The Unseen Face

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Through the hallway of the old building she walked,
Face hidden from my searching eyes, Ah’, only her back in view,
Her right hand was tenderly clasped in her left,
As if life’s shallow feelings she never wants to let go.

In a white shirt and skirt, below her knees,
The right side of her thigh was revealed, with boots of black.
Her untamed hair danced on her back,
And with each step, an exotic beauty was unveiled.

The walls of the hallway echoed her grace,
As she passed, her beauty was a blessing,
Her presence was felt, though her face was unseen,
The hallway filled with her presence, so sweet.

The girl continued and vanished in the twilight,
A memory of her beauty, ever present in the night,
Her silhouette stayed in the minds of those who saw her,
Etched in the walls of that old building forevermore.

From that day for many days in mind a heavy weight I carried,
Her face I thought I must have seen, my mind forever craved,
What beauty that face must have had, Oh’, wishes restless ran,
Then to that hallway where I saw her I once more went,

And alone through that hallway, I walked in her imitation,
Somewhere in my mind echoed an embossed thought,
Life got better with just a beautiful face of her sketched,
By the walls, roof, and floors in my mind, her beauty in perfection.

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The Girl Who Outshined Twilight

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With pen in hand and heart ablaze,
I’ll try my hand at poetry today.
I’ll weave some words to create a tale,
Of love, of loss, of hope, of travail.

The world around us, so vast and grand,
A canvas for the poet’s hand.
The trees that sway, the birds that sing,
A symphony that makes our hearts take wing.

The sun that rises in the east,
A daily miracle, a visual feast.
The stars that twinkle in the night,
A reminder of life’s eternal light.

The people we meet, the friends we make,
Their stories, their struggles, their hearts that ache.
The bonds we form, the love we share,
A gift from above, beyond compare.

In poetry, I find a place,
To express myself, to find my grace.
To tell the world of what I see,
And share my heart, unabashedly.

So let me end this verse, this rhyme,
With a hope for peace in these troubled times.
May poetry be a light in the dark,
And bring us closer, heart to heart.

Ended my rhyme and still, my heart versed,
The thoughts blended into smile-filled daydreams,
The ever searching eyes found a joy for my heart,
When an image flashed in front of my eyes.

In the midst of a green expanse,
Stands a girl in white, so serene,
The setting sun, her backdrop dance,
And twilight, her halo, it seems.

She weaves her way through scattered minds,
A dream-weaver, spreading magic and wonder,
Her beauty seeps into every thought and bind,
And her charms, like spring, tear hearts asunder.

The sun, it lingers in the sky,
Enamored by her pure grace,
But my love for her, it shines so high,
Outshining even the sun’s bright face.

Her warmth melts even the coldest of souls,
As they fall in love with the vision she brings,
Yet all she shows are enigmatic roles,
And a silhouette that never truly sings.

She stands there, so still and free,
A vision of beauty in the field,
Her presence brings such joy to me,
My heart to her, forever yield.

Her mystery is her greatest allure,
A puzzle to be solved, a game to play,
Her presence a gift, her absence a torture,
A fleeting vision, that fades away.

And as the sun begins to set,
And darkness takes its hold,
I’ll hold her close, my sweet brunette,
And never let her go.

She wanders on, weaving dreams in minds,
Leaving a trail of longing and desire,
Her beauty lingering, her presence enshrined,
In the hearts of dreamers who never tire.

For in this moment, all is right,
With her, my world’s complete,
The girl in white, my shining light,
My love, my heart’s retreat.

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Marina Regina

Love Filled Winter Days.

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The assumptions of life in needs and wants,
And we live in imaginary bubbles we assume exist,
As none comes here alone and care of all we receive,
We leave alone, leaving our love imprinted in loved ones.

Touched only through senses and sensed only by love,
Fragility of mind, tests of brutality of time withstood,
As even in mid-age innocence in heart grew,
That shown the beauty from inside upon the body.

And that innocence through her smiles grew and spoke,
“Kindness at times is not in accepting love,
Kindness at times is in making someone feel loved.”,
World wandered around her in ecstasy and her smiles, unseen.

Time choked at the audacity of soul
When the world into an unloving mode thrown,
Driven by faithless, fueled by greed and ambition,
Where silence became the warrior prince of love.

Ah, silence fought and failed and lay bleeding,
The verses of love, Oh’, though unwritten still spread,
What said oh’ timeless became as she smiled
Replacing mirages with fulfilled dreams.

Then paths of life in all wild and weird ways I saw,
Triumphs of life, failures, complexities, and confusions,
The ones who made every second a moment of drama,
The unknowns, the hidden, the unbearable all shined.

All the glory faded when to my conscience I said,
“Never will I deny myself a line of verse,
Never deny me a poem of life
Touch the girl in her heart,
Touch the girl with your soul,
Fill her soul with your love,
Fill her soul with love for you,
That fiery soul with love she never felt.”.

As every star in the sky brightened and blinked,
Those wild worlds with violence and fire, pretty looked,
From far, but none can ever reach, none should ever touch,
That lesson from universe I learned when burying my doubts.

Doubts about the love in her heart or the purity of my love,
And watching the sunrise I fell asleep,
Waking up as night dews fell, her face in all beauty I saw,
The best sunrise adorned me when she smiled.

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Love Me Out Of My Misery.

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I saw her dancing through the fog,
Upon the thin layer of the just fallen snow,
That long skirt dragging like an unlived life,
The snow-filled branches in respect bowed.

I saw her filling shelves with clothes,
Calm and steady her hands followed her mind,
Dreams around her like pigeons lurked,
Love through her eyes showed a soul so kind.

A dream once I weaved I remembered,
Where hand in hand with a loving girl I walked,
Through her came heavenly blessings every man wished,
And magical verses became every word we talked.

In unusual warmth of the world branches unbended,
Dreams rolled up in the eyes of those pigeons and flown,
The fog remained and more rolled up with darkness,
And my mind screamed “Love me out of my misery”.

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Undead

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My dreams upon wintery clouds sat,
And looked down on the snow-covered lands,
Where once I walked in pleasantness of romance,
With you in mind and a soul lighted by my love.

Planets and stars for reasons unknown birthed and died,
Seasons changed when the sun, moon, and earth danced,
Time ran faster than anything anyone knew,
The human mind outpaced time in imagination.

Imagination one by one they became rosary beads,
And I bound them well in time with your face as a pendant,
Together they all became a dream from my soul escaped,
And now upon some frozen cloud sit, mocking my lonely life.

I cried not thinking about the mocking dream,
I thought not about what stayed in past and pushed,
Me to a future of me, myself, and times unknown,
As summer to fall succumbed and fall to winter fury fell.

My heart kept its lower note of beats,
As turmoil all around through disease and despair spread,
Hollow sounds of wedding bells at times rang,
And material hearts thought they were my love’s last breath.

Life of love Ah’, time tried hard to consume,
With detached emotions and unburied dreams,
Sun only rises in the east but my love from every corner rose,
And to her said, “Love will live for you endlessly, undead.”.

Like cold-filled marbles eyes of her stared,
Dreamless mind through empty shores searched,
Every moment passed, like a year, felt in my heart,
As her loveless lips with another shade of dark, froze.

My dream in another man’s ears you whispered,
And through swirls of darkness with candle lights shined,
You and he with flesh and blood unlovingly celebrate,
The devil’s curse upon humanity, Oh’, he dragged you too.

You froze that part of your mind with love at me looked,
And murdered many times my love in every dream,
Those graves you dug, Oh’, upon which grew roses,
Spreading my love again and again making my love undead.

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The Wedding Gown.

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When heartfelt I wrote ah’, you heartlessly mocked,
Silent impulses deep in the folds of heart remained,
Life, like a screaming dragon, flew around spitting fire,
Ah’, days of romance took a turn into a new season.

The days, Ah’, days of fall unfurled a vicious cycle,
Where dreams through veins passed frozen darkness,
Romance fought hard and inside belly lay defeated,
Those butterflies lost their wings, rotted, and disappeared.

“What did I cry for when birthed?” I asked,
What dreams in that womb I saw, I questioned,
What lessons in childhood, adolescence, and youth did I learn?
Asked many “What”, “Why”, and “How” questions into silence.

And silence indeed I found in everything living and unliving,
As touch of love they abandoned in a shallow grave,
Dug in haste, thinking life is just a shadow that will leave,
When lights of truth around one will soon spread.

The acts of love Ah’, what a fictional drama,
Lived through rolls of mind-altering smoke and intoxicants,
The paints of faces and the color-filled costumes all add,
Perfection upon bodies where the mind finds prisons to hide.

Such are the thoughts the unfolded season of fall gave,
And the laughs of many prisoners this true love heard,
I cared not except the one whom with love I called,
The one who added a wedding gown over her masquerade.

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The Sprouting Romantic Dream

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The drifting time eased at a face fascinating,
And through time passed I searched,
And in the passing time through imaginations searched,
If ever seen her likes in my life and I found none.

Calm like a resting dove she looked,
Held her peace in utmost romantic charms,
Gave mind more to imagine and weave,
Dreams, senses loved to weave with passions.

Compassion in her eyes in depths shown,
A wonderful soul by material world unadulterated,
A query of welfare through her shiny smile she asked,
And a million flowers bloomed in the folds of my heart.

As from her artistic mind, she spoke,
Her imaginations and her views of dreams,
Through the drifting time I too along with her moved,
With wings spreading in the sprouting romantic dream.

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Waiting For The Bell To Ring.

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Sun again and again set in the west,
Light went out for many for good,
As the light they left, many minds filled,
With memories of happy times passed,
Some achingly remained filling themselves,
With hopes and hopes on melancholic hopes,
Many stood in silence when sadness sang,
And then there are those even in the darkest hours,
Waited for that happy gong to ring as
Every breath of them defined a new ray of light.

That gong in front of the hospital placed,
Where people with uncurable diseases treated,
Pain through their veins and flesh danced,
In tunes, only in nightmare most heard,
Yet, through their love and compassion, they find,
Ways to heal and when to the wild world they leave,
They ring the gong with sparkling eyes and loved-filled hearts.

I wish and pray when a breath I can spare for their cure,
I praise their will and speak words that give them strength,
Strength to unite every sense of theirs in the cures they find,
And dance to the tunes of that gong, every time they ring.

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Broken Hearted Men Never Weeps.

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The wish for silence all through veins howled,
And the veins stretched and stretched around time,
And through endless space far beyond the pace,
Of light and imaginations screaming flew.

Ah’, in it all in every microsecond sprouted,
The agony of a man alone sat, unloved,
His dreams resonated with dreams of men,
Who were all betrayed in the name of love.

Love defined and refined through the five senses,
Love forged and weaved in dreams of lifetimes together,
But love lost in the fabrications of passionless fashions,
And uncouth humans who couldn’t smell the spiritual world.

Spiritless love swallowed and vomited the world celebrated,
Ah’, marriages and vows, and compassionless prostitutes,
Every living breath a thread in the net of brutal betrayal,
Yet, she fabricated a smile, she married, she celebrated.

The one who sat got up, and into that world walked,
The screams first got louder, throat broke when to speak tried,
Eyes tried to weep but subdued by emotions into empty sockets,
The fallen passions, compassions, and truthful words he picked.

He walked, he ran, then he stopped to see all those followed,
All stood stunned, men of all ages with love-filled eyes stood,
No tears from any of those eyes fell as truth of lovelessness,
Learned and said, “Broken Hearted Men Never Weeps.”.

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