HE WHO WOOS YOU LIKE NO MAN - a poem by Deepak Menon

Smoke swirled around your figure

Swaying like a misty wraith

Amongst the nameless crowd of souls

Dancing their Dance of Faith

Faith in the future they believed in

The future born in the dim past

When fought they battles, couldn't win

And were into destiny's cauldron cast

To flutter like trembling leaves in the wind

Frantically dancing the Dance they made

A Dance they made to make them forget

The games of love they once had played

When into their midst your timeless shape

Had burst in like a flash of light

Banishing the shadows, the smoke and dark

Scattering all fear into headlong flight

And you danced the Dance of Hope

While stars sparkled in your lovely eyes

And your body sang a Song of Hope

Stilling the multitudes hopeless cries

And they watched with riveted gaze

Your swirling limbs, your haunting face

Your radiant smile, your tossing hair

Your twinkling feet in frantic race

And they knew you danced for me

They watched and wondered frozen in time

While your eyes saw only me

Radiating your love - true, sublime

And they knew that they had seen

Eternity in your sparkling dance

A love so true, so pure - so strong

It left them speechless and askance

And from the mist there appeared

He who wooed you like no man

Took form and swept you far away

Into the Forever Sunshine land

   ----------------------By Deepak Menon

AND THE REST, GENTLY TO SLEEP LAY-A Poem by me

AND THE REST, GENTLY TO SLEEP LAY

.                     By Deepak Menon

Can meanings, we, from words glean?

Words that are meant to let us know,

What we can never hear or dream,

Words meant to raise or lay us low,

What we can see, of intents unseen

From words uttered not to let us know,

Is but a fragment of a forgotten dream

Words wrapped in magic gowns of snow,

Lily white in nether worlds so dark

Showing glimmering rivers of feelings,

That words like crawling maggots park

In minds deep recesses,with meanings,

That silently reverberate with truths

We think we know but are not sure,

For words are carriers of those truths

And themselves the beckoning lure,

Concealing meanings in shimmering hazes

Compelling reason and ignorance,

To lose themselves in speakers mazes

Of meanings construed as deliverance,

For, meanings from words we do derive,

But in a parochial, limited way,

We hear what we need to survive

And the rest must always hidden stay,

So let's not peer too deeply into the meanings,

Of words we hear along life's way,

Lets glean what we desire to sooth our feelings!

And the rest? - Gently to sleep lay.

Sonnet No 6 by me

SONNET NO 6

.                      by

.      Deepak Menon
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The oceans be deep yet the Sea of Sorrow is deeper still

In which the lover from his love estranged, wallows
The mountains be high yet higher is the lonely tower still
From which the lover’s lonely gaze scans the hollows
Enervated by the calamity that knows no earthly parallel
Yet pervades the world of humanity in equal measure
The look or word that transforms heaven into fiery hell
Hurling into depths of sadness what once was pleasure
The sight of a vacuous smile upon the same upturned face
Now meaningless as it follows a vacant and empty look
The frantic nonchalance in the searching for just a trace
Of the raging storms that once his heart by force took
And in that fleeting moment, do stop the sands of time
Life losing its lustre, and the song of life – its rhyme.