May 18, 2012
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.
“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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September 10, 2011
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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August 31, 2011
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.
April 27, 2011
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.