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The rain it whispers in my ears,
Of beauty and of tears,
So full of danger and of life,
It pounds the earth,
It creates such strife.
The squirrel’s granary is done,
Those days of sorrow and of fun,
And now the chills of winter must abate,
Amid the stars, the warming grate.
You speak to me of forbidden love,
The work of days and calloused hands,
That sits inside that sacred glove,
And remind me of those other lands.
Sleep well all those I have ever cared,
I tried so hard as raindrops glistened,
Those spots of time we together shared,
Believe me for I always listened.
Of beauty and of tears,
So full of danger and of life,
It pounds the earth,
It creates such strife.
The squirrel’s granary is done,
Those days of sorrow and of fun,
And now the chills of winter must abate,
Amid the stars, the warming grate.
You speak to me of forbidden love,
The work of days and calloused hands,
That sits inside that sacred glove,
And remind me of those other lands.
Sleep well all those I have ever cared,
I tried so hard as raindrops glistened,
Those spots of time we together shared,
Believe me for I always listened.
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
I was reading through the poetry of Elo and it inspired me to write this. It's great that we can be inspired by other "poets."
The Card
It was just a card,
its stood the test of time,
crinkled edges and slightly hard,
given to us when all things were fine,
Living its life in a box,
placed away for safekeeping,
sentimental words inside lively as a fox,
cherished words that could send one weeping,
Retrieved from lifes baggage,
does one reluctantly throw away,
or keep to remind how relationships are savage,
smiling softly but it was a beautiful day,
Embossed writing, words of love,
sentimental words all in verse,
someone had even drawn a white dove,
how all things change become a curse,
The card was given to us as a troth,
yet one alone does hold,
magical words of loves broth,
all the sentiment has gone very cold,
It is not the cards fault,
it had its moment in time,
while all things had come to a halt,
place it away carefully back in line.
its stood the test of time,
crinkled edges and slightly hard,
given to us when all things were fine,
Living its life in a box,
placed away for safekeeping,
sentimental words inside lively as a fox,
cherished words that could send one weeping,
Retrieved from lifes baggage,
does one reluctantly throw away,
or keep to remind how relationships are savage,
smiling softly but it was a beautiful day,
Embossed writing, words of love,
sentimental words all in verse,
someone had even drawn a white dove,
how all things change become a curse,
The card was given to us as a troth,
yet one alone does hold,
magical words of loves broth,
all the sentiment has gone very cold,
It is not the cards fault,
it had its moment in time,
while all things had come to a halt,
place it away carefully back in line.
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
Guess of lot of us have these cards, do they bring back the love of the moment or just there to remind a lost cause?Another spur of the moment writing from me as I never really put any thought in what am doing just let the words flow for a subject matter.
Strange Meetings
We came together like two lost souls,
Wracked with the baggage of years,
An attraction that sometimes consoles,
Loneliness and hidden tears.
So much in common but alas,
Personalities set in stone,
It was always a “what if” guess,
For the things we hadn’t shown.
How long… one could only speculate,
Attraction is a measured thing,
That it was there on our first date,
Is what makes the angels sing!
And I wonder if one can ever leave,
The past and its random meetings,
Those shreds that all of us weave,
In departures and in greetings.
And you know it will never be the same,
For lust is a different enchantment,
It played out like a compulsive game,
With fond moments of contentment.
And now it’s added to our baggage train,
We grow more wary and thin,
But I’m sure in life’s strange refrain,
We wait for another to begin.
Wracked with the baggage of years,
An attraction that sometimes consoles,
Loneliness and hidden tears.
So much in common but alas,
Personalities set in stone,
It was always a “what if” guess,
For the things we hadn’t shown.
How long… one could only speculate,
Attraction is a measured thing,
That it was there on our first date,
Is what makes the angels sing!
And I wonder if one can ever leave,
The past and its random meetings,
Those shreds that all of us weave,
In departures and in greetings.
And you know it will never be the same,
For lust is a different enchantment,
It played out like a compulsive game,
With fond moments of contentment.
And now it’s added to our baggage train,
We grow more wary and thin,
But I’m sure in life’s strange refrain,
We wait for another to begin.
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
The subject of this poem bears no resemblance to Wilfred Owen's prophetic poem set in WW1. I just thought of how, when you get to a certain age, your life seems to be punctuated by these "strange" meetings. And yet to quote another author, "we beat on, boats against the current."
Crushes
Obsessions run wild and free.
You never know who it will be.
Every day someone new.
Is it love or is it you?
You never know who it will be.
Every day someone new.
Is it love or is it you?
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Posted: Apr 2015
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knowledge
Truth doesn't always shine
in the rise of dawn
Nor in the smile of innocence
It doesn't light up
in the beauty of a new bud
nor reside in the purity of my heart
It sometimes crawl
in the shadows of the dark
sits in the tirade of time
dance in bitterness of disappointments
And from my sanity it runs.
My discovery
of your brutal and selfish world
is killing me.
in the rise of dawn
Nor in the smile of innocence
It doesn't light up
in the beauty of a new bud
nor reside in the purity of my heart
It sometimes crawl
in the shadows of the dark
sits in the tirade of time
dance in bitterness of disappointments
And from my sanity it runs.
My discovery
of your brutal and selfish world
is killing me.
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Posted: Nov 2014
About this poem:
Just not thought would end this way.Thanks all for your reads and comments.
That One Winter
The leaves that fall in late November
are tears that I can still remember
All my words could still not mend her
broken heart that burned like embers
We were both just sweet pretenders
As cold as winds that bring December
are tears that I can still remember
All my words could still not mend her
broken heart that burned like embers
We were both just sweet pretenders
As cold as winds that bring December
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Posted: Oct 2010
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online today!Lament of a Jaded Lover
To love or not to love again
That is the real question for me
I've already suffered much pain
And my heart is in agony
It's nice to be in love they say
The experience is pure bliss
But if your lover goes away
How does someone deal with this?
The second time, love is sweeter
That is something also stated
Who knows what will happen later
At present I am quite jaded
I shall move on despite the strain
And whatever will be, will be
Will I ever find love again?
That's in the hands of destiny
That is the real question for me
I've already suffered much pain
And my heart is in agony
It's nice to be in love they say
The experience is pure bliss
But if your lover goes away
How does someone deal with this?
The second time, love is sweeter
That is something also stated
Who knows what will happen later
At present I am quite jaded
I shall move on despite the strain
And whatever will be, will be
Will I ever find love again?
That's in the hands of destiny
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
I tried to put myself in the position of a jaded lover and wrote this piece.I think there are persons here to whom it may apply.
It does not apply to myself directly.
(Iambic Tetrameter)
letting go
unsettled feelings
dwelt within me for sometime
twisted curls of air
churning inside my guts
tormenting memories
lodged in my mind
I want to let go
God knows how much
I am begging the spirit
unburden me!
Ahh.. but its useless
my sttrength is unmatched
by the clutch of the past
thriving inside my heart..
if only...
death would come
rest my weary mind
if only...
dwelt within me for sometime
twisted curls of air
churning inside my guts
tormenting memories
lodged in my mind
I want to let go
God knows how much
I am begging the spirit
unburden me!
Ahh.. but its useless
my sttrength is unmatched
by the clutch of the past
thriving inside my heart..
if only...
death would come
rest my weary mind
if only...
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Posted: Feb 2015
About this poem:
just passing time
{The Touch}
[ The Touch ]
[Every time, I touch my child
I am reminded of my wife
of her nostalgic memories......
A touch so loving, mesmerizing
to melt a solid rock!
How my headaches
used to vanish forever
whenever she pressed my head!
How my tired body
was ready to rejuvenate
upon her simple, delicate
embrace!
How she touched me
in the mornings to
awaken me from my sleep
by whispering sweet nothings
into my ever alert ears!
How she encircled me
during a session of ball-room
dancing on the New Year's Eve!
How my telephone-talks
were inspiring during my
office breaks, that
I almost felt her touch!
How her cooked dishes
were decorately displayed
on dining table that
upon tasting them
I could feel the hand
who has made those lovelies!
How sitting on a bike
as a pillion rider,
had an electrifying affect
on my driving that even a
30.m.p.h speed seemed
to bike floating in the air!
How sitting in the car
besides me, made me
think that we both are
driving the vehicle!]
---The End---
copyright @ManoharBhatia.
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[Every time, I touch my child
I am reminded of my wife
of her nostalgic memories......
A touch so loving, mesmerizing
to melt a solid rock!
How my headaches
used to vanish forever
whenever she pressed my head!
How my tired body
was ready to rejuvenate
upon her simple, delicate
embrace!
How she touched me
in the mornings to
awaken me from my sleep
by whispering sweet nothings
into my ever alert ears!
How she encircled me
during a session of ball-room
dancing on the New Year's Eve!
How my telephone-talks
were inspiring during my
office breaks, that
I almost felt her touch!
How her cooked dishes
were decorately displayed
on dining table that
upon tasting them
I could feel the hand
who has made those lovelies!
How sitting on a bike
as a pillion rider,
had an electrifying affect
on my driving that even a
30.m.p.h speed seemed
to bike floating in the air!
How sitting in the car
besides me, made me
think that we both are
driving the vehicle!]
---The End---
copyright @ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Since I lost wife in 2007,I went nostalgic and wrote this poem on the spur of the moment.SING AWAY SORROWS
SING A LITTLE MORE SONG WHILE THE BREATHE OF LIFE LASTS
YOUR PRAYER SHALL RISE WITH THE SUN
THE SUNSET SHALL BEAR YOU ON HER BREAST
BATHE YOUR WORRIES IN THE RADIENT STREAM OF THE MOON
LAY IT BARE ON THE SEA SHORE BED
HER BREEZE SHALL CARRY THEM TO THE DOORS OF HEAVEN
SING, AND ANGELS SHALL GUIDE YOUR WAYS
YOUR PRAYER SHALL RISE WITH THE SUN
THE SUNSET SHALL BEAR YOU ON HER BREAST
BATHE YOUR WORRIES IN THE RADIENT STREAM OF THE MOON
LAY IT BARE ON THE SEA SHORE BED
HER BREEZE SHALL CARRY THEM TO THE DOORS OF HEAVEN
SING, AND ANGELS SHALL GUIDE YOUR WAYS
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
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