My poem " The Bridge"

Bridge is one that connects two shores, two hearts and anything that are far and apart. Bridge stands for journey, leaving one shore and finding a new world.

The bridge

I'm waiting for my friend
Who went to the other bank
Across the river taking the old bridge
It was end of autumn
Beginning of winter.
I am awaiting my friend,
Who went to the other end of the bridge.

We traveled many miles together.
Soothened our feet,
Under the shades of canopies
And the old granite travel sheds.
We exchanged pain under
The scorching sun
Shared dreams in the windy dusks,
Wiped tears, patted each other to sleep
Under the moonless sky.
I 'm still awaiting my friend on this end of
The bridge !

He will come back,
Taking the same bridge
I keep looking
At the other end of the ancient bridge
A silent lonely path there...
Filled with dry leaves...
Trees with leafless boughs
Awaiting a chilly winter to embrace !
The road my friend took !

Should I believe
he didn't keep his words?!
Should I know
I got to travel alone here on?!
How do I learn to walk alone?
How do I pretend,
There was no yesterday with him?

Dusk is descending
Darkness spreading,
Like a painter's spilt black.
I strain to peer across the bridge
for my friend,
My philosopher...!
The mud road of dry leaves
Is empty and desolate.

My friend gone to the other end
Has not yet returned.
Wind blows fierce...unchained.
Darkness.
Compadre....do u hear me?
I'm still waiting ……
Waiting for you….
Alone.
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rtv
29.6.2009

Another poem...

I have always found Tattoos and the emotions behind them interesting and awsome, because Tattoos are statements of your mind and they are permanent. ...

Tattoo

Tattoos are graffities...
Scripted on our bodies,
Un-erasable, magical !
The most adored conviction
Of a challenging existence..
A proud defiance to a,
dull conformity.!

They are designs of passion
Etched on the beautiful
Niches of the body and heart.
Tattoos pronounce
You are different,
Liberated and free...
Aggressive ones pride in the
Sensual little images on their
Erogenous zones !

On a subdued rainy afternoon
I unrobe to probe the tattoo on me.
I find it with my eyes closed.
The tattoo is on my soul,
Permanent and magical.
You are ! .you are the tattoo,
Arted on me,
Like an inscribed graffiti.
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rtv
21/7/2009

Just about Eclipse...

Yesterday night I woke up in the mid night and scribbled about 'Eclipse'...

Eclipse

Tonight, it is eclipse.

The moon is swallowed

By the serpent.

The cool smiling celestial moon

Shadowed, and gone dark.

We are like the moon...

One life and many eclipses...!

Broken hearts and bruised dreams.

What do we do with them

in the blinding darkness !

Oh etherial...

You shed behind the veil again,

Emerge smiling and radiant..

Forgetting the despairing darkness,

To scintillate the hearts of

Many lovers of the world,

Making them drunk with

Love and madness!

But, we have lost our smiles

In the mirrors...

Eyes sunken and dark..

Glow of goodtimes and love

Eluded like the night clouds.

Despairingly in darkness,

I sit lonely and heartsick.

The silver blue glow vanish...

It's eclipse here...

In my world!

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rtv

14 January 2010