Precious poems

                                

"because I could not stop for death


Consolation for the beloved

 

My precious Diamond lost in vain,

My heart became chaff and turned to wane.

It is a whirl of sorrow in a wide plain

Wait a minute and distract gall:

Do not consider self as a ball,

To kick, play, or stroll,

It is precious diamond or baby to call.

Do not console my heart, but my soul,

Here, nature is either gracious or cruel.

But beware of evil or the sense of dismay,

Just precious meanings carved on clay-

My heart becomes gloomy,

My soul is not bloomy,

I want the price to pay,

My soul needs lovely way,

My heart knows the righteousness to convey,

It is life so a humorous play,

Is Mind a blockage?

Is Heart a tiny cage?

Is Soul eradicated in a younger age?

I want to catch everything right,

A knight of passion erased many a plight,

And solve all troubles with knots

Those are tight,

I cried from morning to night,

Till I lost the whole sight,

I cannot see the evil or the good

I returned quickly to my god,

I find a painful flood of blood,

Standing up, no movement as idol,

Is it legend or riddle?

It may be frustrated puzzle.

Stop! Breathe for minutes and murmur

Like a bee over gardens or razor

Over your soft cheeks,

Take yourself in a long round for weeks,

Climb up the glory- the highest peaks

Smile for the widest love

Think in pair and prove,

Then lead your senses to thrive

That is your life: a huge hive.

Beware of the poisonous evil

Hug those who love you-

Co-operation; Are you against or pro?

Is nature friendly or foe?

Death extracts soul from head to toe,

Wait and think well

You must believe in god's will

I summoned these holy voices,

To write and present lovely poises

It is my energy to write poem

As a reply to famous poet

I sit down and think a bit

I find out my meanings wet

Running quickly to drink deeply

I could – after that write

A poem and play at midnight-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fire vs. breezes of mercy[1]

 

Away from my sight-   a horrific fire

It is fire of evil and dire

Incredible poisons in the air

Of illusions and vampire

Get up Adam and release the tire

That tire of guile and nuclear

Don't follow the life of liar

Be active and clear

Your are neither foolish_ as Lear

Nor you are a lazy bear

You are not the crocodile's tear_

But a tool to kill the evil

A rough and red devil

Who has no place inside heaven?!

The more he can damage vile

Before putting its seed

And catch your head to feed

On your will and grill

Your mind and eyes to be blind

To stumble in life without ability

To find_

Your lost glory or dignity

The optimum in life is the entity

The life in welfare and prosperity

You are not an easy prey

You are mountain inside the desert

You have to be active on the alert

To fight that evil

And subvert the fact to the best_

A breeze of good breaks the mood

Add the vitality and unbroken code

Warn us of what is built on our

Heart or as craw on your shoulder

Think and build a time and keep

In one folder_

The way to good is easy-going

To deceive is never your impulse

Come forward in life and fight

The false!

Over a nature that you bring

The values and string

With your wing in the sky

To sing, praise god, and fly

With no tire nor strains_

Be patient for what you want to gain,

And erase the remnants of any pain_

 

 

 



[1] 2013

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