of sweet smell
first drops of rain
on arid memory lane
they eagerly await
but can’t forever

Surrounded

Concrete giants
Block my way
Shouting at me
We are here to stay
May I humbly ask
How old are you
Twenty, thirty, forty
Or fifty two
We last hundred years
Or lot more
If humans stay away
And leave our core
Stay for a while
Have a tea
You will be gone soon
But I will be