How Far!

    

As I opened my eyes to the brightness
of the sun, I asked her soft yellow warmth,
how far can you be from my leaning thoughts?
Well, she said and rightly too, ‘No, not far!’

    

I have asked the fog too the other day,
how far can you be from my wrapping thoughts,
that wrap you like the fog drapes the Earth,
‘As the dewdrops are from the plains of grass’, she replied!

     

So, you cannot be too far away from my existence,
even in solitude you cling to me in remembrance!

    

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Transparent Tears

        

Though my tears are too transparent to see,
must you never look for it on my chin?
Must you never feel how the raging wind
change its color and the wild smell, outside
from sunny yellow to a gloomy grey,
from fire to earth when touched by drops of rain?

       

Have you ever wondered why the clouds cry?
Who fills them to their brims with tears and why?
You must look southward, look towards the sea!
There, in its saline depth you shall find me,
along its length and breadth you can discern
my tears as foamy waves on the run!

      

Yes, I know my tears were too transparent to see
but had you ever sought them, even in your dreams?

         

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Angels Are Always Blue

    

When she is clad in blue, I am speechless,
for it seems she has wrapped an ocean or the sky
around her limbs as her free flowing hairs
resemble the clouds or the shadow of the waves!

    

In yellow the sunlight seems to wrap her
with an adoring love that greets the new leaves
of Spring, nurturing with mild caresses
as her free flowing hairs become the gushing wind!

     

In crimson she wears her emotions on the skin,
as warm and wild as her beating heart, ripe and full
as the summer months, so bold yet apprehensive
of expressions, trying to look unfazed, though in vain!

    

But nothing beats blue on her, I swear on my life,
for Angels have always been painted with blue, alike!

       

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Translation (My Dear Artemis)

Madly, I have fallen in love with Artemis,
goddess of the hunt, moon and wilderness,
like Zeus falling for pretty Europa,
though I have pledged my human love to her,
as myself instead of as birds or beasts
I love you with all my heart, my dear Artemis!

Thinking if I have lived long enough, already,
I was burning like a candle burns before
the blue and yellow flame is extinguished
but then I found Artemis, smiling at my door.

In a flash my emptiness, dejection and pain,
all of them were whisked away by your starlit smile,
as I tasted the innocence, in your violent kiss,
of the silver moon and blood, my dear Artemis!

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A Rebel’s Heart

And blood flows through my veins into a rebel’s heart;
a rebel who did not begin his life as one,
rather the kind that sprung from broken dreams and scorns,
rebelling only when there is no other way
to survive the tyranny of lies and wild love
that hangs like yellow fog of winter around them.

After watching the hours grow into days and weeks
into months I have grown weary of emotions
that seem almost too carnal to be labeled grand
with more than half of the human life gone for me.

I am, past the pinnacle of my prying existence,
too old to stay put but too young as well to walk away,
still, a rebel’s heart that throbs with blood from my veins
will forever hold me inside the winter’s yellow mane.