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Moonfield   Leave a comment

drifting in and out through the sheets
wondering what in your room I am doing
there’s a blank screen in front of me
and an empty slate that I am living

unlit candles fragrant on the bedside
unscheduled delays bringing us closer
echoes of the sarangi in a forgotten place
companion to the silence in our embrace

keep me at the back of your heart
lock that door and keep the key to yourself
and when time cheats you by going too slow
escape indoors to that vast moonfield memory
that exists only for you.

Courtesy Rumi page on Facebook

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Posted November 3, 2012 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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L’Esprit   3 comments

Deep empty space…
Vast and infinite,
Miles of aisles…
Long and endless
Ripples of silence…
Arms in ballet,
A thought of you… a thought of me
Wandering across this landscape.
The crazy, dry wind
Blowing a gale…
Yellow sunny fields,
Colliding into the hills
The tourmaline sea…
Gentling into the sky…
Happy purple hibiscus,
Tucked snugly in my hair…
A world of memories…
Drumming my heart in a locket.
White clouds of thoughts
Drifting lanterns without a thread,
Waves of empty vacance,
Sing solitude to my ears,
The dance of the peacocks
Splendidly quiet in the rains,
The sweet love of existence,
Wielding colors from my palette
Your watchful gaze on me…
The unborn Universe of a child
Our fingers intertwined…
Leaves meshed in a vine,
Your innocent surrender
peace inching  closer…
The mirrors of faces…
exploding butterflies
the Spirit set free.

Posted May 25, 2010 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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Reunited   2 comments

~ An old man’s love story…

The cool breeze stirs me awake at midnight
There’s just me and the pigeons quivering on the branches outside
The leaves whisper among themselves too absorbed
To notice my silent gaze of love held by your picture on the wall

A kiss is now just a musing on an empty easel
For a heart grown old as Jesus in a cathedral
Now I can fathom sweet love of distant memories
Doesn’t take a philosopher to admire the moon rippling on the lake anymore

Butterflies chase each other across a demure meadow
As bees suckle the idle flower bossoms
I’m just a spectator with a youth forgotten
Lost in this serenade that’s moved beyond my ears

The evening has soaked itself
Like the cork in my old wine bottle
In the mouldy comforts of the rains
That’s preserved for these tranquil moments
When all I do is watch me turn mellow
As the autumn does…from gold to yellow

Thoughts just gently slide..
Like tips to young Johnny at the bar a tired Friday night
I laugh inwardly at my private joke…
I’m left favored by the very love that left the man next to me broke
As I finger her fading smile in my wallet
My heartstrings tug in that disconcerting way
Rousing a teardrop that longs to run astray

It’s not too late they say now
To walk away to that bridge across forever
All I have to do is leave my spirit to wander
And wait for it to surrender…

The angels comfort me quietly passing by
As I gaze at the stars fade away in the morning sky
As the doves preen their feathers in the dew
I pray I be reunited forever with you

Posted November 30, 2009 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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Youness   2 comments

I wake up every morning huddled like a child
Though my heart has healed of longingness
And I see it wearing the signs
As it watches prospective lovers pass by

A voice calls softly in the dark stillness
It seems to come from beneath the layers I’ve shed
It’s time I lost all memory of you, it’s time to give up
And run unabashed to the man you’ve become

Encrusted by space is a desire to share
Just walking between fields of blooming dreams
Forgive me love, for I took the long road home…
That seems to intertwine across your comfort zone

Open expanses of turquoise…
I desire to be in those eyes
Just a tiny existence of pure white
Floating above your Universe now in sight

They taught me rules, the language of bonds
But I learnt freedom could never be bought
It took me a while to get this life right
Here I am barenaked, asking for you to join

Spoons and cups wake me softly to your form
Your perfume in the sheets stirs my body awake at dawn
‘Youness’ settles with the raindrops soaking the hallway floor
As our senses sink gently into the forgiven warmth of home

Posted November 24, 2009 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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November Rains   Leave a comment


Bring me down, down on my knees
Sweet rebellious November rains
You pour down seasonlessly
Cut my journey a li’l short
Shower me your rebellious grace
Come on…you can soak me now
Here I am naked on the street
With arms wide open in surrender
Traveling life soundlessly

I make my way to glass confinements
Wondering why I’m here
So many lost in the same thoughts
Riding through the same tunnels
I see myself running down the steps
To play with the children in the park
I look so happy in this vision
I wonder if I can make it that far

Bring it down, down to this planet
Sweet rebellious November rains
As you pour down seasonlessly
Cut my journey a li’l short
Shower me your rebellious grace
Come on…you can submerge me now
Here I am open on the street
With arms wide open to receive
Traveling life noiselessly



Girls in sophomore blues walk by
Jumping over the potholes giggling away
The diligent windchime waltzes softly
As the rainy breeze fills the house’s silence
I am dressed by the mood of romance
Even as solitude takes care of my heart
A human touch has weathered from chrome to pastel
Like the drapes shielding me from the sun

Bring it down, down to my tiny spirit
Sweet rebellious November rains
As you pour down seasonlessly
Cut my journey a li’l short
Shower me your rebellious grace
Come on…you can flower me now
Here I am holding out my dreams
With arms wide open to let them free
Traveling through life imploringly

Now the stars have hidden their faces
Even as the day has wound out the clock
The children have left the streets
As moribund clouds for you are born
I make my way amid the morose highrises
Thinking of a man in a chocolate land of blues
The lover who chose to marry another stranger
Joni’s smoking jazz in my ears as I bless you

Bring me down, down to earth
Sweet rebellious November rains
As you pour down seasonlessly
Cut my journey a li’l short
Shower me your rebellious grace
Come on…tune me to another scale
Here I am trying to be brave
With arms wide open let me fail
As I travel through life wistfully

Posted November 24, 2009 by Deepti G Gujar in nouvelles poèmes

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