Daisy Pereira

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Looking from the thirteenth floor
the gardener flutters like an orange bee
the tractor moves like a giant toy
trees move like dark horses
...

I am not an open book
every page not simple
every para not transparent
every word conveys
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Virginity is a certificate
not a sick rose on crimson bed
always pure and immaculate
not a doubt
...

Life is a lost manuscript
though write or re write
you wont regain the actual
beauty, fervour, or rhythm
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The sea is reddening
with tears and blood
years of bondage
once made this sea part into two
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Go gatherer of all memories
pick from here and there
it was just a handful
...

Sky is ravaging
like a jealous lover
rummaging through the fallen leaves
...

Tell me this dear friend
when you go back to the world
where people and dreams alike
washed, spread, dried
...

Don't Say good bye world
with a saddened heart
wrung of every tears & teasers
just knowing you was enough,
...

It was a country of dogs
fine and beautiful
in every sense
God's haven on earth!
...

once a grain of sand

fell in love with the ocean
...

12.

Dagger sheaths an anger
suppressed in thousand hearts
curved laws and justifications
fewer commentators
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The hell is here, its here, its here,
no way out, people just thrown in,
sometimes Auschwitz
sometimes Sobibor
...

14.

Sweet or sour
nobody knows

for the one who tastes
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All the truths, all the untruths
all lies, all the white lies
uttered lay bare on my palms
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I walk along the shores of infinity
like an albatross
pecking on pebbles kicking off sands
takes off for a while
...

Love is a beautiful plant
requires a lot of nurture
care and attention
pains and sufferings.
...

Some torn pages
some forgotten chapters
some lines re-written...
...

Love, a lonely house
amidst the ocean of dejection
waves come and go
just like heart beats, slowed,
...

My dear friend
no one is written on this earth
on stone or in ink
neither you nor me
...

The Best Poem Of Daisy Pereira

Thirteenth Floor

Looking from the thirteenth floor
the gardener flutters like an orange bee
the tractor moves like a giant toy
trees move like dark horses
with manes spread out in the wind
a sparrow flies across the last horizon
I can see the blue blue sky only.

Like an invalid confined to his bed
I watch on and on
All I can see the wind
wind again wind again wind only
then long lasting silence.

Look behind and beyond
before you leap from the
thirteenth floor
into the bluest horizon.

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Daisy Pereira 04 November 2014

I would like t see comments from my fellow member poets!

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