Two Hearts With One Beat.


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Oh’, dusk, read to me the story so incredibly makes,
You beautiful and into every heart, such happiness spreads,
And eats away every sickness from every living mind,
And makes the old young and the young more loving.

Then dusk to me came as the silhouette of a young girl and told,
“Long time back, before time and space united,
God created me as a beautiful girl with all the beauty,
Time and space in their existence shall ever see.”.

I looked at the shape of the young girl and said,
“Imaginations is what you give the world as a blessing,
And to the world, God gave you as a wonderful blessing,
But tell me, dear, how did you become such a color-filled delight?”.

“Ah’, seeing my beauty the Sun and the Moon started a fight,
To earn my love and make me their own and the fight raged,
The moon faded the sun unleashed his wrath and the fight went on,
Many days Sun took away his chariots from moon so nights be dark.

God saw these fight and then intervened and asked me,
“Who do you love more, the Sun or the Moon?”, I replied,
“Both are same to me and I am torn between the love of both,
Oh’, God you are the all-knowing, the mighty, so please help me.”.

God said “Love can be blind and deaf and you add beauty… then deadly,
But dear you said the keyword, Torn, your existence as a human is over,
But your beauty will be visible to the world until the end of times.”.
Silence grew stronger between everything; as for words I searched.

The fading silhouette stretched her hands one last time and said,
“Oh’, poet I hear the loving heartbeat of yours for her,
She sees me too as the twilight and enjoys every bit of me,
But, O’, poet her love and your love in two hearts with the same beat.”.

Darkness hesitated to spread across the horizons as she faded,
The sweating me knows that she took away every bit of my sickness,
Or, is the heartbeat of my darling became the healing,
But gladness spread in my heart as I know my heart beats for her.

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Sitting By The Lake, Smiling.


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The bales of clouds hanging above her shining bright,
In the smiles of the sun setting in the Northwest,
The waves of the lake fought each other to reach her,
As she sat by the lake on a humid summer evening.

Maybe the naughty wind who danced upon her,
Or the coolness from the lake behind her,
Gave a bit of comfort for her to sit down by the lake,
Making nature take a breath of elegance and beauty.

What went through her heart, Oh’, a sacred mystery,
Maybe hopes became the sweetness in that heart,
Or Dreams found a way to manifest in thrilling emotions,
Or maybe thought about a funny remark from the night before.

My mind looked at her and said, “There is love in those eyes.”,
Oh’, I need no magnification to feel that love even in an image,
As art found a new perfection in her images in my mind,
As she sat by that lake smiling, defining new ways of love in me.

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The Speechless Lover.


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All around nature for vibgyor I looked,
The pleasantness warm rain leaves,
For little hearts to see and scream,
Happiness, and the poets to imagine.

Luck seems to have left me for the day,
Then through my mind, I searched,
Those younger days when through rains I ran,
Screaming my happiness out at the sight of a rainbow.

Oh’, those younger days are still alive in memory lanes,
When about who I am and how I should be I learned,
When tongue twisted in front of sweet smiling girls I stood,
Another lesson about romance I learned, never hesitate.

Ah’, after through years I passed and nothing of mine twisted,
As for her query of my intentions, I said “because I like you”,
No hesitation as in my eyes I know love for her filled,
And my heart took a beat and weaved a word of love for her.

Oh’, I never thought the young heart that stood in front,
When rejecting me no hesitation she had shown,
But I saw the same love in my heart I felt for her fill,
For me and nothing more she spoke and away she walked.

When every day through my verses of love for her she heckles,
Oh’, that tongue twisted young man inside me wakes and smiles,
Maybe soon she may learn, love is blind and deaf but wonderfully felt,
A feeling in worldly fears and stereotypes she tries hard to suppress.

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Story Of The Day.


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Twenty First Day Of August – 2019.

The gypsy sang a song in tunes heard not,
Nature danced to his tune as daybreak rolled,
Through the carpet of twilight from east,
To all around horizons bringing a new day of blessings.

As the time of the day found a new way to stretch,
Beyond the phantoms hiding in spaces unknown,
Oh’, mankind knows nothing about spaces in hearts,
Where the naughtiness of time cannot enter and age.

Noon passed into oblivion and the faded summer warmth,
Pressed hard to make a point about seasons,
I felt a silhouette of her holding my face in her arms,
Then I knew dreams entered my sleep in silence.

“Oh’, dream not about questions that were not asked yet”,
I said out loud when I woke up from my snoring nap,
Evening set the horizons for the end of the day drills,
Ah’, in every bit of Sky and Earth I saw, the face of love.

And that face became real when into your eyes I looked.

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Story Of The Day.

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Twentieth Day Of August – 2019.

Gratitude, I wondered what it will do,
Through many paths I traveled and gained,
Knowledge of many kinds and met many people,
The good and bad, Oh’, how hard to balance.

In everything comes a point where I thanked,
God, the reasons God gave me to feel good,
And many times taking me away from danger,
Though to the world a disappointed man I become.

In younger days when through the rain I walked,
Then in youth when through the blazing sun I ran,
In my middle ages when with broken heart tired I stood,
Raised my head and thanked God and the reasons he gave.

In every moment between emotions a balance I searched,
Moments pass, heart in dark beat, logic empty remains,
Light comes when love fills and refills my veins,
Oh’, you are the reason I thank God on this day, Little Boss.

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The Eye Of The Storm.

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Little by little vapors from land and sea gathered,
Currents from under the sea soared with cold,
The air warmed from above in the summer sun,
The wonder of the universe revolved to see another storm.

East to west, north to south, wind like a stalker moved,
Gathered all he can and packed a punch to hit land,
The more he gathered, more prettier the storm became,
And in the middle formed the calm, the eye of the storm.

Creations of God in prayers ran, shelters filled, houses blown,
With twisting arms the storm hit hard, trees fell, seas swelled,
Miracles happened, lives saved, heroes birthed, still, many died,
Then came the eye of the storm, calm peaceful, pleasant.

Prayers answered, arms fell and the storm withered,
Houses, roads and bridges rebuilt and people celebrated,
The unity of humanity, peace and pleasantness returned,
As if the eye of the storm was left for the love of all.

Oh’, my love, the sweetness of my heart, I plead to read,
Even in an image when at your eyes I look my senses unite,
Every emotions from scattered ruins rebuild my love and fill,
With peace and pleasantness like that eye of the storm.

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Faith Of The Silent Lover.


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Why are you forcing to forget the paths,
We both in love for each other must pass,
Even before we have known such paths.
When we should have walked, ah’, we are sailing.

Oh’, sailing in unknown seas with broken masts,
The waves breaking in the falling lightning bolts,
The flooding docks, Oh’, wash away journey maps,
And in your hand, ah’, I see the turning rosary beads.

God will not help the forceful ignorant who discards,
With material excuses that leaves the love filled, helpless,
For, in the love God gave us we must learn to worship him,
Or the rosary will shatter into more pieces than the heart you broke.

Oh,’ sweetness, sweet is the faith of every living,
Fall not as a victim of the masquerading devilish thoughts,
For God never sits in the altars or domes of the worshiping palaces,
God may give a feeling of himself in the touch of love we may share.

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Story Of The Day.


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Ninth Day Of August – 2019.

The northern wind found a way around the summer heat,
Oh’, the season of fall blown her horns shivering leaves,
The wave of cool came but summer in stubbornness protested,
All these gave mind reasons to think inward while looking outward.

Where is the new path O’, morning where will you find light,
The coming day feel like a strange time away from which I stand,
The shattered dream into the dark of the night faded,
And the day bloomed beyond imagination into a new reality.

The golden rays of the evening sun caressed by cheeks,
And woke me to learn how dreadful a dreamless sleep can be,
Night sat all around me to listen to the stories in my soliloquy,
Oh’, night, only tragedies fills my mind with you this time.

As loveless sadness wiped my inner tears,
I saw the darkest part of night in the east stabbed,
And breaking through was a ray of light that made me think,
Is that the ray of hope, of love, of dreams to be weaved in smiles.

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The Pulse Of Happiness.


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The river flowed from the mountains and came down,
As if heaven were above the mountains where angels pray,
Oh’, darkness of nights took a deep dent around the river,
Where when looked gives the faithful a feeling of hope.

Trees touched the horizons and in winds waved,
At the clouds that let the morning twilight to linger,
Who all wiped their tears in the happiness of the daybreak,
Or in the fading beauty of the departing twilights I know not.

Through the narrow ways with the dancing winds trekked,
And heartbeat with the falling footsteps synched,
As into every heartbeat the rhythm of life shaped,
A ray of light originated from the depth of soul.

In that ray held hopes and hopes on hopes,
From the past to the present that stretch to future,
Hopes little by little accumulated with thoughts about her,
Who gave reasons for time and space to bend and bring,

The forgotten pulse of my youth and the pulse unheard,
And the future pulse together we will hear in echoes,
Filled with life of ours and from us will sprout,
Oh’, bring to this time and space a pulse of happiness.

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Story Of The Day.

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Seventh Day Of August – 2019.

Grow in the dark O’ Dream grow,
For the night and the dark is,
Far greater than the day and light,
When angels and fairies raise in prayers.

In the depths of the dark of night shines,
Millions of suns, though far away they are,
Oh’, through them ray by ray twinkling comes,
The shape and essence of every dream.

The morning dragged mind into reality,
Ah’, no matter how brutal life becomes,
In the fantastic turn through time and space,
The dream driven reality intoxicates the soul.

Through the good of love in soul,
Love through experience divine taught,
Love when into the eyes of mother first looked felt,
Love inside soul weaved and always fought.

Love in through the growth of every cell of mine grew,
Oh’, the union of my mind, soul and body defined,
Every creation of this time and space, Oh’, refined,
My love for her who fills my soul, my LIttle Boss.

Afternoon woke me from the boredom of noon,
And through thoughts about long gone past I searched,
And in each of those thoughts and memories I placed,
The love that shapes the beat of my heart, Little Boss.

Oh’, those rediscovered memories brightened and redefined,
And every bit of those wonderful memories taught,
How step by step through good and rough times life led,
Me to love and in fulfillment of my love, Little Boss.

The creepy approach of the night I didn’t feel,
As senses brightened from thoughts about her,
Oh’, as sleep approached through night I know,
Senses are uniting for another weaving of a dream.

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