The Power Within
July 11, 2008
The Power Within
Surrounded by the contradictions,
The charisma of life with spread out wings,
Oh’ passions sprouted in countless emotions felt,
And how many wonderful ways imaginations flown,
Upon those color filled spread out wings.
Deep inside every mind lives,
The pain and yearning of the unachieved,
Be it the dream of love,
Be it the fulfillment of a dream,
Be it the dynamics of everyday life,
Pain indeed is the part of every path.
Through those paths when one walk,
There indeed are hundreds of hurdles to pass,
Choice of life in front of everyone comes,
In the ways those hurdles one pass.
Some around those hurdles, face down fell,
Some at the first one, perplexed stand,
There are those who look for shortcuts,
There are those who look way ahead,
Then there are those who try to go ahead,
With their faces to some long gone past turned.
In all those minds one feeling in common found,
Fear, with the face of a monster unseen reigns,
In those fear like candles in a cathedral melts,
Life of many in meaningless chaos.
Oh’ they don’t understand at all,
Embedded in those fears is the power to quell,
The power inside the mind bestowed,
The power to solve every puzzle of life,
The power of mind in strength of faith and belief grown,
A power most seldom seeks,
The power that fertile the graveyards weeds,
Wasted mostly as feelings of youthful charms.
Mankind indeed are the wisest kind,
Mankind indeed are the best of all creations,
Mankind indeed were given the powers of all kinds,
Still many in depression of mind locks life,
And takes the meanings of their life as dust,
Dust from where their material being created.
Remembering “The Star”.
July 11, 2008
Okay, I first thought I will do two posts to tell you all something. Nope there will be three posts. A little suspense is good isn’t it? Here is the second poem. The whole poem is not mine from the title itself one can understand that. I used four lines of a very familiar poem to the this poem. What interested me is none tried to really figure out what I am going to do. Well, now I can clearly say, “who the hell cares about me anyway” someone I thought cared, didn’t even cared to say a word. mmm, it is a busy world out there aha.
A hundred full moons I have seen,
A thousand nights the stars I’ve watched,
Those tiny blinking lights far far away,
Brings to mind peace and tranquility,
Even when in chaotic violence they burn.
Oh’ those days and nights I pushed,
Learning a truth step by step,
A world without boundary divided,
Bye crooked politicians and fanatics,
Oh’ none can lock dreams in chains and ball,
None can draw lines God don’t see.
On an evening when sun drowned into sea,
Mind said its time to go,
I followed no dream, I followed none,
Still I reached where mind found its peace.
Deep inside still some feelings in unrest rocked,
For which no meaning my wisdom can find,
What left unfinished my material brain can’t find,
Even when chaos and mistakes followed on and on,
From far away many looked at a peaceful smile,
And in my mind echoed a quartet in rhymes I’ve heard,
When imaginations where only sprouting like,
The blossoms in the early spring,
“Twinkle, Twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the worlds so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.”.
This is my picture standing above my home in India. The terrace that’s seen behind me was where I used to sit in the night with a two and half inch telescope to look at stars. It was not a big one still that’s all I could get my hands on….
Days In Shadows
July 11, 2008
Searching for footprints of my own mistakes.
Searching for footprints of my shadows.
I don’t lie. I am too old for that. But I don’t really speak directly that’s how I became a poet… hehehe. Here is my picture and a poem. Some knows what I mean, others try to figure out what is going on.
In Search For A Footprint.
Through lost ways gathered,
Time as brutal past enshrined,
Blurring the offenses of those days,
Smiles of irony enchants upon face.
Whispers of love only in illusions lived,
Reality never birthed even in life filled,
With negative charms of some unknown curse,
Leaving questions inside mind,
“Why did I birthed and in every breath love her?”
The meaning of love O searched and searched,
In the light of love, in the enshrined past,
Shadows that kept in dark those feelings,
All gone leaving no footprints behind.
The feeling of love O they consumed mind,
The light from the soul in every corner filled,
Oh’ so bright became the light of love,
Leaving every sense blinded by the glow.
Every step taken with all senses shut,
They all in the wrong of life ended,
And the light of love faded in the dark,
Darkness of feelings of love unacknowledged.
All ways ahead O dead ends they all are,
Only ways to the roots known in depths of past,
Maybe in the deserted ways may find,
A footprint or two of mistakes of oneself,
From where will come back paving ways,
Ways ahead in search of a happy day.
Advice To A Lost Lover
July 11, 2008
Heading towards a weekend. At times here in this site and in lonelypoet.org I have said many times, what process through which I take and event and expand that event to an idea and write about it. The process remain same no matter what different ways I put it. Sometime the whole process may take about 10 min. Sometime it may take a week or two. There was one time it took nearly 10 years. Life in two different countries, 3 relationships in between, 3 major deaths in the family. Still I held on to that one idea. That’s the first suggestion I can give to a young writer. Consistency and the persistence on being unique. The one reason I stayed in Xanga is there are many young writers who show that amazing talent of expression through words. It is the most difficult art form. As many are young and naive they just don’t know the treasure they are sitting upon. When I said treasure I didn’t mean that one is sitting on top a pot of Gold or money. Poetry is not valued in money and in fact there is little or no money one can earn writing poetry. Money is for the brain and actions generated out of brain. Poetry is from the heart, to the heart, so it is the spiritual enhancement that it brings. With that one can perfect a lot of the brainy works. Said that… it may only take a simple phrase one here or sight one see that triggers the whole process, so in a way, a material connection is always there. It then goes through the spiritual side. Not a lot of writers these days really understand the difference between an action and its spiritual side. For most of the people it is and bound together. To become a poet the first and foremost thing to achieve is to differentiate between the two. Talent alone won’t make one a poet, knowledge alone won’t make one a poet either. Knowledge is the action, it can be learned. Talent is the spiritual side of it and it need to be blend with the action at the right amount. That one can only earn by practice. A poet should write everyday. Even if what is written don’t make sense he/she should write. Because when God gave you that talent God meant something with it and you don’t want to disappoint God by denying it.
Here is a simple example of taking an event from life. When I said life I cannot clearly say it is absolutely real. Because from the time after this poem is written things have changed. I thought of not posting this poem here ever. What I want to show is, how to treat an event from a poetic perspective. The situation was I didn’t heard from someone for sometime. I thought that person is gone-a-gone. Just a thought what that person may get if that person comes back. Okay that triggered the process. I wrote it last weekend. Along with the previous. But during the course of this week, that person came back. So the reality of the context does not exists. So I thought this will be a good way to show how to take a little idea and blow it as big as possible, taking simple words and images from reality itself.
Tides came and gone with the moon,
Still echoed the roar of the sea,
More inside the mind and mind swooned,
Opened eyes watched memories in the swollen waves flee.
Oh’ the memories of the liar in me,
The one in whispers lied and lied ,
That the love I felt for you was an unreal plea,
Of mind in beauty and charms bide.
Why ye left love to the monstrous dark?
Tightening chains, mind from inside bound,
The flow of the world making thoughts stark,
Leaving love in soul an un-healable wound.
Step back in time, the healer ever forgiving,
Back at those sunny spring and summer days look,
Days and nights spent in ones own soul rediscovering,
In each other’s mind from where love we took.
Now each other we both lost,
In distant deserts where spring never blooms,
Only mirages we both see of each other’s paths we crossed,
And the paths ahead filled with mists of gloom.
Come back, O dear, come back, with smile so bright,
The love ye sought in fulfillment still in this heart reigns,
In the blinding dark give a lost soul love filled sight,
And enlighten your own soul from loveless pain.
Come back and the looming silence you break,
From a heart that dwells in the realm of gloom,
And in your silence forever ache,
And will wait even beyond the day of doom.
Now here is something I am starting to work on…. maybe some of you can also work with this. “Stepdad’s crimes, his authority, his passion, his vigilance. The mother’s helplessness, Their love, the mother’s love… the chaos of all in everyday life. The heart so frozen with every given day gone by. Freedom from it all an oasis far far away.” This is how I make an idea. I got this idea during writing a comment for another post. As I haven’t dealt with a step dad or step mom situation I really have dig deep into my imagination to write this. Some of you who have dealt with such situation will be able to express this idea more realistically. Let me know so that we can compare the works.
Have a great weekend.
Fly high through the valleys like a brave skylark,
And view from heights all the land across,
From valley to beach all the way we walked,
From the vaults of time one more day borrowed.
Age away oh truthful heart
Living the fulfillment of dreams unseen,
Age away in grace playing your part,
In this lonely act that turns mean.
Fire spitting dragon on your right hands,
Stepdad’s crimes, his authority, his passion, his vigilance. The mother’s helplessness, Their love, the mother’s love… the chaos of all in everyday life. The heart so frozen with every given day gone by. Freedom from it all an oasis far far away.
Theory Of Failure
July 11, 2008
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
July 11, 2008
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.
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.
July 11, 2008
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.
The Howling Wolves.
July 11, 2008
The howl of a wolf from far I hear,
The cunning darkness those howls break,
From them in fear I always run,
A fear that grown thin every day.
Upon our own kind we step,
And as if unknown away we walk,
Emotions are by products of senses,
And to express them Oh’ we forgot.
Another kind of emotions we have,
Far beyond sense can comprehend,
Oh’ my love for you fades,
In those emotions none can ever understand.
When mind in earthly atmosphere suffocates,
The flames of fire of unknown origin consumes,
What left of a that still beats,
Beats in rhyme with your heart.
Curse those who made these cages,unseen,
Curse those who fabricated binding rules,
Curse those who drawn unseen lines,
Curse those who can never stop this bleeding.
The howl of many wolves from near I hear,
They are growing in numbers every day,
They will find me and eat me one day,
Oh’ they will kill and eat in thankfulness,
Than those who in fake love consumes a lifetime.
Lost In One Ways
July 11, 2008
I felt lost when I thought about many things. This poem is a by-product of those thoughts. I really don’t know how many will truly understand this. I know one will.
Upon the roads like worms moved,
The never ending traffic through the city.
Songs of the feelings of spring,
The blazing heat of summer sun,
The cold of the monstrous winters,
The death of the breezy autumn all blown,
Overhead many many times passed,
Still the ways I passed Oh’ all of them,
And the many, many turns I took,
One ways wherever I went,
Every effort to face the traffic in futile remained.
None in front came but from way behind faded,
And some turns took me to traffic that faced me,
Some of those who faced me took other turns,
Some where eighteen wheelers from which I ran,
Most just stayed stunned with dark wind-shields.
Like a mad dog through those one ways I walked,
Wondering why am I lost in the city well known,
Oh’ looks like the city changed a lot and I did not,
All goes through one ways ahead always I am,
Why my mind can’t figure out roads in younger years passed,
Through most roads in repetition again and again gone,
With the feeling of the springs music inside cherished,
The reality of that feeling dancing far, far away,
And never will I reach a two way road to that reality,
As forever in these winding roads lost I am.
Tears Of Love.
July 11, 2008
Have a great weekend.
The season filled the days with flowers,
Then the season filled the night with stars,
They all fought and the battle they lost,
As the glow of your love upon my heart you left.
Gone, gone are the days,
The days that defined the future ways,
Love filled will be the life,
When purity of love you leave upon every living,
And blessed the world will be in your smiles.
Such were the words he wrote to get to her,
Those campus days of uncertainty,
Romance was a race to win for her,
And they lived together with doubts deep in mind,
The meaning of love only through material life known,
Nothing about each other they both known.
Where life will take he knew not,
And many feelings inside him he buried,
Hand in hand they walked in front of the world,
Yet heart at each other never really smiled.
The busy work life grabbed them next,
And further and further they both went,
Under one roof they have slept,
Yet found no reason to grow in each other,
And discontent about her in him grown.
Business trip took him away into busy city life,
And as the day died around him, at dinner he met,
The charms of a beauty filled with venomous lust,
Her talks and ways amused him in intoxication,
And with her back to her place he went.
Through her drunken mockery she told,
To forget the past and never think about the future,
And live the moment in the joy of her,
Through his veins long lost verses came to him,
Verses in the days that defined future ways.
Left her without another word or touch,
As every doubt about everything he felt,
And reached back home to a girl he thought,
Who don’t know how to love him beyond herself.
About the dinner and the aftermath to her he told,
Without a word she stood hearing all that he told,
What went through her mind he knew not,
But in a sudden move the six iron from his golf bag she took,
Her swing was good as right on his butts she hit,
That left him on the floor in severe pain.
Biting lips and with closed eyes upon his knees he sat,
Seeing stars in the dark of his eyelids closed ,
Then upon his forehead the warmth of her lips he felt,
The kiss that surprised him in every way.
Tried to open his eyes but he could not,
As no more pain he felt but a feeling in his chest,
The first ever feeling he felt when upon her eyes he first looked,
He sat there not knowing anything about what he felt,
Then upon his nose fell a drop of tear,
Just a drop of tear that told him how much she loved.
