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Aman Mulji, 26 may 2012

The Demon And The Fay

Once, a daemon, blurred in existence by loneliness,
Only hatred spiked with tears followed his trail,
Amongst the deepest, darkest gulf, unknown and frightened,
Longing for change, but lost in his own disbelief…
Captured by the eyes of a fay, he saw passed the tears,
Lost in affection he had forsaken his evils,
Realizing the beauty behind the curtain of this fay,
Slowly he became a man of nirvana,
But only for a while even if she also saw passed it-
He wasn’t worthy of her presence,
So she took him by the hand,
Her wings carrying them both past the blackness,
Amidst this dream she never turned on him,
Always by him, as he was always by her,
Time passed and he was well,
And as time passed she let go,
She simply let go…
So falling into his tears once more,
He began to drown,
Left alone without a heart,
Thus his search to find life again,
Despite his departed sins,
Never did he deserve such agony…

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Aman Mulji, 26 may 2012

The Curtain

Amongst spirits, I whirl to find her,
Under a sea of blue so yawning,
Swimming past the ordinary, into a black blur,
I witnessed her , in her own tears, drowning.
I hold her, her ice-cold skin, her pale ice-cold skin,
I can tell she’s wounded within her curtain,
A mean of protection shadowing her desire to smile,
Just as she is saved, my heart feels warm,
But I am paralyzed in her fear, I cannot move,
So she swims further into the dimness,
behind a curtain so dark and impassable,
She senses she cannot be seen, now she is only imagination,
But for I have seen this curtain,
She is living as I tell the soulless screen;
“Evil being of the loathing cloth,
Why torment this spirit,
Can I take her place? Can I feel her pain?
Please, I beg, be rid of this shadow of yours,
Let her go, I warn you, I will strike.
I seek her, so I will set you ablaze with the fire,
Alive in my eyes, my soul, and my mission to see her,
You have kept this spirit away from me far too long,
She wished for you to be her shield against soreness,
But this isn’t protection, only a form of torture unseen,
Let her be once more, I will protect her then, and you won’t be needed -
Let her be herself, or I will burn you to the ground”

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Aman Mulji, 26 may 2012

Sorry

I’m so sorry the sun rises and sets,
The silver moon shimmers at night,
I’m sorry I know your smile is sweet,
Sweet as love and the pain the heart feels.
I’m sorry your body be blazed with beauty,
How content one can be? Just a glimpse dear one,
I noticed a gold light in your spirit,
And a need for warmth in your heart,
I know you’re a Goddess,
One who’s attributing is stealing my heart,
But don’t worry I speak nothing of this,
Only if you let me glare into your eyes;
What more do I beg for?
I’m sorry voices say you’re beautiful at night,
And I dare say you’re beautiful at day,
I’m sorry you really did look ‘pretty’ in your green dress,
How I danced with you on a lake of tears,
Poseidon did play the violin passionately,
As if to say ‘It’s time to drown in love together’,
And for that I am deeply sorry,
I’m still in debt for making me smile,
And making me cry when it rained,
I’m buried in dull guilt,
And so I’m sorry from every limb in my weak body,
From my mind and my soul,
I’m sorry from the heavens and my mortal,
I’m sorry I love you…

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Aman Mulji, 26 january 2012

My Twisted Mind

My twisted mind be futile if she is present,
Her perfect skin and the yellow sun,
But what act may appeal to her,
For I am neither a fine artist nor a striking earthly,
Just a common figure in her eyes,
So I bury all my offered devotion.
Now she is familiar of my secreted affection,
Whatever can such a hopeless dreamer do?
If only it wasn’t for my twisted mind…

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Aman Mulji, 26 january 2012

My Eyes And Your Soul

Me and You,

You and I,
All the
time I dream,
Impossible
it is? Only you know,
But my eyes
have found a way,
For the
ocean eyes seek you,
The sun
rises and for you searches,
The moon
nurses you
As you lay
in your bed
Like a sleeping
angel,
The deep
love I feel for you enchants them,
And never
will they break it,
No one
shall,
For that is
impossible,
Foes the
Sun and Rain are,
But when
together,
Upon your
garden beauty is created,
Flowers
that blossom with great Envy,
Because you
are the prettiest flower,
And you
grow only in my heart,
Many I have
seen,
Yet I feel
Blind,
Because my
Eyes see Your soul only,
And Your
eyes see my Soul only,
Now I ask
again,
Me and You
You and I,
Is it
possible? Only I know
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Aman Mulji, 26 january 2012

Love At 4.00pm

I
used to suppose love was the worst,
Time
was a waste when I once loved,
Oh…how
my soul was plagued in the dimness,
My cry terrified the abyss in my soul,
And
after that moment I felt bareness in my mind,
But
it is full of a great reminiscence and voice now,
I
realize how I always searched in an empty pond,
When
she was buried in a sea of purple and bliss,
And
so I set out to seek my darling pearl,
I
had gone astray in vast waters but her voice found me,
And
I followed it when I should have dreamt,
And
when my heart was at rest I listened,
In
time I discovered a missing angel,
I
was lost in her gaze so she flew away,
But
I followed again until my body was pathetic,
But
all the time I chased was dear for she came to me,
She
is now the rose in my field of affection,
And
I now belong to her as she does to me.
That
time is emotionally drawn in with my thought,
All
because we fell in love at 4pm.

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Aman Mulji, 16 january 2012

Since She Buried Misery

Such a night of reverence may I be with her,
And the closing hour of Misery’s cruelty in the prime of my
delight,
The time may be the most precious after all,
But who repeal turmoil of loneliness?
Who dare burn hay full of soreness to glimpse at me smile?
Well I stand before her and the moment is bliss.
As colours explode in the midst of the darkness,
And the sky is lit up by a fit of chrome,
I simply gaze into her eyes,
And she gazes back...

While my veins melt in effect to her feeling my face,
I find my hand on her neck,
To stare at the Aurora Borealis is a trance,
Then glancing into her eyes is a dream,
Though no colours fly in this dream,
They still burst all around,
And as her tender lips meet mine,
We set alight the period of pure zeal,
All be right in my reality,
Since she buried Misery in the most magical moment…

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Aman Mulji, 16 january 2012

My Twisted Mind

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Aman Mulji, 16 january 2012

Eros, My Ally, (My Adversity)

I met a treasure today,
And time ceased my heartbeat,
But I still listened for an omen of my being,
Even if my bygone memoirs assailed this
will,
I searched through this empty earth,
I found nothing yet I lived on,
For Eros carves such ardor in me,
I live for you…
I can only just feel myself,
and when solitary – may I wail?
I am cold in this ordeal I’m enslaved in,
But in such a day I was warm,
For you ruined the chains of my grief,
Now I can recollect that gladness,
So as of this moment -
I am in your arrear…
Allow me to join you when you dream,
And let me be with you,
I wish for you to fall into the hands of Eros,
So that you can see me how I see you,
More striking than Venus herself,
She would kneel to you at once,
As an assembly of loneliness would,
Because I’d be near…