The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Saturday, January 29, 2011


Gazing into the heaven
I see only your face
Longing for your touch
Held in an embrace

Colourful enchantments
Gentle soul you have
So unaware we are both
For unveiling love

I caught a rainbow today
And placed it in a jar
Only to release it one day
For the bridge afar

Across all oceans and seas
I whisper your name
Do you feel me as I you?
Are you and I same?

Under this rainbows gate
We connect in dreams
Unknown is but our fate
Only our spirit hears

Sound of hues’ harmony
Colours of my bliss
Sealed is our but journey
Our love with a kiss

by Janette Dengo

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Paradox

Chained onto the mystery
Unravelling its links
For the dead end road
While foundation sinks

Who told my heart to beat
And once again I ask
Dreaming in the alchemy
Upending is this task

Pursued in rebel with lust
Bound by the agencies
Who commend in deceit
On vast inconsistencies

In forbidden sweetness
Long are we beaten
Awaiting but our destiny
Still sour crop is eaten

Dark water is swallowed
By a sheltered bold fox
In life he wallowed
To believe the paradox

Tuesday, January 4, 2011


Fused one earth they share
Yet alone they stand
Inhaling this hot universal air
Year upon year unbent are the words
They must hear inside
Catching wishes with a net
Mended from the holes
One shall be granted soon I bet
Alone again in the quiet dream
As they hide their faces
Resolution awakens within
Bound by rising tides
To relive, laugh and feel free
It echoes in their hearts pending burst
Eventually giving way
Like a firefly seeking a night
Resting wings so broken
Yet committed to take a flight
So unspoken within is their solitude
In undertaken journeys