Ripples

Blog Post About This Poem

The brush into the depth of paints dipped,
The palette the symbol of mind’s chaos became,
One by one colors mixed and merged on a canvas,
Oh’ the sanctity of the painted known,
When I saw the loved filled eyes of mine,
Perfectly portrayed by her passions.

Silent stayed the light with her image
Bound by the flow of our love
Love that failed to reach our souls
In ripples of the world,
Away and away they sailed.

Haven’t you heard the cry from your heart?
Haven’t you felt the touch of your own soul?
Oh’ how can you hear those cries as lost they are,
In the blabbering of the minds around you,
Who all in ordurous machinations into your ears, screamed.

Oh’ how many veils you may wear?
To hide the love upon your skin glow.
How many times away from my eyes you will look?
To hide from happiness you and I can have,
Then kneel and pray to all doors of heaven to keep our love.

My dear, my dearest the world ah’ just an apparel,
Fight not a demon I never was nor a man of material exploitation.
As, though from far I hear, the whispers of your soul,
A soul that spoke the story of our love that let,
Let the ripples of the world sail away and away and away.

Invisible became the brush that painted,
Colors once bulked the tubes now part of a masterpiece,
The poetry of the poet a million images portrayed,
Ah’ all the verses and colors meant a meaning,
Meaning of a promise like a jasmin fresh bloomed.
Ah’ forget I never will to leave a smile upon your face.

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The Beginning Of The Fail.

Blog Post About This Poem – Read This Before Reading The Poem.

There was a ray that came
Spread by the Sun in the morn,
That touched your eyes to wake
The world around you and I.

Then your soul in reluctance stood,
Spoke no thoughts and shown no dreams
As it rhymed in my shyness to speak my love,
Still a glitter I saw in your winking eyes

The world around us ah’ they frowned
The material senses deep inside growled
The feelings though stronger grown
Stronger strangers injected venom of hate.

The leaves have fallen
The dreams they buried deep
Souls like phantoms wandered
As you told why you can’t like me

A scene of the drama in tragedy ended
Oh’ how many more to be played
How many more roles to be acted
But still our souls in each other will fail

Fail to understand why each other we can’t love.

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20th Anniversary.

On October 28th 1998 from funny nicknames my friends called me and from my manager’s suggestion I made the domain LonelyPoet.Com. I remember adding the first set of poems there took nearly 15 hours figure out making HTML files and uploading it to my servers. At that time I had 20 finished poems. I grew “Much Older” and so came the onslaught of poems. Today is the 20th anniversary after nearly 1000 poems.

More to come.

Time To Fly.

 

The attached image was given by ‘Realistic Poetry’ on Twitter and told to write a short poem. Here is what I wrote.

Time To Fly.

Started with a crawl, ah’ then many hands held,

When fallen wept then shed tears my parental hands wiped,

Many miles away from all wandered,

The vagabond life, learned, lived, enjoyed and cried more.

Everything to the wrath of time with age fell,

Never crawled, never cried but in wheels rolled,

Now time beyond senses passed by,

No need to crawl, no wheels needed, time to fly.