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Best Poems From
RANI TURTON
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So Far
So far, the roads and rues and avenues
Told me, more or less in their jagged way
With their signposts that zigzag here and there
Where to go in my own inimitable way.
There were people who tried, and tired
Left my side: there were moments of grace
But I kept on at my pace.
And weary of it all, I thought
After having come so far
Not to tire out, not to fade out
Without finding what destiny is all about.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Tears, I Told You To Go Away
I told you, tears, to go away
Not to remain so close to me everyday
To tell the trees and rocks who knew me
That I was as far away as eternity.
My tears were just rivulets of pain
A passion that need to fall like rain;
I could not speak out what I thought:
I could not seek out whom I sought.
My cheeks were wet as on a rainy day
But the sky cloudless, remained dry;
Tears, I told you to please go away
My ineluctable destiny is here to stay.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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The Anthology of Rock in Your Head
The anthology of rock in your head
That hypersensitivity to words and notes
Your attraction to eccentricity
Speaks more eloquently than you do.
Your hands, long and scarred
Some tobacco stained nails and sleepless nights
Your eyes, weary when it was daylight.
Now you go wherever life beckons
Your nights in strange lockers and towns
With long names and foreign friends
You have nowhere to go but yet
You are never alone. When times get rough
There are crazed moments of intensity.
But then laughing, laughing, in the moonlight
You walk on, your shadow loping beside you.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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The Depth of Longing
On this steep slope that leads to a far-off frontier
There is nothing, not even a guide.
Intention, detention and retention
Freedom lies in blue skies
Where lies my destiny?
A thread unravlled here and there
And a restless, weary spirit travelling
Never resting, never unravelling
The skeins of that silken yarn
To match the depths of the longing
The longing of the single solitary star
Skimming is cosmic spaces, brilliant and bold
The long-lost memory of belonging
For a single instant to somebody somewhere sometime
In an epoch that vaunts the lack of belonging
To the depths of this longing.
Copyright 2008 Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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