Chris Prabu

Love
Heavenly, Blissful
Falling, Feeling, Mesmerizing
Heart, Soul.., Fight, Cry
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I am trapped
In no man's land.
Search everywhere
For rescue.
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Let me trespass
Into your elegant garden
Which has orchards
Of soft, silky melons.
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I'd never thought that
I will live for someone.
I ever so,
Not even a bit.
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Have you ever read
About the anguish of a widower?
Sound strange?
Yes....about a widower.
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There is a place
I rarely have a chance to visit.
Where once I spent my lovely days
With unlimited joy and bliss.
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You don't need to die or
Commit great sins
To feel the fire of the hell.
Come to my hometown in summer
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He is a monster
A blood thirsty monster
Raised from the blood of
Innocents and aborigines.
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This land has thousand gods
But very few humans with heart.
The so called educated, cultured
Pious, piety minds are filled with shit.
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Shall we close our eyes
And go back to our past and pleasant
Memories which are still fresh as a morning flower....
Can you still keep them alive
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After the demise of my wife
I had no way to calm down
My howling, drooping, monkey mind.
Friends, colleagues and well wishers
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There is a gorgeous angel
I often refuge in her memories
Whenever my mind Frazzles
Perturbs or encircles in gloomy thoughts.
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I'm standing alone in darkness
Where you've left me.
Like a traveller lost his guide and way
And weeping at the brink of the life.
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Every year, before your b'day
I feel pretty nervous to greet you.
However I try hard
I can't find the right words
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I could hardly believe myself
When you offered me
The inestimable boon of being with me
Which proved your limitless love.
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What is love?
Is it an attraction?
Is it an affection?
Is it a relationship?
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Why do you still keep her
In your painful heart?
People ask me with concern.
"She, a passing cloud
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Can you remember
The moment we first met?
Two unknown faces stood among in crowd
And slowly glanced with each other with shy.
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Don't let me go
With anyone
As my view so bleak
Path still a puzzle.
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My love is like a growing tree
Seasons may come and go
Like the rise and fall of the sun.
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