The Awaited Agony: Beauty and the Beast - A Gothic Etymology - Part VI – Beauty's Farewell

A Sleeping tree awakes to dawn set free,

Pigeons fly to proclaim the sky’s essence...

A caterpillar breathes free to a butterfly with glee,

Beauty flays her hair to the Beast’s relish of floral fragrance...

‘With Flower Knitted Beads.’

The Beast weeps of the departing flies,

Beauty’s sympathy he felt were lies.

Craving is cupid for her Blessed eyes,

The Beast fails in courage as he recites her smile...

The shadows awoke to crimson that rode down the path,

 His Stallion wept as the leather in pardon captured its wrath...

The Beast watched as much to love that could last,

His palm bled as the thorns relished his lonely grasp...

The Papa Poem

For World Peace! I Dedicate this Poem for Love and Papa, My Mother Teresa. Ave Maria. 

His Eyelids are free!!
In Peace He smiles back to me..
Call it a Smile, His Eyes are a Blessing,
And his return,
He sings a song to me of courage and strength,,,

He sings to me,
I sing back in return...
I dedicate this poem to Courage...

I miss you so much, That word can’t define in itself...


He is with My Lord and My Blessed Mother, God and Doves...
He writes a precious poem with my Mother and My Best Friend Kavitha,
With Aunt, God Bless All Their Smiles Always in Heaven...

I am a Free Man, Born a Brought up to never give up on my dreams....
I never Will... EVER...Papa taught me to.. I learnt and made my mind fixate.

The Hope Poem

This poem is dedicated to all who lost their lives due to Hate preached, For Sri Lanka and the lives in Heaven lost due to the Cyclone.

Why is there pain?
Why the Sorrow?
Don’t hate God for the pain.
It’s taught in The Bible, The Quran, The Gita and the Blessings,
I’m reading and till date I’ve have not any preaching of Sorrow.

Hate is never preached,
It’s a man made decibel...
Yet comes the greed in money’s teach,
Least to realize there’s always a Blessed Bell!

From Heaven they smile to us,
I pray in return...
God Bless to Heal Plus,
Hate is never taught in the turn!

The Sister Poem

This poem is dedicated to My Sister Lakshmi Priya and her Blessed Home...

Her Eyes sings to the sky,
The sky sings back a poem....
She makes me eat a mile,
She sings life a song in Heaven’s thrum....

Her Hands boils me Pongal,
Chicken to sing her keerai ping ball....
In a porcelain glass she drops Heaven’s ensemble...
My tongue open’s hunger’s Blessed Stall....

Her eyes is a Blessing,
The thyme is a Brother’s missing...
Her smile is Heaven’s kissing,
A sister she is to me in God’s blessing....

Hope sings to me precious,
She is my Life and my breath...
Her smile is the most gracious,
Plenty I shall rhyme as her arms is the most spacious...

Hope and Acoustic

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"These are precious poems by my Precious Aunty and Superwoman, Premila Gupta.God Bless Your lightened Soul in Heaven and my sacrament Sister, Dingy."  

The way was long,
The night was dark,
Clouds dark grey,
Streaked with silver rays,
Stretched from end to end.
 
The trees bend, as the haughty wind howled past,
I stood on the rugged pathway.
A lone watcher of this wonderfully terrifying scene...
Eagerly awaiting some familiar sight
Something like that of a watchman’s light,
Finding one terror filled my heart.
And then I chose to be the blind –
To be led by you,
With confidence and trust I walked
The lengths of the rugged path
Trusting you and trusting my heart.

As I walked on the rugged path;
I stopped and gave a thought;
To the world I had left behind.
I thought and thought but nothing came –
To my mind as to what I had lost.
What I had gained;
Suddenly, A fever entered my head,
That I could not see anything ahead;
I stood still waiting for a passer by
But in vain, all passed by and by
Then a shining star should me light –
And I I knew then God had my plight.
As of saying:
Unborn tomorrow & dead yesterday.
Why fret about them;
If today be sweet!
If not on earth, then in Heaven we shall meet.

Once in a while a friend is found
Which turns out from the start,
to be just the kind of frind
Who really wins your heart.
Once in a while a while a friendship’s made
That’s I really lasting too
And that’s the kind of friendship
I know since met you.
 
Time comes, Time goes
Day comes, Day goes
And yet......
There is solitude in my heart?
Oh! when will sun shine again
Promising something better for the day?

For I do not know where to look and found
The person who gives me courage from behind.
Say, when will you come?
Singing a better day?
God don’t let that dat be away to long
For by that time I may have come and gone.

My life is mine
What shall I make of it
The world is a dark place
With many cruel phrase.
The person one’s love is beyond one’s reach
Hence so may suicide on the bench.
The wearing of love is not known.
That’s why people are unhappy and along
They attack people with trucks clever.
Promise not love but diamonds forever.
Seeing this state of the world.
My head moves in a state of whirl.
God either change the people under the moon.
Or call me to your boon.
Let no man shed a tear for me
For I shall be happier with thee.

The Imaginary Poem

In looks outside is a rhapsody,
The sky is Heaven’s precious Blessing...
A fruit sings to a choir’s melody,
Every Breath is The Gracious Lord’s kissing...

Eyes sing a minim rhyme,
Asleep are two pigeon birds...
They sing a song to a kite sublime,
Clouds walk in winter herds...

Breath sings to the sky,
The blue note rhymes a poem...
On a cheek parks a fly,
Fingers walk in a static loam...

A cloud speaks to the other,
The wind is the Moon’s Brother...
A song sung with Angel Feather,
Sleeping is the wing’s slither...

The waves speak to the water,
A Chicken eats her liver...
Pained is a saddened blister,
The winter sings to the dark in silver....

A Note to Her

A Girl, A Woman is as equal as to a Boy or a Man.  They are very strong proven in every aspect. It’s sad to see them forced to make believe they are a weakling in the society we live in. It’s in the equal spirit that is a Blessing she smiles and stays strong even when things go bad or in state of mental hurting. She has the spirit to give life with destiny carried in her womb for a Blessed 9 months and give breath to a new life with a smile and Sacrament Love.

She can make it though all dreams to come true to become a spirited Astronaut, a Mother to spread the word of peace, a Sister to smile and speak of peace for her wrong doers and all who are have and will always be an inspiration to me.

‘The path from dreams to success does exist. May you have the vision to find it, the courage to get on to it, and the perseverance to follow it. Wishing you a great journey.’ – Kalpana Chawla

‘It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving.’ - Mother Teresa

‘There are two powers in the world; one is the sword and the other is the pen. There is a third power stronger than both, that of women.’ – Malala Yousafzai

She has the right to do the same equal things and it’s sad to see cases of death due to dowry or some monetary scrap need. A Girl, A Woman and Her Spirit can be bought or sold only with Love and Peace and not Dowry.