Who Would Paint?

The world has lost its’ colour
All specks of brilliance lost
Dare say, buried.

When did I begin to forget my neighbour?
“Every man for himself”, say most
Kindness hid.

One block down, my neighbour yearns
Surrounded with pieces
Barely enough to keep the last child breathing.

The observer hears:
Comfort may fade tomorrow
The last child would make a feasting.

But while his world seemed lustreless
As his shoulders slouched hollow,
His heart was made befitting.

This one would splash the world some colour
Strokes of love and compassion burst
Pushing the greys of self beyond buried.

The Chase

Bad hair day
Mismatched running shoes
Laces disjointed like scurrying worms
Glasses askew, lens cracked

You see, I tried
I did try to tell you
With tears, with words
Of this love that has filled me

Endlessly, you see
As a sonorous stream
This tap gushed on and yet on
But did no justice to quantify this love

I dance, yet restive
I dream, yet awake
I laugh, yet with tears
I sing, yet without words

“Where is he whom I love?”
On the street’s corner you say?

Wind in my hair
Mismatched shoes, running
Tripping all over my laces
Glasses askew, lenses cracked

Sparks

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She dipped her pen in scarlet,
Carved out a sheet of the clouds’ misty curve
On it she penned a letter of love
As whispers of excitement softly tugged the earth

In her heart, a thousand words fluttered by
Much like the sparks within an electric cable
Blue, Gold, Purple, Red, Silver: hue incredible!
In her heart, a decent picturesque of the dimpled gent who walked by

Loud whispers serenade the earth
Making beautiful melodies
There is a writing in the clouds above
A masterstroke made by love

With Eyes Wide Open

Love found me,

I fell in.

What Would You Call It?

What is a heart really?
Muscles, atria, ventricles bathed in blood
Beating rhythmically to sustain life

Dare I call it a navigator?
Signs, searchlights, paths
Indicating a turn, here or there

Can voices be heard from hearts?
Passionate as that follow-through friend
Bellowing your unsung dreams

Perhaps an instrument of tranquil?
Defiling the popular belief
“Use your head, not your heart”

The backbone of, for love?
Conjoining peoples
Agápe, Éros , Philía, Storgē

What is really is a heart?

The Talking Heart

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I long to give without measure
My heart now and forever
For I am held captivated

Displeasure?
Never!
Undaunted

By your own heart – a treasure
In your absence I shudder
You presence leaves me enervated

Pressure?
Never!
Unconcerned

A thousand songs I’d render at leisure
Delivering delight to your selfless border
My satisfaction elevated

Fantasticated
Encapsulated
Multticoated
Intoxicated

Dear Future Husband,

Love-seeker
Attention-drawer
Passion-giver
Pleasure-retainer

Void-filler
Dialogue-chaser
Cheer-leader
Morale-booster

Hug-demander
Kiss-giver
Time-spender
Life-nurturer

Memory-holder
Vision-painter
Dream-catcher
Solution-finder

Silent-guider
Loud-supporter
Soul-partner
Great-defender

Synchrony

Mission
Passion
Lotion
Motion
Man and wife with mission, passion joined
Necessary lotion, motion gained

The Mystery of Sweet Response

Shontelle went to the market place for some ripe grapes
And yellow drapes for her white walls
Perhaps the hue would make light the silence
Drowning the sound of old tapes humming nothingness

The cheery young trader whose grapes she did barter
Flashed a dimpled smile, uncoy!
The bluntness of his stare knocking her senseless
His lips unmoving, save the ever slight upward turn of its corners

Six stalls down his grape stand she walked
Trudging on to garner some scented spices
“Good day again, can I barter more grapes? ”
Back she was, under the intensity of his well lit eyes and upturned lips

Drapes forgotten
Spices unpurchased
She basked in response to sweet response
Finding better drapes in him

L-o-v-e ♥

 

Ladies and gentle men,

my very first Haiku!