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?”

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.

A Riddle And Waiting Beauty

Here is a riddle.

I am lazy these days, as I am waiting for something. It is pretty much waiting I can do. So other than waiting I cannot do much. These days I use my Treo as a modem to connect to the internet using PDA.Net. As I am waiting for phone calls daytime, during daytime I don’t connect to the net at all. Night also I am not much on the net except for some quick visits to blog sites like Xanga, Facebook, Myspace and emails I cannot access using Treo. During the waiting the following poem kinda got into me. In the end I looked at a photograph to really understand the beauty to finish the poem. Which photograph?? Aha… the answer goes into my vault of secrets which only love can open.hehehe. Now whoever knows me very well should look back, way back after reading the words of this poem carefully, then they will understand what picture I looked at…

Enjoy.

Waiting Beauty.

About the childhood days a lullaby she wrote,
And forgot every word of that well rhymed verse,
About the adolescent days a ballad she wrote,
And let world around her fall in love with love.

All the gone by days and years as a monument stood,
Of a life from the roughest thoughts polished,
As a gem of the precious nature,
Shedding light into even the darkest minds.

A narrative about the lifetime ahead she must write,
Alone in this world she never will be,
As she know what loneliness means,
Alone she never will leave, any loving heart, in pain.

And with every moment of the rest of her life,
A monument of love, compassion and joy she will build,
Everyone through her sense passed,
As heavenly blessings through their life will cherish.

Beautiful she is and the beauty inside her out glows,
The beauty mankind ever seen,
And that beauty in the perfection of life celebrates,
And that beauty in the imperfection of life weeps.

A beauty in all perfection for the woman in her waits,
As world around her in hopes and wishes gathers,
To celebrate the love and compassion of the blessing,
That comes from the life of a wonderful woman.

Theory Of Failure

Theory Of Failure.

The mind of an adolescent with dreams filled,
And step by step to the worldly cravings left,
Follow the dream the world together yelled,
Followed the dreams, focused step by step.

The screams of the world never changed,
Those exploiters who made one look good,
Those feelings that made one feel great,
All of them just day traders who faded,
After a moments pleasure that one freely gave.

Adolescent and teen years fallen away,
Like leaves in the season of fall,
When faced the bare naked world of reality,
Unbearable the pain, as life became,
An unknown game of poker against wicked fate.

In the perplexed passions emotions froze,
The youthful years by the unfelt love torn.
Whenever eyes in despair closed,
Nothing of this world in mind’s eyes saw,
All felt were layers of sky blocking,
Some unknown reality one always failed to see.

After outliving the youthful years life took,
A backward turn as all the paths passed,
Through the roads of time from birth,
None meaningfully defined any roads ahead.

The charms of youth lingered,
Everything grown, yet another step,
Upon the failed past that never held,
Life built with sweat and blood,
Upon a castle drawn in the air.

Unpredictable the future always was,
Undefined were the results of dreams,
Uncouth were those who filled in roles,
But the drama that repeated with different people,
Oh’ always ended in failures of a bubbled up mind.

Mind bound to unnatural dreams,
The never ending chase after deadlines unrealistic,
The lovely faces upon which trusted the purity of love,
And excuses invented, justifying those who rejected,
Belief that makes one yearn for perfect and purest,
While looking at others for ones own success.

For the mirages of life never written in ones life,
Looking way above to those faked smiles,
Wanting and wishing for life of someone else,
Blaming everything alive or some unknown fate,
When all those faded away as illusions incomprehensible,

Even then dragging on and on leaving life,

Into surprises guessed and miracles expected,

Oh’ they all lead to failures of a kind unimaginable.

The Riven Riff

In the heights of frustration a strength will come from within that makes one accept reality. When it repeats the force grows more and more. In one of those repetitions I decided to write a poem which I named “Theory Of Failure”. Well that went well, one week and 7 hours later the Theory was formed. Now to all the newcomers to this site. I have a habit of over writing. That’s not the right way to say it. I keep on writing and writing and writing to get an idea work in my mind. During that time I speak aloud and walk around, kiss my own hands, play guitar badly(I never played guitar in a good way). It is a chaos. Most of these over writing just goes to trash. Sometime they may make sense. Here is what came out during the writing of “Theory Of Failure” interestingly the Theory did not rhymed and this one did. “Theory” right now is sitting in my google docs I may make some more changes here and there and you will see it on Wednesday.

The Riven Riff.

Charm of blistering youth blazed,
Making every moment glorious,
The moment lived erased,
In a forgotten past sung melodious.

The mindset changed again and again,
Silly emotions in depths of mind left,
Blisters unknown that intermittently pained,
And depression in silence grown heft.

A lot have been known,
Still the pathos of the forgotten past lingered,
A lot left to unknown,
And in sadness and disappointment mind angered.

The fire in the mind to every corner grown,
The force within in every way charged,
Boiled blood through baked veins flown,
And every sense in the chaos of mind enlarged.

Years stacked to decade
And decades stacked to a lifetime,
The body through time fade,
A wrinkled up mass of skin way past its prime.

Into one hand of time and one hand of fate slip,
From the completeness of a lifetime filled,
In arrogance, gladness, anger all gripped,
Yet, disappointment through every senses spilled.

All that in reality, fantasy and spirituality attained,
All came with reason forced from within skillfully,
As the memory of the reason from within reigned,
The mangled mind in glory of emotions shined willfully.

That face, that mind, those dancing scenes, the musical notes,
Those unrhymed verses that rhymed in feelings given,
Oh’ within the soul they all will always float,
Though, rest of the lifetime in the riff of that soul riven.

Pain Of A Blessing.

Someone asked me in my myspace site is there anything new, I said “Nothing new” yes there is nothing new. So I just wrote something I thought I will first post there. There is hardly anyone who knows that I have a myspace account. There are some. Even they did not showed up there. hehehe. On Monday April 28, 2008 I posted the following poem there.

Pain Of A Blessing.

Through the dark paths gladness left,
As the blessing mind forgot the gone by days
Leaving feelings of a dagger piercing,
Deep into spine, where pain never felt,
As sadness, fear, and anger in disappointment drowned.

Not felt the known feelings of love,
Not felt the unknown feelings of your touch,
There is a hunger inside that depicts,
The truth of of the yearnings of unknowns,
And it all takes your face from this day.

Oh’ followed the dreams I thought ageless,
When through every root of hairs on me,
Pain of passions lost clutched and squeezed,
And the many times bloodless I fell,
Where none stood to lend a hand,
New dreams were formed and lifted,
Back on to legs and I ran and ran and ran,
After all those that came through senses,
Now I know not what a true dream is,
As all that I followed were curses humanity left.

A bleeding heart in my hand youth left,
And it will bleed rest of a lifetime I will live,
As what I was shown will shine bright,
Filling more blood in my already stretched veins,
And never I will free my mind off you,
And never will I live a day without the memory,
Of a blessing in the youthful days known,
A blessing spelled by you,
A blessing which is you.

Never will I bow before another human,
Never will I bury the truth of myself,
May it be that a synonym of failure I become,
May it be that the face of nightmares I become,
But through it all I still will remember,
The blessing you are and you were.