Brimming with tears I see him yonder His smile, a magnet that draws and yet his armour that repels against a cruel world. Recall his pain and anger through my tears his fears, maybe sometimes the reason for his veiled song. Angry and gay many a time never queerly though blinded in my own fairy tale I thank my tears for cleansing my vision and pray for him to be happy and gay..
Masks both green and rainbow I wear them with pride but my eyes and my heart need no mask For mirrors both they look within and a world outside sometimes in pain and sometimes in joy. I am but human I hurt and heal and love and long My hands outstretched for someone to hold and walk along Paths uncharted over valleys and cliffs and over sandy shores and snowclad peaks and mossy greens I sing but one song : Nature’s Song For I am just like you Nature’s Child….
Notes : A two way mirror is stringing of two poems for a friend , and in support of the LGBT cause . equally cathartic for me to understand the pain … questions galore … what if the shoe was on the other foot ?
time for reflection. love needs no reason, in its sublime expression it can only be inclusive.
A volunteer mentor in a Beyond School Learning Program at the not for profits VIDYA ( www.vidya-india.org) I love working with children and youth. the inclusive and diverse platform that is VIDYA , has been the perfect foil for creative expressions to emerge as we seek to collaborate a holistic learning intervention by providing a joyful learning environment. Who am I ? existential question... exploring through journeys of life.. a seeker's quest finds expression in many forms and poetry is the language of the " Now " that is influenced by the dreams dreamt and the dreams that lie ahead.. a celebration of what is here !
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