This is the first time I am posting two poems of this size in one post. As it is a weekend… take your time and read…

Not a lot of bloging these days or writing going on. I got caught up with many things. Nothing wild just surviving. I once in a while watch election related news. Then check my portfolio where most of the share I bought now has less than a dollar value. hehehe. I am the wisest failure in stocks too.  Well there are people upon whom the economy have no impact. They think lets just enjoy life, daang, what are they thinking. I don’t know their mentality. One of my favorites here called me an ‘Extremist’ for saying it. hehehe. mmm calling a Muslim guy an extremist is pretty strong in these times, and for what? saying my opinion about the economy? But she is a darling little friend whom I could never be angry at. Still extremist? Hey, I have no beard and turban. I am a Sufi Muslim, we Sufis believe that the ink from the pen of the scholar is mightier than the blood on the sword of the martyr. We Sufi Muslims write poetry and dance chanting in praise of God ( I only walk back and forth, no dancing with a 40 inch belly hehehe) and we don’t explode in the middle of the public. We spread love not hatred. It is bad out there economically… and I know that very well. Hope not many of my readers are hit by the bad economy. As you don’t need to pay to read my poems bad economy or not it just don’t matter in my site. Well one need to pay for the internet. But it is better to read sad poems than be sad thinking about the lost value of ones house or the money that vanished from ones 401K. Maybe this is a good time to have healthy habits in eating, exercising and even thinking.

  

If you are a regular reader of my poems you might have come across at least 4 poems that sounds very similar to the poem that follows in the last three years. Unfortunately, the reality that I depicted in this poem in real happens and it is a repetition that haunts like a curse. Well not like a curse, looks like it is a curse.

Metallica – Nothing Else Matters

The Ray Of Light

Amygdalia

A Pure Soul.

 

Silence inside the mind nested,

Then like migrating birds silence all around spread,

And through many paths gone,

Where darkness in celebration danced,

Celebration of loneliness and heartless immorality.

 

Oh’ life by wrongdoings and mistakes shredded,

Then by stormy thoughts scattered,

Paths passed by lies, deception, tears and prayers filled,

Tears shed to correct the incorrect and failed,

Prayers prayed seeking forgiveness of sins committed,

Oh’ life left sarcastic smiles upon a bruised face.

 

Every moment left nightmarish memories,

And through it all unheard, unsought and unloved lived,

Words can’t describe the squeezing feeling,

And screams can’t relieve the pain, excruciating.

 

Meaningless, aimless days spread to weeks,

And weeks to months and they all pushed,

Through years of a rejected mind filled with lonely dreams.

 

Oh’ a lover, who loved and became a poet,

A poet who only wrote about love,

And only by disappointments loved,

And by faceless phantoms in fantasy of expected reality.

 

Light lost its meaning from a darkened life,

Though the sun still shined way above,

And that darkness through every view spread,

And it was in the dance of darkness, silence joined.

 

Oh’ how many times into the dark hole fallen,

And every time in hope looked, deeper and deeper fell.

Then came Amygdalia as a ray of light,

Brighter than the sun she shined,

Warmer than all love existed, warmth she spread,

Beauty of a soul she shown,

Beauty of character she shown,

Stretched her arms in innocence filled charms,

And in front of it all dissolved the darkness surrounded.

 

Every word she spoke, every gestures she shown,

Oh’ woke up a mind forever in virtual death left.

By the hard rock tunes silence subdued,

Mind too danced in joy and hope,

And dreams weaved in virtue of promises and shared love.

 

Oh’ two passion filled eyes in that ray of light seen,

Those thick dark curly hair and in the middle a wonderful face,

But through it all everyone looked felt, a loving soul.

 

But for her all a game in a virtual world,

The laughs and dance, the silly jokes and remarks,

Her anger and sadness and the drunken screams,

Oh’ Amygdalia in her awe forgot,

Games in a virtual world changed,

Into serious reality, far, far away from her,

Amid the poetic wonderful words she forgot,

Empty hands she has not,

Even when she told her love to a poetic soul, she forgot,

An empty soul she has not.

 

From fantasy, from virtual O both plunged to reality,

And dragged not the joy and wonder she did not,

Honesty and integrity she shown instead,

In words and deeds apologetic she turned off,

The ray of light that spread hope and love,

Leaving soul once more in the clutches of love,

Only disappointment in colorless images can give,

But the light she left in soul remained,

Yet another face embedded in soul,

But as a ray of light in dark paths ahead forever will shine.

 

 

 

In my first published book Age Of Survival I wrote a poem called The Curse Of The LonelyPoet. It was written out of a real event. Now this poem with the same name… from some recent real life events I wrote a story of total fantasy. As it is Halloween I thought it will be a good occasion to post it here. I added a Halloween part also in the poem. Everyone, enjoy Halloween.

The Curse Of The LonelyPoet.

Part II

From childhood days a dream I saw,

In there a little girl lived and spoke,

To me in the language of birds in sweetest voice,

Brighter than gold shined, the yellow dress she worn,

And she told me stories I always loved to hear,

And from those days every new moon day she appeared,

In my dreams and words of care in verse of love she whispered,

Every time she appeared told a story of a longing heart filled,

With hope, passions and sweetness of love,

And onto that heart her journey she traveled,

And every time she ended the dream she left,

A message that one day will come when real she will become.

 

Along with me into adolescent years she grew,

And her stories bettered through years,

Her prettiness she shown in her eyes,

Those that shined bright like two twinkling stars,

And for every new moon day for her and her stories I waited,

Never ever I had a companion as I waited,

For her to become real and be with me forever.

 

Oh’ but that day never came as stories in repetition she told,

And a message of wonderful words she always left,

And every time I asked she told

“O my dear, my dearest there will be a day that will come,

When faces no longer seen, magic no longer worked,

Wonders no longer believed, days no longer long,

Nights filled with stars and cold not fully felt,

And on that day real in front of you I will stand,

Be there; be sure to accept the truth,

For in the world of dreams, truth and false are same,

And in the world you live truth is all that matters.”

 

Years passed, four decades the dream consumed me,

Lands changed and in the land where Halloween celebrated,

And there came a night full of stars, faces not seen,

Nothing I remembered of the dream as innocent hearts,

For trick-or-treat came and to them all candies I gave,

When laying on the couch near midnight a knock I heard,

Casual, lazy old me walked to the door and opened,

In all yellow there she was, my dream girl in real, in front,

Jumped into my hands and upon my lips kissed again and again,

Then pushing me back she told,

“O my dear, my dearest, my days with you are over,

Remember that girl when asked to play with you, you ignored,

I am her curse upon you, in her sadness, in her mind she said,

Never will you have a companion as all will be a wonderful dream,

And all your good manly years along with you I lived you fool,

Now none will love you and none will be a companion,

And my job with you finished and I will be gone,

After fulfilling the promise I gave,

Go into the depths of loneliness and live,

As every hurt you leave will wield a curse,

And as for you, your curse came here this way,

The forty kisses for forty years of loneliness,

A hundred and forty more years of loneliness,

Upon this earth will come to you and you should live”

 

Then into the darkness she vanished,

Looking up at the sky I once more wondered,

Why were I born and why did I lived and why should I live,

Then to my own soul I said,

“Hundred and forty more years to live,

What a wonderful life that will be,

None to bother and nothing to be bothered about,

Now we know that its just us from here on”

 

While closing the door once more up on to the sky I looked

And saw two twinkling stars, like those wonderful eyes.