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| By Reine Furtado |
| Reine Furtado works as project manager for an instrumentation cable manufacturing unit at Goregaon east, Mumbai. She has been residing in Mumbai for the past 9 years, and has been interested in writing, especially poetry, since childhood. |
December 28, 2012
With Me...
Walk with me and say no words
And see through my eyes the beauty I see
Imagine what I visualize in utter dark sky
And then you’ll know why my thoughts are hard to believe
Replenish the soul with clouds so fluffed
Hear the silence and taste the music
Fly with me above the stretch of golden street lights
Above the mountains green and grey
Dig feet with me in the wet sand of the beach
Let the waves wash the tears away
And then cry with me as I stand in the graveyard
Feeling all the pain buried in that piece of land
Hold my hand and feel the flow of blood
Under my skin and feel what my soul demand
Command the moon on my terrace
And wonder how it talks to me
Dance with me in the light of heavens
And let the demons and angels watch down on you and me
See how the landscape turns liquid
And then mixes and crumbles into an abstract form
Drown in the bath tub and see the life bubbled
Floating away as is its norm
Life is just not what eyes see
What you hear
What you feel what you desire
Nature is complicated just like you and me
Come with me… Let’s conspire....
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READ 'EXCLUSIVE ARCHIVES'
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| Comments on this article |
| Reine Furtado, Mumbai | Monday, January 28, 2013 |
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Thank you Aunty...
Means a lot to me |
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| Reine Furtado, Mumbai | Monday, January 28, 2013 |
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| Thank you Mama...Keep me in your prayers and blessings and i will sure make you proud someday. |
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| Reine Furtado, Mumbai | Monday, January 28, 2013 |
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| Thank you everyone for all the support and compliments. |
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| R.Bhandarkar., M | Tuesday, January 08, 2013 |
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Dear Miss Furtado...
What a 'power packed'dynamo of a poem! Would have missed it!Yes-
Let's Conspire.....! |
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| Agnello, Mangalore/Muscat | Tuesday, January 01, 2013 |
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'Poems are words
Caressing the thoughts
Kissing them lightly,
leaving the mark on the soul..'
Beautiful poem Reine. |
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| Lavina Furtado, Kuwait | Tuesday, January 01, 2013 |
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Very Nice write up Reine, keep it up n congratulations, very good feelings .Wish you and all at home Happy New Year.
Wish you all the best and keep writing..... |
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| SRIDHAR SHETTY , DOHA /BARKUR | Sunday, December 30, 2012 |
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nice one...moden days people have no time to comunicate with nature.
they are blind and busy in there world,no one care about nature we live like noting to do with our nature...
you will enjoy most when u can see and understand the nature... |
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| anita britto, Mangalore/Auckland | Saturday, December 29, 2012 |
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Absolutely mind-blowing poem - i loved it - enjoyed every line especially : Life is just not what eyes see
What you hear
What you feel what you desire
Best wishes
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| jeevan mario mudarth, mangalore/dohaqatar | Friday, December 28, 2012 |
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| compliments of the season . happy to read the thoughts and was encouraged to write these few lines keep up the good work write more like this in future too. thanks reine all the best |
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| lancy dias, bangalore | Friday, December 28, 2012 |
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| congratulation Reine, Beautiful thoughts and feelings. Keep writing and experss your ideas to others. all the best. |
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| John DSouza, Mangalore | Friday, December 28, 2012 |
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Congrats Reine, Good feelings, Imagination and Presentation.
Yes, life is much more than our vision, view, thought and imagination.
It is like a cricket game, the opportunity is to face either several balls or to get out early. The option to play either aggressive or defensive,
Hit sixes, fours, singles, stay idle and to get out.
It is a struggle to survive and succeed in the field, with a particular role to play, for a while. Life is a relay game passes from generation to generation.
The Creator of both visible and non visible things (being the all rounder) has distributed talents as his investment and will reap the crop at the end, by rewarding us according to our act, performance and achievement.
Keep your pleasent thoughts expressed through your eys. Good luck. |
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