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?”