In Pursuit of a Muse

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In Pursuit of a Muse

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There is only so much I can draw from my pail

draining words that exist on my tongue

and emotions alive in my heart,

then, where muse shall I find you again?

If attempts to recapture may fail

in the passing illusions

and my fingers are numbed and stained

from the ink of another’s delusion

who like me only dreams

among words that remained-

Will I find you in the love of a stranger?

Tell me how to draw out all this passion

trapped inside, when it screams

to let out in the words

that my tongue won’t pronounce,

how will I recognize that is you

if I draw from my soul

and the pail becomes empty-

Will I ever regress and renounce

this desire for a muse that does burn?

Tell me again if in death I will learn

and my need will subside

or forever to bleed my desires

in the ink of a fool that must write

while condemned to the fires of hell-

H.O


“I am no writer. Her sparkling eyes made my fingers write words in the sand. Her radiant smile made my pen write words in the air. Her beautiful soul made my typewriter type poems for eternity. I am no writer.”

― Avijeet Das

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Surrender

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Surrender

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‘Tis a way of loving deeply seeded in a heart

left to wither, unfulfilled desires  scattered across

places where memories come to play.

And what to do with this overflow decay

of passion in nights when all I need is you

to sprawl your body wide apart

and engulf me whole, to ride me stead

until my wants become a few

exhausted dreams of flesh and sweat,

my aching need to taste eternity

above a goddess striding hard

and I to perish in your arms.

H.O


“Reason lost the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept I was in love.”

― Paulo Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello

Imagination

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Imagination

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Maybe it is better not to know

taking shape in my mind I can draw you

next to me,

perfection simply known by desires

dabbed in colors sprung to life

on a way only I see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my loving touch?

Gliding fingers past your breasts

every nerve asking for more

finding places deep within your core-

Close your eyes,

can you hear my shorten breaths?

Flaming slowly around your neck

while my hardness enfolds your back,

sometimes better to imagine than to see-

Close your eyes,

can you feel my weight on you?

Rhythmic cadence in between lodged

desires coming home,

lost in you,  bone to bone-

Close your eyes,

Can you love me without knowing who I am?

Every fiber of your body calls my name

for your skin to douse in passion

and set aflame-

H.O


“There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun”

― Pablo Picasso

A Passing Sting

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A Passing Sting

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I regress, sometimes from love I feel the sting

of wishes lost between the sounds on cobblestone

with every step in darkest nights that took me away

so far away that only in dreams I may still cling

to hold you again, my arms forgetting you are gone

amid the sounds on empty streets in disarray-

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And I fall back inside these dreams to call your name

my tongue accustomed to the words so dearly heard

that I wake up my eager hands searching your skin

under the coldness of the sheets my mind inflamed

while I regress into the cravings so deep stirred

when in my bed from love I feel the passing sting-

H.O

Moments

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Moments

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We lived by moments hiding

in between smiles and looks,

your face pale like the moon

your smile brightest at noon

when we buried secrets in the sand.

We loved without haste riding

pleasure late at night when my hand

and lips soothed sunburned skin

under cool sheets,

tasting leftover saltiness

from a bed of grass by the farthest shore

where the waves meet the land.

And by moments we parted

with goodbyes each one less than before

forgetting how love taste

on sunburned skin

on a bed of sand by the farthest shore

 where we buried our moments in the sand-

H.O

Home

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Home

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Have you ever seen across the distance and far away

a place you feel could be your home?

Your eyes today became that place

but far they seemed like strangers land,

your eyes, your lips, your tender hand

to build a shelter for my soul-

And I contend to see you across and far away

your skies so clear your oceans sway

and call me softly to swim across,

to plant your earth until I’m old

and build my home

between your arms to safely stay-

H.O

“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”

― James Baldwin

Chasing Stars

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Chasing Stars

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If courage had to chase the stars

the ones that shoot across the skies

so fast that eager lovers eyes

will miss to wish upon once more-

If I could have as did before

when dreamers lands I traveled

I could then wish for you to see

how deep inside a look unraveled

my weaken dreams for evermore-

But gaining courage it’s often hard

no fairy tales of shinning knights

to conquest lands or touch a heart,

then once alone the cowards way

to wish upon in lonely nights

across the sky and so far away

for you to be my shooting star-

H.O