Alexander Raj

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Rainbow in my honey...

woke up by my mother's chest (east - INDIA)
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[min 1]
Bleed my blackness away
Brother for I want to be you one day
All just and fair
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Hope and disparity battles
amidst raging flames of reality
Inner Gods search for identity
In a world created of frenetic fantasy
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Footsteps falling
on snow, prints leave

Falling leaves of thoughts remembered
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You carry me across the oceans
You fly me by the seas
You lead me into deep devotion
One mixed with ecstasy
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Those eyes that wanders the deserts, run dry,
As grains of sand push forth from the bosoms of the land

The inner eye can see me weep, weep tears of blood,
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A face in the fog, the girl at the fair
Of memories and recollections; so precious and rare…

A windy day, a fragrant night
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The tears rolled down fast
Fast down her cheeks
Her hair hung loose flying, in the air
As she stood there,
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Bloom in your little garden,
And
The birds of the air
Build nests on your window sill.
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Why doesn't the rain, from roof-tops
Tingle me as I'd soar high up in the sky, anymore
Nor
Thrill me to row boats, down streams and puddles, anymore?
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Yet another day,
The sun shone bright
Yet there's no light in sight,
As I plod along …
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The tear rolls down from buildings..
Mothers walk from it lashing out
Pull down those buildings, raise it from the ashes.
Wake up my children, there's a mornin yonder after the dash.
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[Water]
As I stroll...
The rain of yellow dew
my mother tree showers on me.
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Tears of the Angels
sweep the floors of evil
where guns sprout from the wombs of hell
and lay bare golden red with the blood of thy children...
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Your tiny feet take those first steps...
in search of sea-gull feathers...
As grown up feets would bring you back in my arms
crowned with plumes of peace...
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[prelude]
Is a thought a thought or just a word
Was thought ever meant to be but a mere accident of thy creator
What is it to be, if being is all but unreal
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Over arching arms of affection
with love laden fruits of the womb
Honey dew drips from the heavens of the trees
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The girl who sat at the window
combing her hair
The girl who walked down my aisle,
lowered her face so fair.
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Driving along,
these winding paths of life

May this day remind you of …
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Wake up and walk the paths
shone by the stars
to the ways of the Lord
that's designed for us...
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