Senseless Slow Decay.

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Petals of dead flowers from trees fell,
As if in protest or Oh’ in sadness?
The wind flown from tree to tree counting,
The branches and leaves of every tree.

Watched the wind in laziness move,
Then saw a bird scratching beak with wings,
With only a slow wind the petals and leaves fallen,
Floated like a blessing from angels and fairies unseen.

Sounds of motors and crowds from far heard,
The galloping world chasing deadlines and mysteries,
Of modernity mankind defined, mankind designed,
And mankind made, and lost in pace none can handle.

The fattening sun looked as if eating cloud bales,
The escaped ones slowly moved to show an illusion,
Of blue so perfectly seen and makes wonder,
Why all the life around looks so slow in my eyes?

Mind, the place made when senses unites,
When romance builds, ah’ senses expands,
And colors it will paint, pace it will earn,
When romance fails, colors erased, pace loses.

Oh’ dear, the darling, the owner of the realm of thoughts,
Loving you gave every sense the duty to paint,
Loving you gave every sense the fuel to rush to blend,
With other senses, and to make my mind giving life its pace.

Oh’ dearest, the champion of the race in my soul,
Nothing makes sense to any sense of mine,
Without the love of yours that lingers in your heart,
And Oh’ my life’s slow decay a historical inevitability.

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Unstoppable Merry-Go-Round.


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Ten thousand firecrackers blown inside clouds,
Who all rushed above to join the celebrations,
Of the world of humans waking up into a day,
Another day of life so well prepared in dark.

The sun into a bale of cloud rolled,
And unloaded the queer of arrows of rays,
On to the world but Oh’ rainy clouds took,
The beating for the world and hid day lord.

Rain and thunders and flashes of bright light,
Sounds filled the ears and wrapped the soul,
Where will the footsteps take ah’ I wondered,
Still wandered away from my own sanity.

The broken heart like a vulture pecked,
Soul I can feel walking far behind,
Like the images from a broken video played,
Memories, at times froze, broke and discontinued.

Through the muddy road caught up with me and asked,
“What was it all about? Where did we lose?”
My soul fueled the conscience to know more,
My heart beat fast to make me walk in silence.

The thunderbolt that fell right beside shook everything,
But nothing shook the broken man as nothing is there,
To break me as all is lost in the romance of life.
Walk from past to future felt like a merry-go-round.

Nothing stopped, not even the mid-may rain.
Life just broke down beyond hopes and without dreams,
The merry-go-round kept on moving with some force,
None knows what fueled it and none is there to stop it.

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Behavioral analysis.

I have told about this many times in my many, many previous posts. This is about a person who visits my site often. I thought it is a girl I like who is my regular reader but go through the image a bit. I will explain what it is.. It comes from a Software Log created by Statcounter which is installed into WordPress. It tells me who visits my site. For privacy reasons I masked out the IP-Address of the visitor. If needed for legal purposes I can request the owner of the IP who was using it at the time of my visit and they will be made available to me and a court. As there are no specific threats to me or my sites, I don’t have to go to those extreme measures. Now without doing all that from just this picture I can tell something from the behavior of the person.

Just take the last two days May 18th and May 19th visits by this person. It tells you whoever is this came at 3:19 AM. So I thought wow, why would “Boss” wake up at this hour to read a post and poem? But then look at the visits on May 19th … The visit was at 20:02 that is right before I broke my Ramadan fast.. I thought ooh, it is like this person looked at my post right before I broke fast… then I said wait a min. Look at the visit again. It is from Verizon, the phone was used not from home network. But outside, right before I broke the fast, or right before this person broke the fast in a Mosque? So I looked at the timings after that, 23:42…. the time Muslims finish the nightly prayers and probably come back home. The nightly prayers starts around 10:00 PM and usually lasts about an hour and a half. Then the next visit like the previous day was between 3:00 and 3:30 in the morning. What do Muslims do at this time? They prepare for the fasting to start… eat, drink and prepare for prayers for the fasting that starts by about 3:50AM.

So this person is a Muslim. A ouple of days back I posted three options, Boss, an associate who worked at a store me and Boss worked, I will call her Lady E for keeping her name private, then, an African American lady who worked with Boss in another store. I told I blocked the African American lady and Lady E out of my Facebook. The African American lady is a Muslim.

I am not going to make any big proclamation or anything like that. Like every other reader who comes to this website, this lady has the right to visit my site and read my poems too. I just want to let her know that, I know who you are. Enjoy the poems.

The Eyes That Followed.

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The falling rain through the minarets drooled,
As the call for prayers woke up the dawn,
Faithless grumbled in their beds and rolled,
Faithful sought blessings unknown to any soul.

When the empty streets filled with the needy,
Ah’ I took a walk against the fattening crowd,
All went to markets for one or the other reasons,
I ventured to find the unseen, untouched pulse.

Uncold rain held on to my eyelids to save,
From falling into the dirty walk ways,
Through those hanging drop I saw,
The smile of a girl in a store across the street.

I walked in and at me with no smile she stared,
As through the aisles of her small store I walked,
I know eyes of her following every move I make,
When walking out at that smile-less face again I looked.

Home sweet home ah’ welcomed me with incense smell,
The tea I brewed, ah’ the kettle whistled his sweet music,
Sweet and strong I took it with cake and nuts, sip after sip,
Nothing bothered the well paced life and life bothered none.

Life took forking ways and took me to different towns,
Years passed and still I brewed tea, sweet and strong,
Always saw in mind a dancing move that can fit,
The whistling kettle and the swaying curtains.

Then one day when days were short and cool wind howled,
Legs felt tired as age indeed got to my muscles and nerves,
A young girl came and gave a hand for me to walk across,
Her curious mind made me giggle too in her numerous queries.

When leaving me by my door one last question she asked,
“Have you ever married or fell in love in your life?”
I said “No” and walked away the little girl with a smile,
Then remembered I a smile once I stole from a smiling boss.

Ah’ felt the following eyes that followed me in that store.

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For some reason I felt connected to the meme I found on the Game Of Thrones Group Page. I don’t know how I angered ‘boss’ for her to turn her face away from me once she was walking by me.

My Dear, My Boss.

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Ten thousand times in your mind you may reject,
The love you feel for me oh’ my dear, my boss,
Each time through whatever means you eradicate,
My face from your heart, in full color I come back,
As the stronger, your love becomes, my dear, my boss.

A million arrows in your rejecting heart you may aim,
At my heart in prayers, in deeds. and in dreams,
Ah’ drown my face, and smile from your heart you will,
Ache my heart every moment, for heart never rests,
Even in aches you give a new way to love you I will find.

No beggar of dreams I am, no dreamer of unpleasant passions.
The world may age, you may age in those eyes but not,
In my eyes nor in my heart as I know not a way souls age.
Ah’ you are the flame that ignites my soul every living day,
You are the other side of my soul I knew exists and now found.

Question not the will that brings you to my verses,
Question every bit of anger and bitterness felt against,
Your love for me and in accepting my love for you, boss,
Erase every question from conscience with your love for me
Question not the will of God who fills my mind with you.

My Dear, My Boss.

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She – Four.

 

 

 

She – Four.

About the childhood days a lullaby she wrote,
And forgot every word of that well rhymed verse,
About the adolescent days a ballad she wrote,
And let world around her fall in love with love.

All the gone by days and years as a monument stood,
Of a life from the roughest thoughts polished,
As a gem of the precious nature,
Shedding light into even the darkest minds.

A narrative about the lifetime ahead she must write,
Alone in this world she never will be,
As she know what loneliness means,
Alone she never will leave, any loving heart, in pain.

And with every moment of the rest of her life,
A monument of love, compassion and joy she will build,
Everyone through her sense passed,
As heavenly blessings through their life will cherish.

Beautiful she is and the beauty inside her out glows,
The beauty mankind ever seen,
And that beauty in the perfection of life celebrates,
And that beauty in the imperfection of life weeps.

A beauty in all perfection for the woman in her waits,
As world around her in hopes and wishes gathers,
To celebrate the love and compassion of the blessing,
That comes from the life of a wonderful woman.

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The Light In A Dark Nightmare.


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Romance had left him at the time of his birth,
And every step to a romantic love to him brought,
Darkness and the dancing devils of a world unknown,
And life in every aspects became a living nightmare.

Unloved and unloving through the brightness he walked,
Beautiful life, Oh’ how wonderful the world became,
His smiles brought gladness into many minds,
His words brought love to many loving minds.

Then on that day, Oh’ wonderful day when he walked,
Through yet another light filled day among falling leaves,
He saw her the cuteness his soul called “darling” instantly,
To wander away he tried but her smile caught him in love.

To drown his love every time he met her he tried,
Ah’ love is an emotion that disrupted every moment,
Of a life he spent in smiles and talks and gladness spread,
And one day he gave her scarves, a gift of memory.

Though no gesture of love from her he got,
Heart somewhere tangled in the web of lives,
His thoughts and mind none around understood,
And life, Oh’ history made no error, into abyss fell.

The world doesn’t know the reality and the unreal,
The sanctity of his love rejected and insulted,
Darkness never forget and once more into life entered,
The aching heart feared to fall asleep to avoid nightmares.

Every day in the web of the world a knock he hears,
And taking a moment from the little reality between them,
He wrote and wrote what dreams of light he can see,
Ah’ she became the light in a life with darkness filled.

Meaningless maybe but his life dedicated for a smile,
Of a girl his soul still calls “darling” achingly.

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Stairs Into A Whirlpool.


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Lights from stars, crescent moon and distant planets crept,
Into the night spreading dreams, hopes, and giggles in sleep,
Wonder if any of those souls realize that this too is reality,
A poet in protest sat wondering, what reality truly means.

The cycles of life, ah’ very little humanity realizes,
Oh’ they come to each of us through time on the same stage,
Actors differ, theme the same the lost souls and new ones,
Ah’ they hide well the repetition as we all gain and lose.

The poet through many cycles of his life went,
The childhood, adolescent, youth and middle age,
New times, new places, new faces ah’ all went well,
But in each cycle one part failed to materialize; love.

At every cycle to a point he reached, with a face,
Love progressed a bit as a bit more he matured,
But the faces in every cycle, Oh’ to his love shown,
Fake smiles and fabricated stories and built one step.

And at every cycle of life the previous step built he took,
A new face to his life comes and the mockery continued,
New cycle and came a new face that completed the stairs,
Into a whirlpool where turned and turned her image.

Back and forth through every step he went with the aim,
Not to fail as no more faces he can take for in his soul,
The definition of love and companionship took her face,
Oh’ she loves the poetry, as she fills every line of them.

Oh’ she loves the poetry, as whirlpool fills with her image,
And the swirling life at that point stuck as she loves the poetry,
Not the poet, the reality behind the poetry the one who wrote,
Her image in that whirlpool knowing there is no way out.

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