The Birth of A Day*

The Birth of A Day*

Have you seen how the mornings spread across the sky,
as if Nature herself, with an invisible brush
drips water to the east on darkness of the night
and the horizons grow pale with every wash!

     

After a while her color palette shifts to blue,
her canvas brightens with virgin rays from the sun
and soon the silence of the air is broken too
by birds on rustic trees, meadows and city barns.

    

Then the fusing yellow dwarf takes over the scene,
like a child, jolted from the peace of his mother’s thighs.
The canvas turns into an art of reckoning,
exposed and merciless, in the blink of an eye!

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*Thank You!

In Praise of Love

In Praise of Love

I have a dream that I will be
on the sandy shore of Carthage one day,
to reimburse the Punic collateral
taken unlawfully by a cruel Mars!

The vast blue oceans that keep me away,
will be my ride when the time comes
but when? I too have often asked myself the same.
When did Hannibal brave the Alpine chill?

I do not think Lord has plucked me
or may be, for I burn nevertheless
to right the wrongs and write some songs
in praise of an all encompassing love!

Love is how the earth lets a seedling grow
or how the clouds empty their vaults
after flying for weeks in the wind’s flow
or how the moon dogs an ever fleeting sun!

Perhaps I shall arrive at the shore of my dream
or perhaps I shall drown and be
another Phlebas for eternity!

But if I reach my home I have found in your eyes,
I shall humbly ask for your hands and say,
I have come my Love, now please make me thine!

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Paper Rhyme (In A Darkened Room)

Paper Rhyme (In A Darkened Room)

(Translation of the Song)

Shredding scribbled pages in a darkened room,
I spend my hours with you gone forever,
not from memories but from my humble life,
like petals that remained inside a book…

I held you deep inside my throbbing heart
but you left for the land of no return,
still I keep waiting for you ever since…

In the shade of darkness,
memories playing games,
just solitude alone
remaining around me…
Open your eyes for once
to see me sowing dreams
of your resurrection, one day!

A few songs and albums both grey with dust
are all I have left with me to confide,
it seems I need you for my existence…

In the shade of darkness,
memories playing games,
just solitude alone
remaining around me…
Open your eyes for once
to see me sowing dreams
of your resurrection, one day!

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