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So Much Love

So much love,
So much innocence,
So many things I see in you.

How many wishes,
How many smiles,
How much do your eyes shine?

Your heart seems exploding of love,
Your smile seems exploding of happiness,
Your eyes seems exploding of light.

How many times will you be with me,
Let’s remember the perfect moments we spent together.

How many times I wished to hug you,
How many times I did look at you and smiled,
How many times I wished to be with you and not let you go?

Why do you have to leave,
Why don’t you stay?

So many emotions to come out,
So many feelings to feel,
So much love to give,
So many things to share,
So many smiles to send.

Why doesn’t it make sense?

Sulekha

Hurricane

Caught unaware on
the blackest night
by a demon force
of a thousand frights.

Thrown and tossed,
dashed and smashed,
grim waves upon
our trapped ship crashed.

Sending dark, cold waters
swashing over, and into,
bilges full of ocean
sinking at the screws.

Man the pumps,
start them everyone
or lost we be, come
the morning sun.

A frighted crew, weary
to post, tied to deck and rail,
clung fast to ship, for life
from the horrendous gale.

A crack, a boom split the air
heard ‘bove the pounding roar
our life boat cut clean in half
by knife-like wave, ’twas no more.

Taller grew the waves as
stronger, faster blew the wind,
eighty feet and growing
while we were trapped therein.

Towering over ship and down
the waves smashed it all,
rafts, nets, and tools, in
the ocean they did fall.

Wallowing in the troughs,
teetering on the crests,
deadly close to capsizing,
confronting the ultimate test.

Dark fear of doom and death
in the watery sea so gray
now filled thoughts of men,
nothing left to do but pray.

Past three-hours-ten the
deadly storm slacked grip,
clenched so tight on our
beaten, broken ship.

First light revealed the vessel
painted a crystalline white
by salt on bristle of wave
throughout the raging night.

An eerie ghost-like image
of ship once strong and free
stripped of its grand colors
by a tormented, angry sea.

We rode the weather down
with courage, great care,
yet know not how, nor why
our tiny ship was spared.

Lekatt

An Able Man Am I

An able man am I,
I’ve not gone without.
Things others hold dear,
I really don’t give a shout.

It’s not my possessions
that make me able.
It’s not arm strength,
wrestling at a table.

Much more than material,
possession or talent.
Even more than knowledge,
and acting so gallant.

Ability comes from within
the individual soul.
A anthem written in ink
on a parchment scroll.

Truth, honesty, faith,
and love, ’til I die.
That is what makes,
an able man am I.

Lekatt

Intuition

Intuition is a soft thought,
something that you feel.
It pops up now and then,
not really a big deal.

Some say it’s nothing,
just your imagination.
This small nagging thing,
like a stomach irritation.

A gut thought that can
easily go unnoticed.
Better for you to ignore,
than to promote it.

Yet, it was known to help
people cross the Atlantic.
When intuition warned them,
not to sail with the Titanic.

There were several cancellations
by people who felt the pending
danger of sailing with Titanic.

Lekatt

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