Happiness Memorial

When I bought my house I called it “Happiness Memorial” Many asked why would I use the word memorial and I said “I used the word monument when I said a greeting once and that monument makes me happy every time I think about that monument” what an evasive speech, later I thought as I hid the person in what I said. Those who heard it frowned but as they know it is not a good idea to confront me with their thoughts they all said nothing, even though I heard the echo from their mind that said “Whatever.” This poem was written with the “Darling Girl” in mind as everyday the monument is trying in all possible ways to fade away from my eyes.

Happiness Memorial.

“You the one who still may read.” She meant when she spoke,
Can’t even tell my name to address,
Hatred in her injected by serpents in protection around her crawl,
And they spit more venom as these days they won.

Time ahead none knows,
Time we passed we both know,
What in the past we cared in happiness bound,
Though in every corner of my mind a thought about her brings,
Happiness and cheerfulness I once for her wished,
This day my conscience bow in defeat, in her silent misunderstandings.

Never ever I will forgive all that became the reasons for the fall,
I leave her for her own cause,
But dear, always count on the stretched hands of mine.
If ever by the venom of those serpents you fall,
As the love of mine will be the anti-venom they can’t sustain,
Still looking at the raising sun in the morning I prayed,
Never ever to give a chance for the anti-venom to be used.

Such were the thoughts of mine when the morning spread,
Breathless, mother nature motionless stood,
When looking at the fading stars I once more prayed,
May this day make her the standing monument of happiness in the world.
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Tattoo On The Soul.

The chisels of nature through winter gnawed,
And brought out the wonders underneath hidden,
The frozen lands, trees and the howling wind,
All by the hands of a mother for us all cleansed.

Birds in the light rhythms of the light breeze sang,
No more wrath old man winter can unleash,
As he in the beauty of Angels stood stunned,
Angels, who brought the light of spring and spread.

Every eye a different eye, seen it all in wonders of mind,
The God given wonders through seasons to seasons moved,
And through time we pass in years measured,
And through time a soul will pass with happiness filled.

Ah’ happiness for the reason of you my dear,
A darling with heart and soul with kindness filled,
A darling whose penance is her compassion to all,
Who erased from my mind anger and envy to all.

Oh’ my soul eternally in happiness will dance,
Happiness to my soul you brought my dear,
You who left a tattoo upon my soul that shown,
The smiling face of yours drawn, with the ink of your love.

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A Serpent With Ten Thousand Heads.

The trails of past like a whip in fire beat,
Ear piercing sounds around the horizons echoed,
In those echoes your voice I heard,
Those curses with my words I earned,
Oh’ I am the one, who sought no forgiveness from you,
I am the one who rejected the kindness offered by you.

Ah’ I am the one, who is blamed for biting,
Those hands in blessings stretched,
Yeah, I have bitten and I will bite,
Like a serpent with ten thousands heads,
Each fang pouring the venom no humans can trace,
Oh’ the jealous kind in the venom will burn.

Those with smiles and praising words will pimp,
You to the paths of addiction and destruction,
And will leave you in the adoration of grief and despair,
Oh’ they will burn and their ashes will vapor away,
As with every bite the venom I pour,
Is the love of mine to you my dear, my queen, my darling.

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Blessed Touch.

Blessed Touch.

The stream singing in the rhythm of my heart flown,
Then weather grown colder and colder and froze,
Once you touched the water and all melted,
You are the one with the healing hands, the blessed hands.

Roads like dark serpents ran under into past,
The vagabond walked, ran and alas fell,
Invisible dead end in no way one can unblock,
Come back, O’ Darling, Come back, for one more blessed touch.

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Divine Love

The love of you Oh’ God to nothing else I can compare,
For there is nothing comparable to you Oh’ God,
The errors and the sins of the world and mine you forgive,
And lets us all roll with the minute marble in your view called Earth,
Microscopic in the universe, knowing only through five senses known,
Pride and arrogance of ours you let pass,
For peace of mind in humility before you I surrender,
Oh’ the love for you Oh’ God to nothing else I can compare.

Fading Face

At least for the last 4 years I betrayed the world, writing things I said are fiction as every word meant my feelings to only one person. In the end fiction remains there are no facts. Mirages have all faded away poetry has no value other than the value of the moving sand domes in a desert. I can go no further from here on. I tried to drag myself out of the quick sand. Poet drowned. The man got only the Loneliness. So here I lay down my pen. The age of the LonelyPoet is over. I cannot say I did not enjoyed it. The most enjoyable part of my life was the last 20 years. But the more I try to get out of the quick sand the more the man was getting hooked to the poet and I need to save the man. The pleasure was amazing the pain of parting undeniably unbearable.
Here I lay down my pen. All those who enjoyed my works I know I served you well. All those who complimented my unorthodox style of writing. I owe you more than life. Those who thought I am not worth reading at all gave me the best lessons. To all of you, May God Smile Upon You All Always.

The Signature Of A True Human Is The Smile He/She Brings On The Face Of Others.

Gone By Days.

Gone By Days.
The golden feathers of a bird in the spring sunshine glittered, Oh’ upon her soft feathers wind glided, Alone she rested and in thoughts maybe, About the flight when summer warmth in air dance, And in the cold morning of the fall fly, Through the falling leaves low, The ones once were green and large and gave, Shelter and cover from mother nature’s wrath. Then about the migration paths to find, Leaving the howling winds and the piercing frost , When to the southern thin and warm air fly, But nothing down south can comfort, Like the big green leaf’s touch, When the piercing sun rays of the late summer noon binds, When rain down comes and upon the leaf and splash,  And under it when with soaked feathers sit, With nudging little ones for cover squeaking, Yet another season unfolding, Yet another set of events to come, So much dynamism, So much fascination, Yet, results of events and actions, Same as gone