From the cloud capped misty mountains
Leaving the moss covered Kapok trees
Bidding adieu to people who worshipped her every drop
She came to her lords dwelling, to become
Queen of Kalahari – princess of Amazonia
She tied her silken strands in a bun
Held her infant in her loving embrace
Knotted her flowing skirt tight
Busy decorating her kings dwelling
Tireless to enliven the rain-parched kalahari
Queen of Kalahari – princess of Amazonia
Years of journey drifting into habit
Yet she pauses in hear cycle of duties
Tilted head glancing skywards at the clouds
Life seeming a bout of ayahuasca
The angled smile lost in thirst of Kalahari
Queen of Kalahari – princess of Amazonia
The flight of albatross beaconing
The dreams of rainforest alluring
She knows the nest where she blooms
She yearns for the worshippers of rain
Yet her love for Kalahari is Kilimanjaro diamond
Queen of Kalahari – princess of Amazonia
A gust of wind
Musky – lost in thoughts
Pushed at the heavy wooden door
Creaking the door open
It entered – salty smoky room
Raising her soul and filling his heart
Queen of Kalahari – princess of Amazonia
Abode of Horus 
i like the picture of the girl staring at the moon.
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* beautiful pics*
Just loved them
How have u been??
cheers
N
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Hey Horus,
Hmm….another poem for Silken Strands…..Its Lovely. Heartfelt…Direct Dil Se as usually. And the photographs are AWESOME! BTW…her love for Kalahari may be diamond but the commitment of rain worshippers is like the Rock of Girbraltar-Undaunted, unshaken…..always there…
Love,
Minerva
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yeah.. I do listen to handel, bach and even Brahms. And about being young and all… i\’m 29… dunno whether that\’s young or old!!!
Smiles
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"She yearns for the worshippers of rain"
one who yearns for worshippers can she be respected herself?
A gust of wind
"Musky – lost in thoughts
Pushed at the heavy wooden door
Creaking the door open
It entered – salty smoky room
Raising her soul and filling his heart"
lost in thots accidentally filled his heart ??
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hey IC
that was neat.
i really liked the lines Years of journey drifting into habit Yet she pauses in hear cycle of duties…
So much said in so little…
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Hi Horus,How are you doing? Hope the busy spell is over or is less for the time being! Nice jokes and grt poem!
True,what you said that men in the north especially among certain communities are buying brised from the north east ,chattisgarh etc especially in the tribes! These bought "brides" are nothing but servants and as soon as they produce an heir they are considered useless! Many are resold etc!One has heard of cases where couple of brothers are marrying the same women because they cannot "afford " to buy individual brides!
Certain men go to the extent of groping,teasing etc could be a fall out of the disturbed ratio or it could be purely spoilt,powerful idiots taking iy as their right knowing fully well that their dads will fill pockets that will make them free! Maybe the nimdset also adds to the existing problem!
Women go through the same amount of pain to give birth and nuture inside the womb to sustain another life!We are forever indebted to our moms for giving us life! Its unfortunately,in this land,in the land of the "devis",where the female form is also worshipped, is continuously discriminated against! Mindset,old deeprooted values(?),tradition etc!
hope all is grt at your end,nice pics you have posted!
Tc and have a grt day
Sonia
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hi horus,touching poem… with the nice pictures, complimenting the above….lots of love….
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perfect…:)
ah if i was queen i would buy every strawberry in the world…cant have too many strawberries….yet to see that poem without metaphors..:p you just cant do it horus the mighty…:p
may the queen live long with the king by her side…and let the drops never run dry…
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hi horus,beautiful poem…silently telling everything in a very extra-ordinary way…keep writting…
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Zindagi jeene ka naam hain
Hum sab hain musafir
jo jeevan ki raah pur hain chalte
kabhi akele, kabhi koi saathi,humsafar,humraaz saath lelein
Es puth pur
milte hain bicharte hain
kuch pal saath rehkar aage badate hain
kuch bhool jaate hain
kuch dil ke saaz bajate hain
En mein se koi ek mann ko bhata hain
zindagi mein ek naya ehsaas jagata hain
kabhi yeh bun jaata hain humsafar,shayad kuch pal ke liye
kabmi aage chala jata hain
ek akelapan sa zindagi mein phir cha jata hain
kale badal se nikalkar phir jab umange jaagti hain
humraaz ki raah phir aanken takhti hain
waise chhera,waise aadayien nazar dhoondti hain
mayus hokar phir se barsti hain
Ek matwala panchi kuch keh ke kaano mein jata hain
ki jo gaya ,na raha ab zindagi mein
ek nayee zindagani ki talash hai
kyon phir bhi beete hue din pur dil nirash hain
jo ho gaya woh beti baat hain
aaj hai abhi,kal naya din raat hain
uski kaya mein na dhoondo naya savera
jab chhata hain mann ek naya basera
aas paas koi ho shayad jo deta hain dil pur dastak
shayad kisi ki chhaya mein reh gaya hai ab tak chipkar
Dil ka darwaza kholne purr phir se roshni mehekigi
andhera door kar mann chha hie khushiyan chhekengi…..
Horus,how have you been? Hope life is good at your end! Best of luck!
Sonia
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aha where ru mizter!
somebody\’s been busy.
i dunno whats better being blank or depressive and then feeling happy tht others r feeling the same way :S
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buty-full.
:]
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knockk knockkk
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pardon me for my curiosity but i happened to notice in your space that you say that horus killed the god of clouds and rain and then in the contents of your writings you seem to indicate a liking for rains . is the paradox implied or a mistake? if i may ask. also happened to chance upon a similar space called rainstarvedclouds ,on msn spaces , that space too speaks of a angled head silken strands , is that your friend\’s space? has some very intense poetry written . pardon my curiosity but then intensity of both th spaces provoked my comments. i am sorry if i am intruding.
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where do you get those piccies from?
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hey.. nicely done..
btw me bak
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this is amazing indrajit, one of the most beautiful poems i have ever read. magical, like kapalkundala becoming mrinmayee (kapalkundala is one of my favourite novels and characters)
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When you are submerged in love – yet surrounded by pain – somehow words starts to flow out ! 🙂
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