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Aman Mulji, 11 stycznia 2012

From Where You Are

I
unwind in the thought of my missing love,
The
angels in the sky sob to my grief and I shed a tear also,
My
mind is serene at this lonesome time,
How
long should I await her presence?
For
how long will I linger in sorrow?
My
memory is full of her only if she is all that matters,
And
so it is…
My
faith is upbeat as shafts of gold and orange overcome the shadows,
No
reason do I have of cursing my absence in her life,
Only
that I wish I would never be absent when she dreams.
As
her voice will loiter in my reality, mortal,
I
will miss her more and picture our yearning,
A
day in her arms…
We
will play on the yellow sands on a brilliant summer day,
Underneath
a dazzling sky we’ll embrace each other.
At
dawn we will gaze at the erratic colours in the horizon,
And
the angels in the sky sob to my cheer as a grin appears on her face.
I’ll
keep her warm and misplace my plight in her eyes,
And
I push to my eyes as she leans in for a kiss,
So
I miss her more…

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Aman Mulji, 11 stycznia 2012

Day Dream

As we strolled along the sands,
Full of magic the air was,
Holding hands and embracing the perfect moment,
And the warm tenders feel of your skin my love,
My Heart was made Euphoric,
The sea is calm,
The sun is setting leaving shafts of shifting colours
floating in the horizon,
Blues and golden yellows, Oranges and Purples,
But my dear you are like the Aurora,
We now stand before each other,
Oh how beautiful you are my sweet love?
Oh how your eyes shimmer in the night time my sweet love?
Oh my sweet love, you are a fallen star,
A star that has fallen deep into my love,
You come hither,
Now my heart is pounding faster then ever,
I lean into you,
As our heads slightly turn,
We close our eyes,
One kiss is all it took for me to respond to reality’s call,
,
Why my Sweet love?
Why can’t I dream forever?
A hole was punched into the mind,
It was a day-dream,
One that I will never mislay,
For someday my sweet love,
We shall meet at the place where we first held hands,
Until then love,
Until then…
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Aman Mulji, 8 stycznia 2012

Blunt Knife

My sorrow was
expressed as the soul passed away,
I secretly
sing a lament,
But the
mighty heart of mine still speaks to this day,
A revelation
to the core was once sent,
Thoughts of
the twisted say we not be,
And nature be
against it,
The rhythm of
my cold is sang so in glee,
Yet I
approach the one and only beauty,
Say 'How be
my sweet love? ',
'Does my
loneliness make you gray? ',
Never has the
keen self felt so dark,
Never, never
till this dejected day,
And a fiend
dying to share its love within me ever lurks...

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Aman Mulji, 8 stycznia 2012

Bitter Love

Seasons come and go and days pass us by,
Time is ready but here I stand,
Long wait time, she cannot see,
And long live her breath in my memory to be,
Have my vision dear gem,
The power sight can seize the inner-being,
Torment it love...oh, the pain in my heart,
The sensation of the mind being torn apart,
You have found the perfect torture machine,
One which works only on a weak soul,
Go ahead dear angel-end me,
Pull the icy lever
Because after the suffering, what more I can say,
But 'The key to your heart I shall never mislay',
Back at me my deep passion is aimed,
But I enjoy it today and so I shall tomorrow,
I shall forever treasure the pain,
But one day on a cold, cold night,
You will taste the sweetest bitter love,
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Aman Mulji, 8 stycznia 2012

At This Very Hour

At this very hour,
I fantasize of a seraph,
The allure of her presence in an orthodox day,
I miss that offering at this very hour,
In spite of a fib I allow draw this way.
But dreams slay lies skulking in the mind,
So I seek her will to fancy such a fellow,
For I stow my conceit in a jail behind,
Which I dare not visit at this very hour…
Appearing to be a heavenly decent,
With glistening gold hair leaving the sun sightless,
It relaxes on her perfectly and –
In her crystal blue eyes – seas may drown,
Along with I stay grateful for her mellow voice,
One that hinders the vulgar me I caged.
Till now – I think of the aroma she wears,
And till now I know of the liking she brings,
My heart, a slight stone, cold and forlorn,
Can only be locked in glee if she is the guardian –
If she is the guardian seraph…

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Aman Mulji, 7 stycznia 2012

An Obsession Ousting

One morning the birds sang a
melody,
I sang along,
In thoughts of us a disparity,
A rather lovely song,
One morning I had the daring,
I say meaningful words,
A shock from the blue sharing,
Deplore and confusion stirred,
One morning I awaited a reply,
I was sad and stressed,
Time was behind- a slow sigh,
The mind cursed never to rest,
One morning the birds sang a melody,
I sang along,
You steal my breath; the enormity,
A rather lonely song,
One morning a cracked heart be still,
The soul sails away,
A rather passive kill,
I wore a mask but the eyes are fray..

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Aman Mulji, 7 stycznia 2012

A War Between The Vanities

I can tell that I once hurt you,

All that pain wounded me too,

I swear I can’t do it again,

Just allow me to take away your mask,

A war between our vanities,

Only leaves me more frantic,

If only you saw yourself,

The way I see you right now,

Maybe the world will be truthful,

For all it has done to you I,

You are now an angel devoid of wings,

Just allow me to take away your mask,

As I know you’re beautiful,

I learn from this unkind humanity,

How to value such a blossom,

How to make you smile within your visor,

I trust to break through the façade,

So that you can see why you’re beautiful,

And you can learn
why I want you so,

Just let me take
away the mask…

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Aman Mulji, 7 stycznia 2012

A Clown's Funeral

This is
a story of dreams so cold,

A tale
by Misery still untold,

So cold
no one dare speak,

A
lonely heart in a landscape bleak,

All he
desired was entombed in age,

Two
souls on a lonely blazed page,

He only
sinned when he loved,

Only
when he gazed into her crystal eyes,

Only
when he listened to Misery’s deception,

The
mind is restless; the clouds begin to shiver,

He
needs to survive this grey wailing winter,

He is
nothing but a dead leaf in the autumn breeze,

Why did
she steal his breath?

Rob him
of his only reason?

To such
beauty, what treason be passed?

None
for I still seek her,

She
congeals the spaces in me,

Piercing
the mind is the truth,

And the
Clown’s mask is on my face,

All I
see is shadows during spring,

Can I
be alike him,

Would
he laugh instead of sobbing on the devils lap?

No…that’s
not real – I’m not real,

Now she
needs me no more,

And the
mask is wearing off,

He and
I be one inner being,

And the
Clown was murdered by Misery,

Let’s
enjoy his funeral…

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Pozostałe wiersze: The Demon And The Fay, The Curtain, Sorry, My Twisted Mind, My Eyes And Your Soul, Love At 4.00pm, Since She Buried Misery, My Twisted Mind, Eros, My Ally, (My Adversity), Love at 4.00pm, From Where You Are, Day Dream, Blunt Knife, Bitter Love, At This Very Hour, An Obsession Ousting, A War Between The Vanities, A Clown's Funeral,

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