Watch you, Watch me

My Everything

You watch me,

Dilated eyes

A hunger,

A need


I watch you,

Widened eyes

A craving,

A plea


The space surrounding

Grows to a dim


Just you and me

And this Wednesday whim


You feel me

Shameless hands

A journey

A design


I feel you

Stirring hands

A show

A crime


The space surrounding

Grows to a dim


Just you and me

And this Wednesday whim












Beyond the Fence



Surrounded with good postured grass and newly fallen leaves

My eyes soak up sparkling dew and lungs rejoice with the breeze

My private haven, with bright greens and sunshine gold’s

A place where my imagination can soar, and beauty is bold


This magnificent meadow, with vibrant colors and rich smells

Every strand of dark green grass has a story to tell

My admiration, my escape, this secluded refuge serves

My gaze is set on climbing trees, with their out stretched arms that curve


This caring defense, of plump bushes and soaring trees

Save me from the outside world, yet lets me be free

I watch the graceful decent, of an autumn leaf,

Flow to a calm bed of grass, which lie beneath


I peer upon a family of rocks, caught between day and night

Relaxing in the Earths cool soil, yet bathe in deep sunlight

These fluid thoughts, abetted by the breeze

A place, my place; my mind set free

Muses of Life


And what I desire

Isn’t time

But what time justly gives

Moments lost

Yet treasured in darkness

A home in me; they live

And what I crave

Is of no value

Where dollars make no sense

Afflictions united

Where dreams blossom

Precious time well spent

And what I lust

Is not of flesh

But something to shock my core

A riveting tale

So wholesomely made

Never needing anything more







The Perfect

My Everything

The perfect timing

When eyes meet

Double sided mirrors

Seeing down deep

The perfect moment

When lips collide

Red tulips together

Never wanting to divide

The perfect sound

When whispers dance

From ear to ear

In a trance

The perfect love

Always new

Everyday a reason

My love is true

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In the struggle of life, our love prevails.

Sundown Eyes


And the sky took with light

Reflected in my eyes; beaming

Feeling lighter and bright

Submerging my soul; dreaming


I’ve fallen into the crescent

A tight woven bond

Enriching the present

A long road too fond


A candle in the distance

Awakens the depths inside

A higher purpose of existence

From you, I cannot hide


I have fallen in to your grace

No sense of time; still

A torch for my darkened place

Adventures in twilight; surreal

When Beauty Becomes Curse!

Her exceptional beauty,

Is a curse to her currently,

Wherever she goes,

Each greedy guy with eyes her beauty devours.


At times she is happy,

Like the woman who has won the best trophy,

In the Miss World competition,

When she gets fair compliments from any person.


At times when the bad ones do tease her,

She shrinks herself like the touch-me-not ever.

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The Love of the Moon


As the crickets sing sweet lullabies

The frogs hum an aristocratic tone

Stars fancy a twinkle

The moon so bright, on it's throne

Street lights tend to flicker

As if they have sleepless tire

Moths dance where shadows won't

As if they'd catch on fire

The grass is kissed with a wetness

So sweetly lingered into dawn

Whispers of remembrance flow

Left, as suddenly as it's spawned

Flowers reaching for the skies

Welcoming the warmth of rays

The moon honing for his love

Beckoning the day

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Mesmerized by Her Beauty! [Story]

It is the dead of the night. The world seems to be dead! There is scarcely any sound except that of the foxes from a far. Like the nocturnal owl, the thief named Gabbar is geared up to steal some precious elements from certain houses.

Gabbar plans to encroach at least two houses tonight. He fixes his eyes on the house that is just next to the river. There are no more houses in close proximity.     

          Gabbar thinks that it will be the perfect one for stealing. There is less risk of getting caught because even if the dwellers sense his presence and start shouting, none is possibly going to hear! 

          Gabbar looks at the gate that is locked as it should be! Then he takes a careful look at the wall that surrounds the house. It is not that high; Gabbar can easily scale the wall.

          Scaling walls is not a big deal for Gabbar. He has been doing this for a long time. He has successfully finished the first level. Now, he finds himself in front of the building.

          Gabbar prays to God that he must not be bitten by a dog, if there is one in that very house. He is afraid of the dogs so much. It is not that he is scared of them from his childhood; in fact, once a dog almost killed him during night when he was on his stealing mission!

          However, Gabbar sees no sign of dog there. He feels relaxed; opening the lock of the collapsible gate, he moves forward. Actually, opening locks is like a child’s play to him now. He can open any kinds of locks within a few minutes like magic!

          Gabbar goes on stealthily like a ghost! As he has no shoes on, there is no sound made from the steps. He is also aware of the sound of his breath. He must not pant.

          Gabbar reaches a door. Without much ado, he starts working on it. As always, he comes out victorious. He opens the door very carefully so that not a single creaking sound is produced.

          Gabbar is inside the room now. Since it is extremely dark, he cannot see anything, not even his own hands and feet! However, he reaches the part, which is just next to the wall. He starts groping there. He must make sure that he does not break anything accidentally!

          Gabbar feels that it is a wardrobe. He opens it and senses that there are some clothes. He starts looking for a drawer; he finds one at last and it is locked. Gabbar becomes happy since he thinks that there must be something in that drawer.

          But, Gabbar knows that it will be really tough now to unlock it. He is inside the room and someone is asleep on the bed. Even a slight noise can awake the sleeper. So, Gabbar must be more cautious than before.          

          Gabbar has been doing well. The drawer is open now. He leads his hands inside it and feels something hard. It is a flat box. He gets overjoyed thinking that there must be precious jewelry in it!

          Gabbar places it safely inside his bag. Suddenly, he realises that the moonlight is entering through the windowpane and making the room enlightened. Everything looks almost clear now.

          Gabbar stands before the bed. He sees that there is a young girl who is in deep sleep. He cannot see her face. Suddenly, the girl moves towards the opposite side and Gabbar gets afraid!

          Fortunately, the girl does not awake. The moonlight is falling directly on her face now. It looks heavenly to Gabbar. He is so amazed by her beauty; he has not seen anyone as beautiful as the girl who is right in front of his eyes!

          Gabbar is awfully captivated by her beauty. He stands like a tree and looks at her as if he could do that for eternity! In a word, the notorious thief named Gabbar has fallen in love with a girl who looks like an angel!

          Gabbar leaves soon. He reaches his house but cannot sleep even for a minute. He feels that he will die if he does not see her again!

          For the three successive nights, Gabbar goes to that house not to steal again but to have a look at that gorgeous young woman. Unfortunately, he is caught by the guardian of the house and handed over to the police.

Now, Gabbar is in prison where he passes his time by daydreaming about that beautiful girl!

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"My Sweet Rose"

Just a thought!

My lovely Rose dates back to the Great Hunnic Empire

Born in the Thirteenth Shire of the Dacian Kingdom

Descended from the loins of a Saxon, Noble Count, whose

Rotting bones, raised from the dead, by an evil King...

"The sixth son of a sixth son of a sixth son."

The Count, cursed by demons to walk the Earth in

Darkness for a thousand years, feeding off the blood

Of the living... All his children's children, cursed for

Another thousand years to propagate the blood line.

In the dark of night, I met my Rose. Captivated by her

Beauty, seduced by her enchanting ways, she drew me in.

Caught in a passionate embrace, entwined in a hypnotic

Love affair, I was smitten, till she tried to suck the life from me...

With one fell swoop, I separated my sweet Love's head from

her cursed soul.  Unable to escape the clutches of her stare,

I speak to her each day as if she were a part of me...

    "My dear, sweet Rose'...   Still my Love, death becomes you!"

     by Barry Anderson


Author's Notes/Comments: 

"My Sweet Rose"

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