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It’s A Feeling





 
Thank you for the inspiration. Even in your most simple gestures, you continue to amaze me. Dear one, I wrote this poem for you.

it’s a feeling and i say it true
it’s about taking this road
and walking through a field of greens
and exploring canyons deep
and flat valleys reaching up
it’s a feeling of stars appearing
when the eyes are closed
and causing the moon to hide
in a shy but unembarrasing way
it’s about finally seeing the light
it’s a feeling and the feeling is you

July 31, 2013 at 10:17 am 40 comments

To Each Its Own

It’s springtime again. I wrote this poem at Lake Chabot on a warm sunny day amid a cacophony of revelers nearby.
 
in spring
even old trees bloom
home for the birds
after winter’s gloom

ever so quietly
does anyone know
they build their canopy
as the grasses grow

in spring
life begins anew
as peacocks make calls
and in silence too

April 8, 2013 at 1:12 pm 8 comments

I Hear the Phone Rings

Obituary Flyer

 
Walking around Bulgaria’s neighborhood, I saw flyers posted on the door of some houses. At first, I thought they were from candidates running for office. The flyers were actually obituaries of residents who had passed away. Sometimes, the sadness that you’d feel around these places could be overwhelming. that’s the theme that I want to convey in this poem.
 
i hear the phone rings
breaking like a thief
into this empty house
frozen in time by grief

a call from the past
begging to be heard
it doesn’t matter now
the intended is dead

the intruder gives up
bringing the silence back
to a place where love
stood once mighty proud

March 19, 2013 at 8:57 pm 4 comments

Whenever I Don’t See You




 
Tell me, is there any other way I can say how much I miss you? Dear one, I’m looking forward for your return. In the meantime, I wrote this poem for you.

whenever i don’t see you
i see what i can’t see
like the hands of this clock moving
and the day passing at sea

i see the waves turning black
and i can’t wait for morning
for without you, my dear one
the stars have lost their meaning

then the dawn starts breaking
and it doesn’t bring much delight
from where i stand, all i’d be seeing
is day blending into the night

whenever i don’t see you
i see a world fading fast
and no one else can bring its colors back
except you who have claimed my heart

February 22, 2013 at 1:28 pm 22 comments

Happy New Year To All


 
I watched New Year’s Rocking Eve on TV last night, and for the time, Dick Clark, who founded and hosted the event since 1972, was missing in action. He died in 2012.

As he would have said, the show must go on and it did with as much fanfare as before. Ryan Seacrest, his designated successor, did an excellent job.

The show started with a two-hour segment remembering Dick Clark. It was a fitting tribute to his many accomplishments through the years. It just felt a little weird hearing them talk about him in the past tense.

So long, Dick Clark. we’d be missing you.

January 1, 2013 at 12:09 pm Leave a comment

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