DREAM WORDS OF THE HEART

"Where the beauty of our senses is realised" by DINESH R MAKWANA

Romance and Sahara (2 poems)

                                 

Romance

An idyllic atmosphere, free from illusion and illuminated by a spontaneous flame of life's one exotic desire,

A river, the edge of fortitude and solitude, a complement to the lushness of a land, to something oh so, so, so special,

A renaissance unmatched in the history of existence - cogent, overwhelming, etiquette for a future,

A freedom unexpressed, latently encapsulated to volcanically explode into a fantastic, absorbing experience,

A dream mastered in the realms of desire, personified to triumph over any voyage, any mountain or any episode of desire,

An echo yearning, torrentially seeking an answer to the void of any sadness,

A valley of insurmountable pleasure replacing doubt born of man's created ignorance,

An answer to the love and the life's driving force of beauty and embodiment,

The love of each other.

Dinesh R Makwana

Protected by the Copyright Designs and Patents Act (CPDA) 1988

 

SAHARA

Kiss kiss me, Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show,
The lips are the same as the Sun shone on,
Kiss kiss me, this is just a desert storm,
When I come Back,
I'll ask for that kiss once more,
Kiss kiss me, Before I go.

My bones are red, from the Sun you know,
The dry of the land, forbidden to all,
My heart is untouched, my soul yours alone,
Kiss kiss me, Before I go.

I watered your heart, I watered your soul,
Apple to the eye, our childs only goal,
Kiss kiss me, Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show.

Remember the rings of our heart,
That day we came together, never apart,
Where the same Sun blessed our way,
Who'd say it'd take me away,
Kiss kiss me, Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show.

The plane bled slow, Oh I tried to stop the flow,
There was black and there was a glow,
There was pain, there was fear,
And I cried - that painful tear,
Kiss kiss me. Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show.

Straddling -I fell on the left hand,
My ring rang silent just like that band,
The dry woke me, to the sand dune,
Showing the ring of my only fortune,
Kiss kiss me, Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show.

The sand cuts just like the knife,
Oh I supposed it wants my life,
North, East ,West and South,
Just didn't water my mouth,
Kiss kiss me, Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show.

Regrets about that button bow dress,
So you'd feel good to my caress,
That five grand hedge for the jet set wed,
Or that silver spoon as the well well read.
Kiss kiss me, Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show.

The last breath nears to our church bell song,
I'll ask that priest what I did so wrong,
And as I enter the hot road to might's palace,
I'll ask again for that second chance and chalice,
Kiss kiss me, Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show.

I'll thank the three years, and four before,
I'll thank that wine, that mirror of gold,
How weak this man looked to the ocean of rock and soil,
And how careless the Sun burnt every ounce of toil,
Kiss kiss me, Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show.

I'll shout how unfair, how cruel this Sand is,
Beckoned to kill any at will,
I'll scream, I'll howl, I'll shout your name and my childs for
hours,
I'll run and run until that I find that which empowers,
I'll say that love you gave only me,
I'll carry that torch of the wedding bell tree,
I'll cry for days and hours on my tomb and wait for your flowers
and as your only groom,
Kiss kiss me, Before I go,
Kiss kiss me, Before I show.

Dinesh R Makwana

Protected by the Copyright Designs and Patents Act (CPDA) 1988