To Her, Who Turned.

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Sightless stayed the humble unloved eyes,
As the vastness of space and time converged,
Into a show of strength of faith through love,
Oh’, through dreams felt, those unfulfilled dreams.

Voiceless stayed the poet’s verses ah’, love he wrote,
Unfelt remained and love to give he tried, declined,
The aching disappointments turned life into mirages,
Oh’, never-ending desert, loveless space and time.

Touchless stayed the heart of a man who only loved,
Ah’, he thought, when through unfulfilled dreams searched,
The twists and turns of life a synonym of a serpent became,
Oh’, every breath became a brutal tragedy.

She woke or her thoughts caught a beacon,
Somewhere in the depth, one little glow sprouted,
When the verses of pathos he sang she read,
Voices heard, sights gained and a touch wonderfully felt.

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She wandered through the wilderness unknown,
Concrete canyons and crowds so unpleasant,
Alone in the middle of the crowd and a mind whispering,
Verses of a man who finished his learning by loving her.

The long pleasant fields of corn and wheat left behind,
Learning about the most wonderful paradise on earth,
Ah’, no material touched that paradise that left unknown,
Except for the man who whispered her name in every breath.

Through every corner of life, he longed to pass,
In every bit of life lived deep inside he wished,
And from those lived and wished life he weaved,
Stories and poems echoed through her heart.

And her heart, the purest heart he has known,
Oh’, every beat of her heart a prayer,
And through those prayers she became,
The Bridge of light through which life in full, fulfilled,
The Bridge through which he can pass to paradise.

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Love That Sizzles Through Your Veins.

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The first time I cried out loud was on a valentine’s day,
And on every birthday, a portion of my soul felt sad,
Even after thousands of dreams from my soul weaved,
As every day built a new stone of my castle of love for you.

Hurting words and thoughts, Ah’, fear took its fuel to grow,
And that fear wounded deeply the ever-smiling romantic,
Still, a portion of my soul felt glad as I know you remembered me,
And from the soul, a wave pulled my facial muscles to smile better.

We sing, we dance, and we succeed, and we fail, Ah’, life,
The double-edged sword with our own words and actions sharpened.
Didn’t you learn that no matter how far I am, how silent you are,
Love will make you think about me and wish another moment with me?

Gather the scattered ruins and build the castle of your design,
Upon which flag of success will flow in every wind of every season,
That bear witness to a reality that none ever were born to love you better,
Than the poet, lover and the love that sizzles through your veins.

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The Surrender.

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Ah’, one day old age may violently rip me apart,
But about that day every day, I write a new joke,
And make the world laugh and along I laugh too,
Hiding the hidden sadness with pretty smiles.

There are those who say age is just a number,
Like a grammar corrector, I tell them age is history,
A dreamless silence that forever as a constant remains,
In memories, unforgettable, understanding, and unforgiving.

Every bit of those loveless and sad memories slowly filled,
By an everlasting spring with colors and flowers filled,
Though from every flower fell the melting mist like teardrops,
They all reflected the love-filled light of your soul, Little Boss.

And never will I cry in grief for in mind filled the love-filled light,
Of your soul, through known and unknown senses conquered mine

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The Fighter II

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Days started alike, days ended alike, nights darker remained,
Hollow became the dreams that are meant to be fulfilled,
Hard became the breath that keeps the pulse in heart,
And the pulses fought hard to keep the love for you, Little Boss.

You are to me not a castaway who smiled before drowning,
You are to me an essence of a million dreams all growing,
Deep inside of you and I, love that symbolizes the feelings,
Of a millennium of springs, warm, bright, and color filled.

Every bit of creation of God we see holds a life of its own,
Life through experience that became known, many unknown,
You are to me is such an experience of many unknowns,
You are to me a monument of all knowns, Little Boss.

For in the pulse of my heart I feel the fighter who fights,
Every second of the day to repel every other feeling,
Other than the love that through the universe spreads,
That knighted fighter is you my darling, my Little Boss.

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The Fighter

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From birth till this day, very many stories I have heard,
From the day my memory spoke very many stories I told,
Those days never lost colors and into history haven’t fallen,
As the story of the fighter on every day, a word or line mind wrote.

That little fighter for every inch fought, with doubts but still fought,
Every dream well weaved and the fighter fought to fulfill each,
Failures brought mock-filled laughs and the tears held,
With the blood of vengeance tainted but still from world withheld.

Toys, and games, schools and friends, Ah’ fought for everyone,
Nothing filled the mind as an imageless shadow deep in soul grew,
Every time in the mind and soul the fighter felt a deep breath erased,
And the steps for the forward move always to face brought smiles.

College and work came faster than ever imagined,
Even after all that the battle for inches continued,
Held tears many times tore the heart and the shadow felt,
The pain and hid deep in the soul where no man can reach.

I looked in her eyes and I knew the last paragraph of the fighter’s story,
How many more battles she must fight to hold my hands I knew not,
For all I felt was the shadow in her mind found its image upon me,
And withheld tears tainted with blood of unknown vengeance she fought.

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The Torn Veil.

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The times of followed passions and rules by humans made.
Heart beat in tune with the felt love in pulses uncaringly.
Along swayed autumn flowers all set to face mother’s brutality,
As a lost migrating bird with a broken wing sang a sad song.

What dreams he saw the poet wished he could see,
For, in the world of melancholic fashions lost,
The meaning of poetry in his love for her he wrote,
As beyond senses she chirped about dreams unseen.

Mock him not, Oh’, dear as love of him so rarely seen,
And a heart so sweet like yours so rarely by any lover felt,
Such is the connection between two humans linked,
Worlds beyond our imaginations stood in prayers for you two.

Tear away the veil the worldly ways woven between you two,
And through the eyes of love look to see compassion evolve,
Into life and love filled passions that sanctifies life here and hereafter.
Listen to the song of the lost migrating bird and show him a path.

Path you see through the torn veil and the fallen walls,
Path the passed storms cleared for both of you two to walk,
Hand in hand and hearts in care of the God given love for each other,
Live this once given life with shared happiness filled with smiles and joy.

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The Pride Of The Mysterious Master

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Gladness to leave us astray tried,
Ah’, how wonderfully we loved each other to hold,
Each other floating than drown in unbearable pain,
Never will I part a thought without you in it.

Sadness to spread through our unspoken love tried,
And broke our thoughts, words, and sight of each other,
Oh’, you became the reason for all my reasons to breathe,
And every bit of pain drowned with sadness leaving me smiling.

What gathered you together to speak your mind to mine?
Ah’, the unspoken love gained the beauty of your soul and spread,
Into every ray of light of sun and stars and touched the universe,
Look above dear to see the wonderful poetry your love became.

And in pride, I smiled as always in the corner of your mind I was,
The mysterious man whom you loved through my mystic ways,
And the mastery of that mystic made you a better lover and a poet,
Who in hearts of humanity wrote poems of love the moment all saw you.

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Dreams Don’t Expire.

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Silent became the screams as voices from around spoke,
The blatant lies by a world so fashionably told,
The listeners so passionately follow as a fashion,
Ah’, every lie they believed shrunk their souls.

Didn’t I give you a chance to connect and speak?
Didn’t I give you love, from far and up close you felt?
Haven’t you felt the love of the world through me?
Haven’t you, again and again, to disconnect from me failed?

When our love story by the world spoken and heard.
Ah’, laugh they will not be joining you hand in hand,
When love denied and in front of God you kneel,
What kindness can you present to gain salvation?

So abandon not the dream you and I so unknowingly weaved,
For the world is just a road and our bodies a fashionable costume,
Time and space for us, Ah’, an unreasonable monster,
Even shunning them we know our dreams don’t expire.

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The Masked Ghosts

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The haunting winds from west swirling came,
The clashed branches like chariots sounded,
Driving through the air with no direction roamed,
Oh’, what sadness fueled these winds I thought.

Thunders screamed from way above clouds and asked,
“What do you see in the nature that surrounds you?”,
And through lightning I saw the all I knew changed,
And replied I “Change is the only constant.” and laughed.

“Oh’, change now from the past energies that made you sad,
Flames consumed life through flesh and blood for long,
They all became masked ghosts that hide deep inside you,
And that sadness became the fuel of the winds that blowhard.

Fulfill dream through acts of forgiveness, for she is young,
And the only one who loves you beyond her own life.”
Thunders failed not in the screams and flashes that spoke,
About love that hurt me and burned me and in tears bathed me.

The winds have changed, mind calmed down, thunders celebrated,
From far and for reasons unknown smiles kissed my lips adorably,
The morning from east spread through horizons and cleared,
The darkness where those masked ghosts tried to hide.

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