Home Of The LonelyPoet

A Serpent With Ten Thousand Heads.

lonelypoet — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 04:16:46 +0000

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.

Blessed Touch.

lonelypoet — Sat, 10 Sep 2011 12:44:31 +0000

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.

Divine Love

lonelypoet — Wed, 31 Aug 2011 13:34:19 +0000

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

lonelypoet — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 01:54:16 +0000

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.

lonelypoet — Mon, 17 May 2010 15:21:04 +0000

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

The Fire Starters.

lonelypoet — Thu, 13 May 2010 00:32:16 +0000

The Fire Starters.
The wild fires through the jungle flared,
As everything on the ground flames consumed,
Further and further to the edges flames came,
And then deeper and deeper flames went.

The darkness of nights none can see,
Over the mountains and through the valley,
The flames took its Olympian run,
The wind in all directions took the flame.

Burning through all living, burning down all that stood gray,
Big and small, colored and colorless, the flames consumed,
And the monster smokes like giants in the dark, danced,
Through the air, covering even the noon time sun.

Winds first like an old witch near a pyre blown,
Then the warmth of the fires made winds on its own,
Through the jungles like veins in a body the fires grown,
Ashes and dusts through air to far away lands flown.

The flames through all corners of jungle passed,
And every ways in ashes erased,
Oh’ what wonders once in depths stood,
Now in warm winds from all sides came, all around flown.

The ones though with unclear minds started the fire,
Not knowing how fast and fiery the fire can move,
Now none knows what through their minds passed,
As paths to each other in their own fires erased.

A hope among the ashes and dust up in the air flown,
That as prayers all through the charred trees echoed,
All the green the flames in fury burned,
Will fertilize the lands into new born growth.

The sun from the horizons left, leaving night victorious,
The flames maybe gone and the winds upon the mounts rested,
The valley still bright in some unknown light laid,
And through every paths known and unknown the light spread.

The light guided the streams back to the valley,
And the prayers answered as new sprouts from ashes arose,
Oh’ flames and heat can burn to ashes all lovely lives,
But the soul of this jungle remains untouched by any flames we know.

The depth of the jungle knows no heat,
Though flames of fires even deeper roots burned,
In the depth only light remained, light that came out of no fire,
That light never will fade even when everything is burned beyond roots.
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Nursery Of Stars.

lonelypoet — Thu, 13 May 2010 00:27:38 +0000

Nursery Of Stars.

It’s a dreamless night I spent,
With a twitch deep in my soul you left,
O narrow is not the mind of mine,
Not to return what painted with your love, you gave.

Tried to be a singer but no music I can write,
To be a painter I tried, but no colors can be seen,
In the light from you eyes came.
Tried to be a hunter of treasures unknown,
To give you in every care from childhood I learned,
Oh no treasure I found upon which my love I can bind.

Oh’ to mother nature I looked and whitest clouds she gathered,
Into it bound the whispers of all my care she merged,
And took it to the place you lived and showered,
Ah’ the umbrella of misunderstandings kept you dry.

The sky is clear but we are far,
Sad thoughts eclipse minds from sights so near,
But deeper in mind still the twitch you left I feel,
Oh’ from mind so fragile but agile still I search,
What to give you, which, with my love I can paint.

As nothing I have for anyone to love,
No colors seen in what for you I painted.
No stars in the day anyone can see,
But fill your mind leaving darkness behind,
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The Essence Of A Lover’s Life.

lonelypoet — Thu, 13 May 2010 00:24:00 +0000

The Essence Of A Lover’s Life.

Sunday came and Sunday left,
He wished the sky were blue and air more warm,
He wished his love where in her arms,
But further and further form him she too left.

Wishes were all good, bad and many were just to be dreamt,
One way or the other from bad to just another dreamer he went,
A mad man talking to himself in the eyes of the world,
As so much about her love to himself he told.

The sleep in love brought the dream,
Then the dream through every corner of life weaved,
A drag net that gathered every bit of life and filled,
Love for her in way humanity unknown.

The wishes were like glaciers moved,
Eyes can’t see, legs can’t feel, no noise heard,
Love indeed is an unseen, unheard, untouched feeling,
Uninvited into him from all around consumed.

Unreal, impossible Oh many words from her he heard,
Mind like horses in a stable back and forth swayed,
As through every means love for her to erase he tried,
Ah’ the pain of the unloved he himself forget to forgive.

All he left, the pain still he felt and to erase he talked,
Talked again and again about all that came and gone,
To a wild world that danced around she too joined,
Unknowing, hearing his talks to erase his pain, to forget all, she too told.

A corner unknown, a way unknown he searched,
To go far, far away, far away from her he decided,
Oh’ then a drop of tear from the page he wrote erased,
The word love he wrote with the essence of his life, filled with her face.

Frozen Seeds.

lonelypoet — Thu, 13 May 2010 00:21:23 +0000

Frozen Seeds.
Buried in the forces of winter so brutal,
You all sleep under the comfort of freeze.
Freeze by the will of nature brought,
And through lands and seas in north, spread.

Remember the beginning of colder months,
When the first leaf through the light cold breeze floated,
And upon the green grass fallen helplessly.
Oh’ the tree in pride at the dead lost leaf, looked.

Then one by one seeds by many means taken,
Some by birds, some by people, many just fell,
And through fires, rains and winds far away went,
Life in a shell kept, in forced sleep.

Are you all dreaming to see the sunlight?
Are you all dreaming to see the blinking stars?
Are you all dreaming to soak in rains of spring?
Are you all dreaming to dance in the summer warmth?

With new leaves, flowers giving sweet honey and fruit,
Are you all dreaming to leave a mark of your own in this world?
Land is old, the air will be new, the winds will come,
With songs sung by birds in far away lands.

What lessons one can learn though not seen,
Thinking about a seed, deep buried,
Though in wonder one can still smile,
As life is same for all creations one know.

A Repenting Lover.

lonelypoet — Thu, 13 May 2010 00:16:23 +0000

A Repenting Lover.

In a night with storms that sway,
Even stars that are far away,
Lightning in rhythms of thunders danced,
And all around the silent lands crashed.

You took hands of night and danced,
And spread the dark all around,
You made pain from every step you laid,
And into a soul whispered, loveless sonnets.

Ah’ why through those paths you ventured,
Why washed away the graffiti that symbolized,
What in the depths of heart felt, and conveyed?
And through a prism looked into dark skies for love?

Owls and bats at the first light back to their nests went,
There is nothing to express pain filled expressions to,
Rain washed away dirt from material existence,
The new born sun dried wet lands faster in kindness.

A thousand times to forgive you I prayed,
And any wrong thoughts from your heart faded away,
In laughs that echoed through the plains I walked,
Then ran as fast as I could from oneself to escape,
As none can shed a tear in forgiveness of my unaccepted love.

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