Good Morning Love!

 

Good Morning Sweetheart

The splendent ray

It's incessant wait ends

touches her petaly skin

A soft smile builds on her face

A greet exchanged

Envious, I spew at the morning light

 

Her ethereal innocence

sets me in a trance

my eyes mist up

a fairy journey begins

apprehension trampled

vermin of anxiety shot

fear tamed,

pushed into the abyss

 

Only the heart beats,

as a zestful tide

the air redolent

with fumes of love,

purges the hidden chambers

drifts the nettling thoughts

 

She comes close

the shiny droplets

dripping through her hair

fall on my bare skin

the flesh breathes life

the holy water of love permeates

a greet exchanged - Good Morning!

 

 

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Birth!

A tunnel
Long and windy
Darkness engraved
Pressing silence
Whispers
A furtive nexus, or
An ominous swear

Caged in,

my kicks, Feeble
my shrieks, Futile
wonder
if can permeate
those dense walls

Tender tapping

The sweet croon
A mellifluous voice
Vectors of assurance
Threats lifted

A sudden flush

All illuminated, white

One holds,
The emollient touch
One kisses,
Welcome note shared
One calls,
"You are mine"

I recognize

that Voice and that One

The cool gentle wind murmurs - 
"Mom"

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Wordle 219
The Tuesday Platform

Absence!

The wistful heart

Gloom whipstiched

Weeps for your absence

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The Cry!

Papa, So much to share, 

        But numbered are the days 
Can you not try, 

           And, extend your stay

Watery eyes, 

The formation of tears

And, his unflinching crusade to

Hide those shears

     Papa, w'll enjoy these three days

Let the future sink

      I see his struggle to

       Internalize the link

Papa, I understand the crux

       But, cannot fathom the brute

Why God is so unkind

 Why doesn't HE root

 Papa, I long for the feel

   The intertwined fingers

     But, Empty is the bed

             The smell of yours lingers

       Papa, I stare at the ruckles      

    Wallowing at my plight

        My shrills get drowned

              Amidst the dreary night

Papa, can you not fix

     Help me win this fight

     Motionless, I stand

        Oh son, I love you

                 I hug him tight.........

( During my return, after my term break, from my home location, my son's insistent cry left me in a bitter state. The way one forces oneself to unshackle, momentarily, the love grips of near ones, to chase ones aspirations can be shattering - I know it's all about the greater benefit, but hands on heart, at times, it kills.....the intangible stakes are equally high for a mba. I dedicate this to my son, but may be likewise applicable for our mom, wife, husband; sorry, if the post got a bit grim....)

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Poets United, Midweek-Motif

Symmetry!

Demonic black to Fairy white, 

Quiescent melancholy gives way to Halcyon tranquility

The harmonic symmetry of Life

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Sweetheart!

Black clouds of ennui
Restlessness of a fly
Synonymous with thee
Neither excited, nor doomed
Words fail to innervate

Your name, the Outlier
Queasiness nailed

Corneal spangle

Lather of Happiness

Love it is!
The variable, 
Quadrants fail to accomodate
Grows, 
And it grows, exponentially....

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Missing you....

Son

His eyes

glisten, glister
Hugs me tight
Waves of Reunion

 The toodle-oo moment 
His eyes change, stolid stare
Tears trickling, cheeks moistened

 Weightless drops, heavy on my soul 
Tidal Wave of separation engulfs me

( This is an Etheree.  Etheree is a ten-line poetry ascending in syllable count for ten unrhymed lines. It’s attributed to an American poet, Etheree Taylor Armstrong of Arkansas. An Etheree should focus on one idea or subject )

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