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In the heart of flowers

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In the heart of flowers

There is a hidden fire

Fire that soothe breeze

breeze that breath love

Love that embrace valley

Valley that plays pee-ka-boo with clouds

clouds that rushes to caress proud peaks

Peaks clutching perfume of spring

Spring nurturing sweetness of honey

honey the heavenly wine of elixir

elixir that alter any soul a seeker.

Seeker who swirls as a fiery orb

in its own euphoric euphoria

surrender to the pragmatic nature

to decipher the intricacies of life

while tossing questions of pebbles

from its infinite sea shore

filtering recurring waves of complexities

and snatch pearls of wisdom.

Afar, valley with spring of flowers

playing sea saw with stars.

Coy moon with pallid reflection

blanketing valley and reciting poems

where night flowers bloom

once in a while as liberation.

© Maaya Dev

 

My Soul Song

Stilling the sound into silence

Feeling where I flow

Towards one point, presencing

Towards the center, deep down

Where I dare to go.

 

Souls spark from the Eternal Fire

Wants to speak in a certain way

Answering my divine hearts desire

Expressing through hands and feet

All the ways to be and play.

 

Softly embracing life in dance

As with another man, another woman

Inviting me to grow, Spiraling into Love

Engaged in Life, In delicious Flow

As above, so below!

Written 13th August 2013.

Starved to Liberation

 

You came as a dash
with no great bash
held my hands
to walk the sands,
to play the tides.
to sit along idle,
to dance all tunes
to face all music.

Like a magical outpour
was my heart’s galore,
I gave you care
from fate’s harsh glare,
I gave you time
for  you to rhyme,
I gave you riches
to buffer your glitches,
I made you joyous
still you were aimless
I loved you dearer
you never did mirror.

I did finally realise
what you actually idealise,
skinnish warmth was your want
wimpish heart all your grant,
slavish servant at your disposal
biggish blank cheque for perusal,
staying together
you were a backstabber,
starved of love and life proper
you were an emotional blackmailer,
its a concealed sweet vengeance
pronouncing a lifetime sentence.

Enough is enough was what my stance
Still I did gave you ample final chance,
springing suprise by your dirty enterprise
crocodile tears now you exercise,
pleading heart’s asylum with all your flirtness
falling at the feet with the inborn fakeness.

My stance was right to let you go
All your tricks gave you backblow,
Although starved of love and life
I emphathize after all the strive,
You were a desperate, hapless soul
mastered by escapist mind on a whole,
with an unremovable wickedness to the core!
I am starved no doubt ,severely starved of love’s fluttering,
severely starved,only to be liberated from life’s suffering.