New song

brand new ribbons
on the front lawn today
bright blue, like the sky above
dear this is a new day
and finally a new song

bright babes' faces
on the television portrayed
true love, like from heaven above
dear this is a new day
and finally a new song

(chorus)
finally, a new song
sweet, like the morning caress
finally, a new song
glory to those who believe it
finally, my new song
finally, my new song

small, gentle steps
on the fields today
true colors, like my father before me
dear this is a new day
and finally a new song

(chorus)

i'm no saint
i'm just a witer
oh, a new song
i'm no army
i'm just a singer

and here, here is my new song
and here, here is my new song

(chorus)

adt
cincinnati, oh

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(Music to follow?)

If it is written

clear blue sky,
dance songs radiate
from nowhere
Picassos melt the earth
this is art?

sweet green grass,
a soft drumbeat fades
from my slumber
i craft another song
is this love?

move inside
pull the covers close
warmth meanders
through palladium windows
archways to somewhere sincere

and no one writes another word
cacophony of dreams
pull the covers close, dear
embrace another word revered
another kiss

shoulder to shoulder, we sleep
our missive lost in the hollow
beneath yet another blue sky
our minds lost and unkind
leave nothing for those that follow

adt
cincinnati, oh

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved arpit d. trivedi

The First Day

The solemn moment was one he had dreamed of many times. The shape of the room is as he had imagined. The birds outside the only sounds. An incubator of freedom, conspiracy, and carnal knowledge all in one. Unmeasurable eloquence nonetheless. He picked up a pencil and wrote the following words:

I am king.

He quickly erased it. Had he really made this journey? Every man and woman dreams of having this view. He became king of the domain of man today. He conquered many barriers. He conquered his own demons, though they were few and far between. He had journeyed to this point, this pinnacle and he had it all. He had fought a tremendous battle and stood victorious. Invincible, no. Enviable, yes. He would have to fight against his own ego and manage his desire to be heard and to be taken seriously. His confidence, though strong, could at times get beyond even him. It could get beyond even her.

"Sir?" asked a small female voice from beyond the door.

No response.

"Sir?" she asked again.

He looked up slowly, the commanding presence of his eyes nearly bowled over the young aide.

"Yes. What is it?" he asked, the voice echoing about the room.

"Your wife is here, sir."

"Show her in, please." he said.

The door opened and in she walked. Her head was held high and her smile radiated passion, compassion, and absolute incredulity. They had both arrived. She sat down on the sofa in the center of the room. He stood up from behind the desk and paced.

"I stand here before you, my love, and I can honestly say I have wont of nothing more. No diamonds, no Everest, no expensive cars...no other request. I only want better things for them."

As he gestured towards the broad, curved window, she stood up and wrapped her arms around him. She felt as complete as she would ever feel. She was also scared for him and for her children. The battle that awaited them was an daunting one. No one believes they can win it, much less start it. No one understands their drive, their energy, or their passion. No one trusts his vision. Entangled in a web of lies, positions, and overtures, nothing is sacred anymore. Nothing commands respect. Nobody respects anybody else.

"It will be alright, dear." His voice was both reassuring as it was musical.

"Let's go," she said.

"Let's go, Michelle, let's go."

adt

cincinnati, oh

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the red birdhouse

wind filters out life's somber echoes
a red birdhouse swings
its carriage full

she sits, day to day
consumed by the grander moments
simple sounds, vivid colors
keystone chase scenes and feathers

all within life's full view

i gain energy
sit up straight to view the sun
and think of her
front and center to the birdhouse
laughing with abandon

i love her

adt
cincinnati, oh

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved arpit d. trivedi

Drowned out again

poured the saline
slowly
like a brook dances 'neathe the
oaks

cleaned the essence away
no more signals left
not a mere mention of life

and yet
the old bark, cast astray,
leads us to another treeline
in a grey forest

just near a creek bed
overflowing
into our own conscience

to drown us out
again and again
and again

adt
cincinnati, oh

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I wish I was that doctor

a single cut
waits open, tended only by sunlight
healed only by rain

a silent wound
stays fresh, fused true by love
simple, total, agape

i am not that doctor
nor am i that victim
just a cradle of soft advice
locus uninterrupted
daring to serve
but not be deserving

i am not that doctor
(though my heart trains it so)
that cuts
that heals
that binds

i wish i was

adt
cincinnati, oh

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A life less acoustic

foundry iron
makes tanks and bullets
like a jaded monk thinks of his youth
portions his day for prayer, for atonement
sounds bounce through us like a butter knife
and all i hear is his sadness
some moment of tandem living
the veil of happiness
slips off

in a life less acoustic
muffled sounds of now gone patterns
wake us each night with an electric buzz
strings from that same foundry
play me again
softly again

adt
cincinnati, oh

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