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Uncertain This Life

Mysterious Love...

Colour Of Darkness

My Own Dreams

Stolen Secrets

What is Love?

Touch With Ocean

Raining Feelings

Heaven Of Inspiration

Where Is The Pain

Love is the most beautiful prayer... P  O  E  M  S
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( écrit par Simon Rimal )

French


Incertain Cette vie

Amour mystérieux...

Couleur D'Obscurité

Mes Propres Ręves

Secrets volés

Quel est L'Amour?

Toucher L'Océan

Pleuvant Sensations

Ciel D'Inspiration

Oů Est La Douleur


 

Uncertain This Life

Uncertain, this life, eternity escaped in lowly affairs
But, we are innocent of our forebears
We hail from the desert, you and me here
Hopes of plantation will be brought the future in there

Unblessed and infertile, this lovely landscape of ours
Left unattended by the masters in high mountain’s towers
Are for us to build for days and hours
This garden of yours variegated all these flowers

Come, my window girl, starry nights will shine
Again for you and I to refine
The masterpiece and beats of our chorused rhymes
A plantation for all for eternal times

In empathy we will now trust as fair
The celebrated virtue of our lair
Panorama of hope and solidarity divine
Our aesthetic foreground will eternally shine
And our feelings deep inside will always be in the cloud nine…Dreaming again…

 
   
 

Mysterious Love...

So often in my deeply thoughts,
When I am embracing you,
It seems that you exist somewhere near me
Only because of me and I exist because of you.

It's not easy to wander in these waiting mountains
And not lose one's way whatever may come,
But the greatest happiness of all
Is in giving ecstasy to one's beloved with emotional whisper.

And if the king can have his throne,
And if the bird can have his Spring nest,
And God can have his paradise,
Then I, my unknown mysterious love, I can have you!

 
   
 

Colour Of Darkness...

Where did the memories of my feelings go
To gladness they thought they would suddenly find me
But instead I didn’t find my happiness after travelling,
Strange landscape,
And still stranger times in font of my tearing eyes
It seems, Happiness became just a yester feeling, as a gest
The song that you once sang sometimes catches
Up with the sunflowers here around the sky blue
Unfolds the fragrance of a long night behind the small cottage
We once hid behind lazy questions, surrounding
By the patient sky night,
The answer seemed to amused in our warmth,
Of late finished the hopeless whisper
Remembrances disappeared by taking the colour of darkness…

 
   
 

My Own Dreams...

"How I can express my love to you in three words by my deeply soul, mouth, eyes. You’re the kite for me that you’re flying near the mountain, I’m waiting you by worrying by my heart if you’re ok and talking with wind and showing, she is the paradise I love so much. You step into my dream and tiptoeing softly like a celestial nymph by wearing a garland of yellow flowers and set upon your soft golden curls, a tiara of luminescent jasmine white. You slip into my dreams, singing of your love's offerings to me, touching me softly with your song. I just find within in a voice so gentle and virgin, pearly white notes a bubbling from your sweet fountain of o love.

Every drop is like nectar in my dreams when I drink. You continue stepping into my dreams, each night with blissful soft of softness, rocking the sweet night away to blissful sleep, then hastening suddenly to depart wordlessly, just before the break of dawn your silken gown trails off our love garden. Yet, it’s still so respectful that when you turning to look back. It seems as your rosebud lips smiling a promise of sweeter nights yet to come. Form silently gliding away vanishing, each night you leave me thus, awake and wondering who can you be my love and where are you from? Are you real or are you a celestial being? Oh how my heart yearns to see you my love, in living flesh and blood. If I were allowed to write one letter, to whom and about what would you write? I'd write to my most beautiful window girl to let her know how happy I am that you came into my dreams..."

 
   
 

Stolen Secrets


The thief of time,
Carries memories with all these past days
Coming from the zero way to peak of the aged,
And the secret I’ve brought with
Is writing day and night in my mind.

Rushing to reach some times near the right destination
Hiding those loves and emotions
Stolen by passing time
Before I just waked up…

 
   
 

What Is Love?

Love is a continuous process,
Not an end, a journey, just begin with birth
Nor a destination, successes,
Is way to travel with travellers and sharing some smiles.

To love doesn't mean to make love,
Love's not expectation, not vulgar
Love is gratitude, prayer with soul,
Is selfless, affection and helping others to realise their goal.

Devotion and dedication, pure thinking of divine
Are other names of love,
Sacrifice sans hesitation walking in the beautiful mind,
Is the light of connection between two different hands.

 
   
 

Touch With Ocean

A wet kiss is like a fresh air of mountain,
It enters in the green ocean of loving
But this drop of kiss is not only it seems to be
It’s a light of the thunder to feel.

I swim for the shore not knowing
Where I am in this great kiss of life
As sunset sparkles and dances for me,
Showing me the way to feel the water
Suddenly, bending wave gives the test of thirsty love.

Often, I used to lost swimming in this great ocean,
Why is it so deep and dark after sunset?
Drown in this deep ocean of love to find this mystery
And rush in its blindness until I am
So exhausted, but finding the mystery with the kiss of invisible shores…

 
   
 

Raining Feelings

Through
The sparkling curtain
Of water
I can see
Your silhouette.

The brazen drops of dew
Licking your eyelashes,
A drop of water is falling from your sensual lips,
Entering within your whispering breathe...
May sunset is hiding in the horizon being shy
After all it’s the nature is dancing in the sand.

I wish I could
Fly alongside the dew,
Within the monsoon rain…

 
   
 

Heaven Of Inspiration

My loves
For beauty, a beauty of good feelings,
For the decent words which comes from the heaven of inspiration.

My soul
For human rights, a right for deeply sentiments
For the aspirations which means to be the meaning of brightness.

My heart
For asylum of the shelter, a shelter for protect the loveliness,
For cry sometimes to console the painful mess.

My prayer
For companion in life, a companion till the last breathe
For make the wisdom to live with sorrow and happiness…

 
   
 

Where is the pain

Don't ask me please
Where is the pain
What I am, well I think I'm fine
So, Don't come into my mind to make me mad again and again.

In my whole life, there’s always this sadness
Even though
There are these circumstances
I could live without ever smile
My wound is you
If you don't smile, the pain persists
Thus, I always say
Please smile.

Somewhere in the desert, If I lost
Somewhere in the unconscious, If I cried
I will be pleased if you smile
My destiny is to make you smile
My goal is to make you smile
My god is to make you smile
So,I believe that
My wound is you
If you don't smile, the pain persists
That's why I always say
Please smile
Please smile.

 
   
 




 
   
 



 
   
 



 
   
 



 
   
 



 
   
 



 
   
 



 
   
 



 
   
 

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