My Choice

Choose your girl, choose your girl, world screamed,
They screamed then and they screamed later and they scream now,
Choose your girl, choose your girl.

I looked around and many pretty faces I saw,
Then I took my eyes off them and to the world I screamed.
“I chose a girl, the prettiest girl my eyes ever saw,
Every art she mastered and every letter I wrote and write she inspired,
Refined my love in the language of the heart,
I chose her not because of her beauty or because of her talents,
I chose her because in the hundreds of heart beats of her I felt,
One beat just for me, so I chose her and I prayed,
Oh’ God let her understand my love and make her love me,
Ah’ God decided to test me with what I cared most,
She loved at least three others but not me.
So no choice I can make no more love I can give,
My choice, God knows well is her, my only darling,
So scream at me not about choosing love,
Nor scream at me about choosing a girl.”

With a sigh I looked around and saw a squirrel busy hiding a nut,
With his ass right at my face.

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The greatest achievement of emotions is the love one feel from the one you love. The greatest failure as a human is the denial of that felt love.

With sadness he slept,
And dreams about her gave him smiles,
The little gladness the dreams gave,
Gave him energy to wake up,
Reality made him sad again,
And in tears he fell asleep,
And I prayed,
“ Oh’ god let him sleep until the love wake up without dreams”.
The prayer accepted, and I cannot wake the poet anymore.

A Melancholic Mockery

Xanga is back. I hope my blog will stay here for good. I thought of moving on and told many excuses to stay back. I even told lies to get back in here after closing it many times before. There is a reason for me staying, it may sound very stupid. Every day I see a visitor at odd times coming to my site (I believe I know who that is) it is for that girl I kept this open and it is for her pleasure I write. When I say pleasure it may not be always happy, romantic poems I write. I mix every emotion so she can feel the sadness, anger and love through her senses. This whole thing is just for that. Now the pleasure of knowing that she comes here is over as Xanga changed the software and the trackers won’t work anymore. I have no intention of writing a new tracking software too. I guess she will come and read and enjoy my writings in her own way.

As for me…this is all becoming a…..

A Melancholic Mockery.

The graceful day through time passed,
Some part of time like a villain laughed,
Other parts like a romantic hero conquered,
Loved life in time’s adorable simplicity.
But love in the lap of time faced,
A melancholic mockery.

Passion sought, compassion offered,
Ah’ romance never became contagious,
Dreams weaved, promises given,
Oh’ why would one hide love in riddles of verses?
Ah’ the answer is a `romantic blasphemy’.

Wishes written, misunderstandings burned,
Future blurred, chaotic confusions created fear,
Rolled past, the errors of the past,
Too late, it’s too late, screams of time, echoed.
The melancholic mockery, a painful reality.

Sightless smiles, soundless songs,
Ah’ the wonders of love, only through those, known.

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