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...who is a POET??...he is...but a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes...
..he is the poorest of the poor..yet he carries an oasis in his heart cultivated by the caravan of his thinking...he is a pauper..but he still pretends to be a ' prince ' in the kingdom of his vivid imagination..
..he only sings when he is starving for he cannot sing if his mouth be filled with food...
..he only raises his hand to beg for he cannot raise his hands if it be filled with gold...
..his wealth is his winged imagination and fictive power to think...and ' thinking ' always acts for him as the stumbling stone to ' poetry '... :) ;)
..he is a tree watered by the river of beautiful thoughts..and carries in his heart a lamp unconquered by darkness..
..yes..he seeks NIRVANA..not by counting coins of gold..but in leading his sheep to greener pasture..in seeking a smile from humanity...in putting his child to sleep..and in writing the last line of his poem... :)

...he will be unheard until humans honor the dead and forget the living..for then only upon his ' death '... ' he ' will rule their hearts...and his kingdom will have no ending... :) :) ;)
..TO HAVE GREAT POETS..THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES TOO... :)

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

..paradise.. :) ;)


this aloneness is worth 
more than a thousand lives
this freedom is worth 
more than all the lands on earth
to be with you just for a ' moment '
is worth more 
than the world and life itself



..fly with me in my  dreams..
..absorb me in your thoughts..
..rebuild me out of promised touches..
..be mine as long as the horizon ll last..
..as if we are ruled by the limitless heavenly restrictions..
..as if we are immutable forever..
. and no life turn will ever challenge us..
..know my every longing..
..reveal to me your deepest goals..
..then hold me tight..
..and tell me the same stories over n over again..
..when sorrows engulfs me by the blanket of darkness..
..let ' your ' hands shows me the sunshine..
..when miseries make me limp...
..let your smile be my cane..
.. lets pretend being birds  living on land...
...wanting to fly in the air..
..to the barriers of the unknown..
.. where  we  are greeted by the lutes of angels...
..when life buries me in the abundance of ugly lies..
..take me out n hold me in your true  embrace..
...in your arms..where there is no awareness of pain..
...where peace dwells..where lies my ' paradise  '...
...bask me with ' your ' magical glance..
...may b with  your  glance...
..i will be free from all this sadness n emptiness..
..gift me with precious moment of being with  ' you '...
.. and let it be the last shelter of my existence.. :) ;)
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