God's Ardor

One step did Simoni take,
And came God running for his sake!

On the Pegasus white,
Galloped Simoni with Her in his arms.
Flying up, mingling with the clouds.
Simoni in his white robe
Was Zeus personified,
And She was Venus embodied!

Sun was golden and the breeze was warm.

All the nature was aroused to see Her beauty. 

The passing wind whispered in Simoni's ears, 

"I envy you, Zeus to have the woman,

With the most beautiful eyes, 

And the body of Gold in ur arms". 

Simoni was proud n grateful, 

But laughed at the naiveté of the wind,

For he knew she was not just a woman, 

Who was in his arms,

But the embodiment of the creation of own Love,

His own God - eternal and ephemeral!

Simoni continued galloping on the horse, 

Her silky hair kept winnowing,

Her luscious bosoms bouncing. 

All were excited in deep pleasure of passion,

The sky, moon, stars and the cosmos!

Her magical moans of fulfillment 

Mingled with the lovelorn wind, echoed all over. 

The sky was stunned to see this magnanimous spectacle on earth. 

The Earth was aroused in that extreme lustful scene. 

Simoni kept galloping and flew in the air. 

For the wind embraced the softness 

Of love within him. 

All fairies and Gods, were singing with pride and accomplishment! 

What an exquisite creation they beheld! 

They sat in penance reclaiming that power of love.

For they knew very well 

Her beauty is the artifact of their own potential!

For they showered the petals of their blessings, 

On Simoni, and Her, on the white Pegasus.

Galloped they, basking in the glory of that celestial love. 

Her magical voice reverberated all around 

Sanctifying the place holier in Her flamboyance. 

What a fantastic vision was it!

For It was a deep trance of Simoni's regular prayers,

To his Lord, his Art, his Love.

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The Paper Doll

There stood the paper doll,
Afraid to be alive,
Scared to death would she be,
To risk the stance be throbbing with life,
For she knew then, death cannot be denied!

She remained  a paper doll,
Hidden, frigid and scared throughout,
With impeccable pleats and folds,
Not a drop of water to wet,
Not a speck of dust to be shed.
In the same way she was made,
She remained forever,
Immortal and unchanged!

Seeing the permanence of the youth,
The ever present shimmer,
The never ending glow,
All were attracted to
The paper doll, in a row.

Seeing the gathering of men, young and old,
All around the paper doll,
Simoni passed with a smile of disgust,
For he knew the impeccable shine,
Was death in disguise.

For Simoni knew,
It is not the flesh and form,
That makes one beautiful,
But the grace of activity
That one enters into,
That brings in the beauty,
As a grace ever fresh and new!

For beauty is not in the wings,
But in the flight.
The beauty is not in the mouth,
But in the voice.
The beauty is not in the breasts,
But in the promise of that inseparable warmth,
Of belonging and intimacy.
The beauty is not in the paper or the ink,
But in the poem from a beautiful mind!

People long for a cozy house,
And a palace by the sea,
To rest in peace!
But Simoni knew,
The heaven of peace is not out there,
But in an effort to create that sanctuary,
Out of art, knowledge, skill, efforts and wisdom!

The paper doll remained perfect.
But never could she know what beauty is,
Never could she know what love is.
For love and beauty are the poet's song,
Flowing in the wind of creative efforts.

It is in the handwork of the sweaty nomad life,
It is in the toil of the peasant in sunny fields,
It is in the meticulous chiseling of the sculptor -
Busy searching for his true love.
It is in the twinkle of the fiery star,
Burning in the fire of his love lost.

Simoni, kept walking to the dusky horizon,
He knew not where he was unto.
Only that he knew,
He was weaving a tapestry of Love,
Through his song,
Amidst that dreary desert sand -
Where nothing stayed forever,
But all got created anew,
In fresh promise of eternal love,
Ever youthful promise of eternal beauty!

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