If religion is your language, I'm willing to talk it.
Only you have to respect, I speak other tongues too.
If faith is your watchword, I glory in your vision
But mystical friend, please realize
My soul might have another mission.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
This poem's for two friends, mentors and fellow poets, different in their writes, but imbued with courage luminosity and magnificence.
Serkan Engin Ajit Sripad Rao Nalkur.
Brittle and brilliant and brave
Blaze in brilliance always
May nothingness above you bow
At your sainted steadfast vow.
Glide with wings of power
above the cloistered bowers
and abstract ivory towers.
Always always arise
tear the ramparts of lies.
What you see
Is from heights above
And you dream of a
Brave new world,
Awash in the
Glory of Love.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
Green the color of life
Green are Greek islands
by cobalt sea sides...
Green is fennel and cardamom spice
delicate lacy fronds of ferns aligned
Forests shower wistful green sighs
my heart grows green buds
Blossoming fecund light.
I wear pink and purple with finesse
And go out jovially,
Garbed in its heady shades.
But
Within my heart
Sprout inner eyes
throbbing green green green!
All else is lies.
Green alone...
aloe Vera or
Emeralds...
Curious oceanic ice.
Green,
What's your blue yellow meltdown
Doing to me?
I see green eyes floating
In white clouds
Jasper studded snow
I see this green earth's
Paradise
Carpet river's aquamarine flow.
In cold lake havens,
Dark green octopus waters
delight my October soul
Marsh moss and lichen
Rich symbiotic stores.
Green mosaic streaks
On cool marble floors
Pellucid joys
Penetrate my core.
My pewter soul
My copper turns green
when you oxidize me
with your flames of sin.
Green your beloved skin
in velveteen shade of onyx leaves
In cool Amethyst glade
And green malachite
Your relentless eyes
Evergreen our souls
And Jaded green
Our lies.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
Up the ladder
Down the ladder
Fay and steeped in
Conflicting content
Mindless minutes
Ticking to glory
foggy notions
rise unwary.
I'm unplugged now
Off the ladder
Chasing butterflies
In the park
Creating some mind space
Some much needed emptiness
For grace to enter
offer solace.
I like you
Toothless baby
I like your trusting smile
What do you think, huh?
Bogged down big people
We lack style.
Give me a beat baby
I want to sing with you
your sweet gibberish
Is what appeals
Heart melting it
Is,
And time to time
It's all I need.
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
