Saturday, 30 April 2016

The Whistling Thorn






The Whistling Thorn

As the western horizon touched her bosom to the red sun,
I believed they had a much more sensation,
A sensation than they habitually showed
And of much greater capacities than they ever developed.

My shrill,  breathy sounds
Gentle in the whispers of winds
This time,  prodded unusual enchatments
In my umbrella-bower of harmonizations
. .. Gazing at either's living eyes
With felicity crowning their faces
They sunk into a sweet forgetness
And clasped either's soft lips
In an affection and a love they told always
And rekindled a burning incense of their hearts

Saddie Smiles
@2016



Thursday, 7 April 2016

HOPE



HOPE
I follow my own fiery traces through the night
Guided by the dictates of my conscience
- Prodded in sessions of sweet silent thought -
I take bold steps with enough patience
Sure of two things like a knight;
Victory or cessation of my existence

What is to come is still unsure
But all these I still endure
In my mind's keening
Until I feel the world’s a heaven
When the journey ends
With one more abounding hope
Even In the shadow of a tomb

Saddie
@2016 TM

Monday, 4 April 2016

BY THE DAM



SONNET 
BY THE DAM

The beautiful ripples
On the greenly banked dam
Rippled in my heart
Echoing its fast beats
In the dance of the beautiful bloom
Of the flowery peeping weedy flat
Causing it immortal nostalgic warts:

Once upon a time with no ripples
Two hearts sat beside the dam; warm
One with an icy silhouette
And the other with live love beats
Alas! The ice melted at temperatures climb
And love was betrayed to rot
By the dam; where all was sparked; now; ripples lasts



Sadique @2016

Sunday, 3 April 2016

THE TRUE MINDS



THE TRUE MINDS
I made the slow weary dragging’s
In the wild sea of thickets
And never stood aloof at the impediments
Striving tooth and nail
In strange infatuation of hopeless toil
With the sparks of life dying within my dark soul
Hunting for love; in the betrayal jungle
And I thought; love is no love


Nudging, wriggling and wedging
Holding onto my inflexible path
I discovered; love is love
At the meeting of the true minds
Sunken bottomless into either’s hearts
Despite their a million differences
They choose to be one; an impulse in either’s veins
With straightforwardness in bewildered worlds
Day after day; writhing through the shades
To define love; a love of the true minds
@ 2016
Saddie Smiles

Modern Winds, Old Dust

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