As priceless as your unburdened face

Good tidings to someone who really deserved it, is what inspired this poem.

Lips are made for smiles,
Feet tap to the beat of a joyful heart
Ears, capture the vibrations of victory &
Eyes, mirror the reflection of life’s paillette.

Time is now to honour life,
Celebrate & venerate its beauty
Crash through high tides &
Assess the futility of worry.

Be as free as the wriggly faces of a new born
Dare break down the fences of conventions
Walk & skip along frilled narrow lanes
Pick up the struggling caterpillar

Gently helping it down on to the familiarity
Of grass, ITS civilization, escaping
Temporarily the harshness of asphalt.
Those are the biggest triumphs…

And as priceless as your unburdened face.

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The betrothal of man & nature 16.7.2013

an eternal blend
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The betrothal of man & nature
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I do not pretend to tame or conquer
Heights or skies
All I want is your revered beauty
Accompanying
My Odyssey so I can watch your
Marvels with
The Deference merited.

Sit in your silence or accept your
Fury crashing
Against the rocks, fire spitting off
The lips of
Earth, flashes gleaming through
The darkened
Wrathful clouds.

I would like to see the highest waterfalls
Offer itself
To its nucleus… sands sweep the
Evanescent dunes,
The waters shimmering…under the sun,
Froth Vanishing
On white, pink or black sands.

I have heard the echoes of ages,
Smelled foliage
After storm, stones impregnated
With life…
Followed tracks
With no direction, vibrating in me
The familiar sounds…

Of sub silentio… have witnessed
Frost crystallizing
Over dormant villages & glazed lakes,
Inhaled shards of
Glass deep in December’s bewitchment,
But never
Have I retired into

Your arm folds, lulled by your
Differing Anthems
Been a corroborator to your
Grandeur.
I have dreamt you in my
Days & nights,
Attending as an habitué,

Breathing in me, life in its kernel,
Crooning
The promises of paradise…
On the wings
Of habit & proneness…
But until then,
I will wait for the betrothal

Of man & nature
In an eternal blend.

You cradle them in your fold

you cradle them from far…
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You invite the houses
From far, cradle them
In your fold, consoling
Their ephemeral shadows.

Grace, beauty & raw power…

Raw power
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A few years ago
On my birthday
Was offered to
Me,the privilege
To watch, for the
First time in my
Life a polo
Game that we
Accidentally fell

Upon on a day’s
Out at the beach.
Horses and dolphins
Being my favorites,
I could not resist
The urge to capture
Their grace and beauty
All encapsulated in one
Mass of raw power…

P.s
Having said that, I prefer
Seeing them in their natural
Habitat 🙂

Unusual polo game
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