His Lips are Like the Red Red Rose

The jewel of Venus climbs the blue

Midnight dons her crescent shoe

The Sun sleeps in his saffron hue

The Traitor dreams her dreams of you.

Morpheus lilts in soporific song

Dreams decipher right and wrong

December heaves and sighs along

Your arms covet her lucid yet strong.

Serendipity and distance collide

Ushas blushes to a crimson tide

Closed caskets break, split, open wide

Spilling truths that have not died.

Universes merge in a surreal fight

A conundrum sets all wrongs right

God understands that Darkness is light

Time is a constant when lovers unite.

Iruvar

unnoadu naan irundha ovvoru maNi thuLiyum

maraNa padukkaiyilum maRakkaadhu kaNmaNiyae

thonnooRu nimidangaL thottaNaitha kaalam dhaan

ennooRu aaNdugaLaai idhayathil kanakkuthadi

paarvaiyilae sila nimidam

bayathoadu sila nimidam

katti aNaithabadi kaNNeeril sila nimidam

ilakkaNamae paaraamal

ella idangaLilum muththangaL vidhaitha moahathil sila nimidam

unnoadu naan irundha ovvoru maNi thuLiyum

maraNa padukkaiyilum maRakkaadhu kaNmaNiyae

edhu nyayam edhu paavam iruvarukkum thoandravillai

Adhu irava adhu pagala adhai patri aRiyavillai

yaar thodanga? yaar mudikka? oru vazhiyum thoandravillai

iruvarumae thodangivittoam idhu varaikkum kaeLvi illai

Achham kaLaindhaen aasaiyinai nee aNaithaay

aadai kaLaindhaen vetkathai nee aNaithaay

kaNda thirukoalam kanavaaga maRaindhaal

kadaisiyil azhudha kaNNeer kaiyil innum ottudhadi

unnoadu naan irundha ovvoru maNi thuLiyum

maraNa padukkaiyilum maRakkaadhu kaNmaNiyae...

For you

RECONCILIATION
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)













Strange web (from my summer house) by Antanas



ONE may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like memories of you--but now
We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.

Thank you!

A Shrine

Dear Lord of Light,

Remember the times we talked about everything under the blazing sun and the waning moon? The founts of my imagination are drying out and my life is becoming decadent and easy. Here I want to build you a shrine just like the one in my heart and tell you that not a single day passes without your memory.

I read a few books and they only made things worse. Can I keep loving you forbidden as it may be? I need secrets as much as I need you.

...And I like these imagined conversations.

Love,

Violet (I stole the name from her just like I stole you for eternity)

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