More Soon

Hello Everyone
Towards the end of the year…things always slow down a lot for me. The beginning of the year is the same too. So as far as new poems are concerned I am slower than normal. I will bring more poems from PoetryBox soon.

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Rhythms Of And Unchoreographed Dance.

Hello Everyone,
Its been a while since I updated this site. That doesn’t mean I don’t write at all. I write a lot. But I thought what should be added here must be worth adding. Of course all are worth adding. I just ignored my own site. Well not anymore. I will bring poems from my blogsite to here and the videos associated with the poem. Here is the latest one. Enjoy.

A Lesson From Each Other.

The Northern wind took the hands of summer and sung,
A song that reflected the feeling summer left,
In the heart and soul of every living being,
In the warmth and the leaving light I looked,
And dipped the quill into my own soul and wrote.

The colors left and the drizzles moved,
The clouds vaporized for sun to show a smiling face,
For many who saw life and the time given materially,
It’s just another day when you came, with warmth all around.

The sun spread his wild wide wings,
And pushed dawn and dusk for more daylight time,
Oh’ the warmth of the sun stood by and watched,
The warmth of love you left in my heart spread.

The light of the sun float around and kissed,
Every corner of your face and reflected into my soul.
The stars in the summer nights danced,
Leaving joy of love of each other in our hearts.

Now the Northern winds sing again and again,
An anthem of love we feel now and forever will feel,
As souls of ours together stands and wave goodbye,
To the warmth, golden twilight and longer days,
As we learned to confine in the love of each other.

The Loser’s Words.

Once upon a time a silly thought in my mind I felt,
And then like a goldsmith that thought I melted,
Then like that precious metal the thought I molded.

Through days and nights, spring and fall,
Summer and winter, wandered and wandered,
Like a blind man in the middle of desert,
The thought melted and molded, again and again.

Drove through dark paths, fought through bad luck,
Time became transparent for that precious wonderful thought,
Beyond the veils of mind when feelings opened mind,
Oh’ reality blown up all the fallen leaves.

Silence loomed all around, though wind with a heavy hand punched,
The burning fires grew stronger, the ever watchful owl moaned,
Venomous serpents passed by with hunger and fear,
Oh’ life without the thought a nightmare become.

Not so far, yet not so near you are,
The brightest eyes I know sprouting the glow,
Of a wonderful soul I know and feel in every breath.
But every step I put forward swept you further and further.

Now no more I can move as too far you are,
And the ways, too cumbersome to crawl,
Though I fell losing all hopes I know,
One day time into your soul will whisper,
The words of love I kept in my mind to tell.

Scattered Ruins

Scattered Ruins

The wind move the sands on the shore,
As slowly picked up a little shovel found,
Dug deep to find wet sand and with it built,
A little castle from impressions in mind,
Impressions left when a dream I saw,
A dream seen bit by bit everyday,
And years of passion filled love it gave,
Oh what a wonderful structure the castle took.

Poured along are the colors, the grassy meadows,
The fields of scent giving blossoms,
All filled around a castle that kept the feelings,
Feeling of a life time of love and love beyond life.

The waves stronger and stronger crashed,
With the wind from the East blowing,
And silence deep in the waves buried,
As the sea to every mind spoke,
None knows what the meaning of every bubble blown,
And none knows the wrath with which she broke,
Every sandcastle built by innocent hearts,
And at them, dead fish and rotten algae she threw,
As if to show her dislikes, from the darkest depths,
Maybe to say a sandcastle was built to break,
As nothing can bind it all together.

As in meditative walks with every ounce of energy tries,
To forget, to forgive oneself and to live in empty shell,
Every time I close my eyes I see,
The scattered ruins of a castle washing away.

Not Yet

The poet never lies during Ramadan. Daytime fasting, nighttime praying, life is going well these days and I have no complaints about it at all. Well as I cannot tell a lie or write a lie or look at women in a bad way most of my usual entertainments are out. Hehehe… Yes, this one month no entertainments. So I posted some picture blogs. Lot of people viewed it and left, some left comments. Well I did not sleep last night, so, as sleep is consuming my mind, I told myself, I must write, write something from my life. Something that is real in all its content. Nothing fabricated in the mind based on real events. So I took an event from my own life that happened at about nine and half years back. It took about 18 minutes for me to write this into the computer. So let me know if any corrections can be made. Poets who write poetry, poets who wrote poetry and abandoned it, poets who are thinking of writing poetry… come on tell if I am wrong. If I did a great job with a sleepy mind…. Then I must be sleepy all the time hehehe

Enjoy.

Not Yet

The morning commutes made life dizzy,
Everyday ate brownies and drank sweet tea,
In the traffic that moved slow and kept us all hostages,
And time took a leap and made one feel,
Watches are running faster than normal.

Late the day started as beautiful dreams made me,
Throw the alarm radio under the bed,
All the time the lazy bones took to dress up and start
On the highway slow moving traffic I expected,
But late I am and none was there to keep me slow.

Put on my favorite songs and upon the pedal I stood,
Sixty I saw in seconds, eighty I saw in minutes,
Never felt the speed as along a song I sang and rocked,
Not knowing what went behind me on that Indiana highway.

On the left most lane I paced and suddenly noticed,
A white car coming in the next lane and getting into lane,
Looked at the mirror and saw a sixteen wheeler closing by,
Microseconds passed as a decision I made.

Take the car out of the road onto the shoulder,
I turned the wheel but the white car was too close,
And to avoid a crash instinct made me brake.

My car to the shoulder turned but never stopped,
Took a turn to the left and turning I saw,
The side of the huge truck passing by,
Lost all control of the car as it turned and turned,
Another pick up truck I saw passing by and I missed,
The fourth turn took me close to another car,
On the rightmost lane but I missed her too,
And out on the right shoulder it reached and my car stopped.

Three times in a matter of seconds I saw death in front,
Breathless I sat in the car for many, many minutes,
Then when I started the car to get back to the road,
Then somewhere in my mind I heard, “Not Yet”

Wrong Paths And Blames

Wrong Paths And Blames

The golden hair covering her left eye,
and moves to the exhaling breath,
Looked through the vale of her blowing kisses,
holding on to the fake pearl necklace,
Touching her naked body all over,
Dancing to the tunes someone else wrote,
Falling into a fate she never hoped,
Intoxication from whiskey dissolved,
Into her eyes filled with lust,
Invitation to share that lust,
And passions that runs through nerves,
And to her from the depths of my heart I asked,
“Can I have a little innocence of yours, if any remains in you?”

The wind blew and the green branches danced,
Like a ballerina when tunes of summer birds filled,
And through the lake banks I walked and walked,
Mind in meditation calmed and sun far away faded,
How long can one walk as a reality like a curse follows,
And to the wind with a tone of aggression I asked,
“Why you come back again and again to leave,
Once more, leaving mind in pain?”

The whole nature paused as if facing a stupid question,
The water calmed, the wind left, the birds fast asleep,
Then from the depth of my soul conscience took a feeling,
And asked me with a tone of sadness,
“Why did you left someone you love so much,
And through wrong paths walk,
And in anger blames everything else but you?”

Angelic Blessings.

Angelic Blessings.

The golden rays of sun left no mystery,
As darkness with a feel of guilt arrived,
Triumphant winners took it all and slept,
Losers licked their wounds and thought in pain,
Many for the image of the morrows begged,
Still known is only the past, that limped away.

Some stars opened their shutters,
A little bit of light from far away thrown,
Like glow worms flickered and in slow motion moved,
The guilt of the night left and more beauty seen,
Up way up between heaven and this good old earth.
Oh’ night unraveled beauty, most in sleep never see.

Ah’ what wonderful patterns one can see,
When from the depths of the never ending universe come,
The little glow that to the souls of us speak,
Verses written before all creation,
But the light only in background of darkness flickered.

Through the darkness in silence came,
The morning looking for the reasons to brighten,
Then you opened those wonderful eyes of yours,
Through those eyes shown to the world a wonderful soul
From it took the light and the morning brightened,
And those stars faded leaving,
Angelic blessings upon our love.

The Wreath Of Fire

The Wreath Of Fire.

The glitter from eyes long lost,
Darkness, through blank thoughts danced,
Pain of unknown origin whipped again and again,
The castles built way above than one can see,
All fell apart into the invisible life.

Choices made they bound life like,
A string filled with thorns tight,
Everywhere when to escape tried,
Only more pain came from those unruly monsters,
Who bound and bound a life into shattered mirrors.

Every bit of that mirror reflected,
Every moment spend in consciousness,
Behind it all in clarity can be seen,
The fire of love decorating every moment lived,
Some ended in fire consumed,
Some stayed when fire put out.

Those remained outnumbered those lost,
But when grounded to dust by the binding string,
It itself left an image with wreath of fire ornamented,
For the stupid to laugh once more in mockery of life.

A new collection of poems called ‘Episodes’ will start to appear here soon.

An Unforgotten Face

I think I told this many times before. I am don’t write much in Spring and Summer. I write when the weather is cold. I once even wrote a poem about it. These days, mmm, I can write ten poems a day, as there are a lot of ideas that comes to my mind. But I say, it is too hot to write. hehehe.
I don’t forget promises, I am a man of my words. Hope you all understand what I mean. You will soon see.

Now the poem, there are times when on a given moment you will feel that the whole moment or piece of time is a repetition. I have gone through that many times. Thinking about those times I got the following poem. I wrote it as I thought it is worth writing it.

 

An Unforgotten Face.

A thousand images through the mind passed,
Illusions from real life events weaved,
Ruled the mind with vigor of cold war dictator,
Ah’ as the alternatives in pathetic formulas failed,
Some images to mind came,
Which only in imaginations lived.

Time raced at the face and fell behind,
Into days, months and years gone by forever,
The chaos, the high speed, the sudden breaks,
Into the whirlpool of time all went away,
All a mockery of the given illusion, life,
That grown and spread like the blue sky.

Between time’s magical movement,
And a reality into every moment blended,
Passions, fantasy and fascinations played,
Oh’ reality lost its meanings in time,
And every sense along with it fabricated,
Images of long lost passions that remained.

Amid those images mind in never ending search,
To find that one real face that sprouts memory,
Memory of a happy moment mind always cherished,
But sometime in ones own failures,
And sometime for the happiness of others withdrawn,
Now mind know not which image is real or fantasy.

There is a new direction my mind see, it is worth thinking about it. When imaginations turns to words in mind, You all sure will see those words here.