Tag: Sonnet

I do

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There are so many words you can tell me:
We can talk about solar system spheres,
The basic knowledge about biology,
Some soliloquy that is Shakespeare’s,
Talk of age old wars to current affairs,
Maybe speak about history’s mistakes,
Geographic cold global warming cares,
Or aquatic life in Scotland’s lakes.
There are so many things we can discuss,
Which may or may not cause an argument;
But there’s one thing that can contain a fuss,
Make one rejoice in flesh and firmament:
To end all I ask, “do you love me true?”
And you smile and say, “I do, love, I do.”

For Karandeep

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I write poems for what lies close to my heart:

Sometimes when I’m happy, sometimes when sad,

Sometimes because loved ones have to depart

And good times are no longer to be had.

But time has its idiosyncrasies

And our past merges with the future,

Maybe fleeting moments will make us see

This leave-taking a fresh meeting nurtures.

There are many things left to do, feel, see;

But Time, it seems, has run so very short,

So I wish you many good things to be,

Many people who should love you a lot.

In time, as you look back at times we had,

Seek the Evening Star and be glad.

“I take a pencil and begin to write”

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I take a pencil and begin to write

And will my defeated heart into flight:

It seeks and tests the newborn airs of spring;

But frightened it recoils back within.

The mind and the heart – they are never one!

One seems the moon and the other the sun:

One has layers and layers of being;

The other different ways of seeing;

In one matter, they’re affected the same,

When one has a limp, the other goes lame.

Poesy takes wing at times from burnt hope,

When the mind thinks with a million’s scope,

Crystalizing with the breaking of the heart,

Into words that represent tortured art.