Ocean
The Ocean sees differently. . . When you reflect in it, it doesn't absorb you. . . The Ocean gives you, your Existence. . . Love is a Vastless Ocean
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Sacred
Trees: We are the most Ancient trees upon whom Poets share themselves. They sit in Our shade, wonder at Nature oft and find Refuge from the pace of Scorching . . Poets are actually, Sacred.
Quiet is a Communication also; The Quiet poems
........................ They were yet alive just, quiet Almost as Invisible, is Quiet : Babli ..............................................
Let's poem together, beloved
Two lonely beings It's true; ................ . 2 beings, together Can be lonely. When the Invisible , uncalculating Thread of Love Pulls their Spirits as One, It's not lonely anymore! Poetry. . .that Thread of Love; Where we write and say Love, anguish, pain, agony. . .together! : reshma ......... ................................. .... . I got these Pictures For you I got them from a Consciousness of a Mystic; She left them In my soul Through a Poem; I know She loves Heaven! : Reshma ...................................... I let my heart Show itself to You. . . You Love! : Babli ................................... .......... ................ I wanted to wear that Morning, forever When You were looking at the same Dawn with me : Reshma
Away from Them
He didn't want The colours; The vague, the Unknown, the Stopping of the Poem Was Him. . .; He had lost , How to Love! She would bring him back To himself, To Love. . . away from them, and their cruel ennui And their mindless clamour about trivia , their bartering of souls, the wages put upon Poets' spirits, the coming and going of heartless people. : Reshma
Turn back
To A dying beloved: Before you die , Know this. . . That she can't live without You; If you could, Turn back : Reshma
Poet
He was a Poet He knew how to draw a Line in your Soul and place a Word within your Spirit; When a Thought had to be , enshrined He knew how to love it . . He was the Tears of the Hurting And the One who knew how to wrap his pain , within. . . He was the Poet! The soft water drop Upon a bruised heart The only beloved She had He was the Poet My longing ! : Reshma