Words Much Like Poetry

the struggling light flickers atop a water candle a windy spell blows and threatens to put it out the flame almost leaps off but grabs onto the icy wick burning at the watery fuel the flame dreams of the water and the water holds its silence, unyielding ceding no ground betraying no emotion but the flame burns still on the water candle consuming the icy wick the water seeks the company of the flame the words exchanged of half passion half mystery betraying no emotion a perfect perplexity of state a perfect refusal of pairing yet the flame burns atop a water candle the flame aches denied for long no chance handed him no hint of future unity the flame burns upon an icy wick dreaming of the comfort of watery embrace the water plays games of wiles leading the flame's yellow heart to abeyance leading it to passion's end a place of hopelessness and pointless visions the water candle lets the flame burn upon an icy wick it has stood for long waiting for a sign of hope the struggling...

What is this that overwhelms me so, makes me weak of resolve when I try to forget. My efforts to distract myself fail me, and all I am left with is emptiness without you. My mind cries for you always, mine heart calling to be answered. Every heartbeat calling to you calling, of the depth of feeling to be heard. The restlessness that has overtaken me, denies me peace and fills me with longing; a desperate need to be acknowledged and be of substance in your eyes. Why do you keep silent? I only seek to know your heart. Every time I draw near, you turn your face away from me. I only ask to be heard, the desire in my heart to be understood. The warmth of your laughter, bids my failing heart, arise. Bathe me with your shy glances, touch my hand as you pass by, turn to look at me as you walk away, smile at me so I may be whole. ~ Pandit, that sappy Indian bugger. Image: Vintage Art - Lady with Tennis Racket

I am torn, conflicted between one who is beside me and one that should be, I cannot decide. She is my anchor, speaks the words that comfort my heart. The other teases me, a fun loving heart they both make a perfect woman. But I must decide. Must I choose? She bats her eyes and I die, the other winks and my knees give way. Must I choose? She makes my heart faint with longing, The other cherishes me beyond what I can imagine, they both fill my heart with joy. If I part with her, I will die. If the other leaves me, my soul will be robbed of light. Must I decide? They both are the perfect woman. ~ Pandit. And so continues the emotional binge. Image: Diver From Beneath by Petr Kratochvil

Stoke these brands within, set my heart alight with love. Play my strings to the song of you, heaven is within you as you shine on me. Cover me with your enigmatic splendor, light my world with your sparkling smile, hush my racing heart with a touch and carry me to happiness beyond in your arms. Written By: ~Pandit Untrustworthy Indian Poet!  Fine, be like that and betray my weaknesses.

I was only 7 years old, living with my grandmother when my neighbor's youngest daughter spoke to me first. This story is hilarious, amazing and then sad, I wish I could have had the chance to meet her for our third decade... young as I am radiating naivete due to my age I know I am a boy and that she is a girl I remember I wanted us to be friends and even closer than that I do not know what drives me to this only that it is what I want in a show of affection I push her -and she pushes back, stained with dirt and grandma breaks us up and it was then I got the definition grandma asks me to bathe get ready for the marriage, she says we will take care of the bride-price later after the girl and I marry I dash to the bathroom and bathe I am excited, do I really know why I am this elated? and I look at the starry eyed girl innocently unaware of the budding romance ten years later and I am a young man it would b...

in the golden bath of the plunging sun the one who is stranger no more holds her close to still her trembling and seeks to illuminate her darkened soul she turns to him, her face a brazen perfection but her eyes of raw umber a reflection of sorrow his own eyes a deep sapphire sparkle, infect her with the calmness of still waters they bubble up from her eyes, streaming down unblemished skin—the dew of relief and the kiss, a plunge into a celestial fountain and in the softness a burst into wondrous paradise he pauses—her tears do not stop, she entreats the salt turns sweet and her body yields to passion he shelters her from the icy breeze whispering to her in harmony with long grass whistles the stars illuminate her face ever so softly and she relinquishes her heart to his warm embrace

from the beginning, her pull was full of thrill. the attraction of mystery and shadows. her haunting tune drew me to her like the wail of a siren. clandestine meetings on the lonely bench beneath the yellow candle lamp. the cobblestones echoed with unseen horse-trots and chariot chimes. whispers emanate from the corners of my mind as she smiles behind the half shadows. her face is chalk-white pale; haunting. her tog of flawless red and flowing curves. hypnotic. her walk awakening electric attractions. in perfect shadow her eyes aglow and teeth pearl white as she smiles, a purring cat playing with her doomed mouse; the chase her pheromonic ritual. my arousal her hunger, and my pulse the aroma of passion. "hush, little man," she sings in my head, her lips on my neck. and the love bite, a suckle and the goosebumps. my arm grows cold as she sucks my love dry. my neck tickles with tingles and she is ice-cold. fuzzy vision in a deathly embrace and the world is snatched from me. I ...

it was not enough he was not enough her world was not for him, yet he lived the world without indulgence for long he wished for the crux event, and when it came, he escalated to near nova but his moon denied him and it shined, mocking his vain attempt he yearned for the wild flower pitied by the ivy and the poison oak as he fetched pollen for his unrequited love her thorns the agony of unspoken rejection a declaration, a denial and then pity their sympathy only heightened his pain as he longed for floods to purge his fractured heart he grabbed at straws, while jealousy consumed him her world was not for him, yet he grabbed at his pillow, praying for the genie of wishes but there was no sting on his shoulder and he knew not why that mattered he bore his pain for six moons, till it ceased to shine he forgot her name, and she ceased to exist only a shadow, crumbs of memory if only he had known with a brief flare of forgotten consumption he left a mark on the fair moon, who though sought o...

I have launched campaigns to foreign lands for so long, fought for these lands to belong to me and every time I have failed every time these lands fiercely repulse me my strength has failed me, I cannot fight anymore conquests and crusades, I cannot do anymore I fear my lands are barren, unattractive inadequate for the needs of those who are me I shall then sit and hope, that one day I will be conquered by another to whom I will give tribute and who will offer me but a part of their lavish bounty

he could look into them forever, the window to her soul the jewels whose brilliance lights up his soul and bathes it in purity her very shadow makes flowers grow her breath brings forth ice flakes her words are the strum of a harp and her footsteps the whisper of angels he can only look at her through the glass their distances insurmountable their hopes unrequited their sentiments unspoken yet she wears the crown, his queen of a distant land her seat beside him remains empty and the empty palace halls echo with loneliness

to say I valued you would be a lie to say otherwise would be untrue from among chaos you found me a broken toy unloved and abandoned squeaking aloud but swallowed by imperfection and you made me feel valued once more you I did cherish, though I did not fall for you I was grateful but your wish I could not grant you you fixed me and I could not be as benevolent to you I loathed my inability to rise above my prejudice to say I cared enough would be a lie to say I abandoned you would be untrue the toy you fixed is broken again lost among the dust of destitution a crippled doll limping to desolation a lost plaything in the dark of a deep closet

she had treasure, housed in a beautiful box it was a music box with words of melody there was always a gleam of ivory, before the melodic led to precious she lent me this box, and I could touch the ivory I could feel the beauty of the treasure box so precious the music treasure box the box was smooth and velvet and the treasure, she showed it to me I heard it when I touched the pretty box I have not forgotten the sound from the box the box whose music was the treasure

upon six gems we struck a covenant, to be as one among the chaos of our youth to bond our hearts of jade and azure, to an unlikely perfect graft a mystic of sentiment you were a chestful of gold-lings and shinies the sparkle at the summit of passion found the gentle whisper of a diamond brook but your brilliance hid the crack in your refraction a weakness you hid to preserve my integrity and as you slowly splintered, I motioned you make house with me you slowly lost your luster and I shuddered in silence as deep down I knew, the Gem Maker was calling you home at the failing of shines, we made our vows the imprint of our eternal memory, and the band of six jewels a testament to our union you were broken and I could not mend you and I tried to shine brighter for the both of us but I could not fix your center and you gave up your last light in mine hands image created by Antony Kamau

by Robert Burns (1759-1796) Humid seal of soft affections, Tend'rest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss. Speaking silence, dumb confession, Passion's birth, and infants' play, Dove-like fondness, chaste concession, Glowing dawn of brighter day. Sorrowing joy, adieu's last action, Ling'ring lips, -- no more to join! What words can ever speak affection Thrilling and sincere as thine!

There is nothing much to the poem, just looking at a lover's embrace in musical terms. I have always been a fan of musicals especially when there is no default sex involved. One fine example would be a classic Hindu movie - there is intense passion portrayed without the necessity of a sex scene. his head rests upon her bosom the heaving, its rise and fall a rhythm of sentiments deep her breath sweet, the breeze a whisper the softness of her cuddle the drumbeats her heartbeat her curves his adventure her soul his quest found to the song the drapes dance to the dance the palm leaves whistle to the whistle she hums the tune of souls united

i have traversed this beach for what seems eons, yet time upon time, what i seek to achieve always escapes me. i seek peace for my tortured soul, in the sound of the crashing waves, in the smell of the salt air, in the feel of the chill wind that whips against my weathered face. i walk now in an area close to, but not near, the water’s edge. my eyes scan the distant horizon, searching an elusive peace of mind in the sun’s reflection upon the blue-green surface of the ocean, walking on sand that bares much witness to my habitual walks, and those of others, as evidenced in the footprints that crater nigh the entire surface of the sand. a testimony of the pain of the world, perhaps? for a while longer, my steady gait gains me silent ground, the crashing waves and the seagulls and such that fly by my only companions. then, i hear them, moments before i see them, a young couple deep in heated debate, the battle waged a fierce one, words their tools and pain their weapons. i slow my already ...

I chase careless twirls with my eyes, as they merge with invisible mists, they conspire in whispers to capture my very soul. my soul will belong to her, the toxic exotic she has stolen my reverie, with baneful enticement. my ruthless wonder has poisoned me, there is no nostrum, her breath is of musky inhalations and a fragrance of fairy woods. she renders me breathless, quick looks with her bewitching brown gaze, they have an unconventional glimmer, la femme fatale has made me her willing prisoner.

he walks the empty filled streets, hearing only the echo of his footsteps amid the thunder of a thousand walks. there exists only himself, haunted by a deep loneliness. an empty heartbeat is his only companion. it has been a year since sadness befell him, and the magic of the enchanted stirred within. how can days be so empty, yet teeming with life? oh how the halls echo in his empty cry. her image haunts him, and agony halts his step, heavy and daunting. she is his destiny, and she denied him he cannot have another, her place can never be filled when will this road paved with pain ever end? the hopes within have withered, there stands only a weeping willow amidst.the future only reveals darkness, he sees not a minute to it.the shadows play pranks creeping about, shaping her ghoulish figure. the air of fairy wood paints her vividly in his mind. he longs for his tribulations to empty forth in a flood, but not even a trickle will oblige him.the coffers of the weeping will offer ...

scripted predestinations equations and revelations bombard my mind, I cannot hold the weight. company bequeathed me, a fresh page of hidden words and mysteries. the quill of life writes unexpected verses, full of anathema and exclamations. destiny and fate, a writ the heavens scribe. my heart stands upon a rail, I am not allowed to deviate from the path. of beauty and fragrance, vanities and sweet palpitations, I partake. the road to agony is predestined. control has been denied me. I am drunk from this elixir, addiction to it will be my undoing. like a moth I am pulled toward the light, my fatal attraction. words tear upon my soul, every letter a stake to my heart. all grows dark, my path a road of spikes. the cry unscythe me before I bleed out release me, I choke at the tether unchain me, the iron burns breath to me, this lack light suffocates me

I say to you, ask me at the end of life's road, if I love you, do not ask me now when there is so much of you I have yet to learn.