Hold Me…

Hold me…
And wash away my silly and annoying awkwardness,
That is overgrown with irrelevant and tiresome details,
Of how things should be

I need you to hold me…
To take away my loneliness and silence,
I need time to stop my heart and feel all things,
That I wish, hope and dream of, only in an instant

Please hold me and trap my searching soul,
That anticipates, yearns and desires,
To dance like trees and flowers in the rain,
I want that moment to sink deep in my veins

Hold me, my dear…
Let my passion flow through you like a river,
I need to embrace a clear vision of true beauty,
To explore and discover new possibilities in your arms

In your arms,
I will swim in the stars and the clear moon,
I will give myself freely to you,
I will be that innocent leaf carried by the wind

When you hold me,
I will have no words to call that feeling,
But I know it is delicate, beautiful and smooth like fragile petals,
With bright colors which carry my stagnant distilled peace…

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Trapped Voice

He thought that in time, his mind will protect his sanity,
From mounting storms and chaos raging through his flimsy heart,
This rose, whenever he was close enough to experience her scent
In a second he was plunged into a state of enchantment

He was floating in the nothingness of the moment,
It bathed away all his old scars and made him new,
He was waving goodbye to suck desires,
He was a child of oblivion

It was a time to listen to the rhythms of his blinded heart,
He was spell-bounded in the amber of that delicious moment,
Never hesitating to wash all mannerism and pretenses,
Time was never guided by any system

The beauty in her scent carried silent power,
It was warm and had cherry blossom,
His black knowledge hinted that his time was here and now,
And it made blood to throb fiercely through his veins,

He was tired of waiting and wilting through cold days,
He was going to finally tell her about his black desires,
Even with a benign smile he felt disillusioned and lost,
He was unable to control his sensibility and emotions,

He wanted to tell her how much he needed her,
How much his days passed without any purpose,
How much he dreamt, wished and hoped for them both,
But the dryness of his throat spurted empty words,

He couldn’t do it!
The truth was too heavy!
He had failed yet again…
To save his trapped voice

 

As it is…

Discharging one’s specific duty in any field of action, in accordance with orders of higher authorities, serves to elevate one to a higher status of life.
~ Bhagavad Gita

The Awakening

From the windows of my soul, I could see the image of me,
Dancing in the timeless blue moon strokes,
Rending and tearing through time and space,
With my anxious, agile, slither body,

The breeze smelled of new earth and air,
I was surrounded and protected by an invincible chord,
I tasted a feeling of the ultimate freedom & fortification,
This was my tedious dream and fantasy made real,
I wished to hold and hoard that very moment,

A welcoming caress was flowing through my skin,
It made me immobile yet suspended my very soul,
There was easy and magical intimacy in the air,
Passing time distilled the sweetness of the moment,

 
My ocean-like ears were drowning every grief,
Satisfying all my senses with a worldly opulence,
I was the sun, the flower, the sky,
Filled with wild and unpredictable love,

It was a feeling of being unreachable,
It was marvelous and ruinous all at once,
It was painful yet amazing,
It was abnormal yet so real,
It was old yet so new,
It made me free and warm

The Search

Aston kamunde

Most people passed such a night by talking it away,
It was quiet but it carried a strange barbaric feeling,
The white moon was full, flat and appeared dead,
It was abnormal yet the tall proud trees carried a meaning

He was a victim of the universe that seemed to define him,
All paths were filled with infinite crowds that suffocated him,
The snares and stares made him a small fly caught in a spider’s web,
He’d grown up with his doubts where chances were never easy

But in this night, he had a chance to define his realities and illusions,
He believed that his experiences and life entitled him to grow and glow,
He was tired of the normal path decorated by inverted values,
For he had this notion of how things should really be

His unashamed desires burned with hard instincts that dominated him,
For the past was…

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Cold Dreams

Aston kamunde

My eyes are becoming instantly wet and blurry,
From a haze of dust blown by the indiscriminate wind,
A radiant and red cloud of dust is dancing above earth,
I can’t tell whether to let my tears loose from dust or from what I feel

My heart is bleeding with a mixture of feigned hope and fear,
Like the swaths of struggling flowers that are experiencing nakedness,
Under the piercing blades of sunlight and unforgiving, harsh wind,
We are all part of the chaos that legitimizes our own existence

My desperate and wounded efforts have turned out to be a maze,
After directing and navigating tirelessly to places unknown,
For I heard that is where my dreams lay in silence waiting for my hand,
But their cruelty is marked from their absence from my searching eyes

The cruelty of these cold dreams is as hard as the day before,
This…

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Old Spell

Aston kamunde

All naivety has been blown by the soft mountain winds,
All the innocence too, crushed with the ending of time,
My mind left with dark scars a reminder of what has been,
The world endowed with a cold cold sun

A gangling lingering feeling surrounds me,
Of a pattern so pure white as snow,
That raised my hopes and brought back my dead spirit,
Left me an experience that was beyond my expectation

My heart stays free and open,
A sense of slithering evading my body,
To what life has to offer with every novel day,
Though I remain free from any foggiest idea

Moving majestically like a ship we should,
Always guarded with a calm assurance,
That we are not locked in the old spell after all,
That while we are here we should celebrate the rain

Photo composition with full moon, part of a naked tree, cemetery, clouds…

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