The Tides of Time

Let the tides of time roll in its pace
Let the wind wander as it likes
Let the tumults of good verses evil carry on
But my love for you will remain always.

– dexternepo

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My Divineness and Me

 

rose

I stand here by an ancient oak tree
On a cold winter’s morning
‘Love-struck, he is,’ the birds atop agree
As I wait with eternal yearning.

I feel a gust of wind pass by
And then my Divineness descended down
‘What was this caused by?’
She pretended to ask with a frown.

The warmth of my heart rises
As I forget the cold all around
She stood there — a thousand roses,
A radiant moon above ground.

‘Heaven and hell I can be,’
She said with a mocking smile.
‘I have no nectar, honey-bee,
You think I am still worthwhile?’

‘You can be anything you want to be
But the mist of sweetness, I do smell.
You are the nectar, my Sweetness
And this is where I wish to dwell.

She and I looked at each other
Our eyes locked in an everlasting gaze
‘Then why do you wait further?,’
Said her eyes, as we stood in embrace.

— For My Divineness

 

 

Twelve men in a room

Twelve men in a room,
Twelve men in a room
We looked at each other,
Puzzled and lost.

Twelve men in a room,
Twelve men in a room
Our minds expanded,
And horizons exploded.

Twelve men in a room,
Twelve men in a room
It was a moment of change,
As we stood there evolving.

Twelve men in a room,
Twelve men in a room
I can read your mind,
Can you read mine?

– dexternepo

Time

 

I sit here all muddled,
Thinking of the time long lost.
Thoughts swirled and huddled,
As I contemplated its cost.
Is it time or light?
To pass with such speed and blight.

Tearing people eternally apart
Plunging lives into darkness
Fate carries on its part,
As I struggle in this vastness.
Is it time or light?
To pass with such speed and blight.

I was once a little boy
Burdenless, and wide-eyed
Cocooned in love and joy.
Fate struck, pushing lives aside.
Is it time or light?
To pass with such speed and blight.

Time, it is said,
Helps forget our pain
And joy, it could have led
But entrapped, I cry in vain.
Is it time or light?
To pass with such speed and blight.

– dexternepo