Love Filled Winter Days.

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The assumptions of life in needs and wants,
And we live in imaginary bubbles we assume exist,
As none comes here alone and care of all we receive,
We leave alone, leaving our love imprinted in loved ones.

Touched only through senses and sensed only by love,
Fragility of mind, tests of brutality of time withstood,
As even in mid-age innocence in heart grew,
That shown the beauty from inside upon the body.

And that innocence through her smiles grew and spoke,
“Kindness at times is not in accepting love,
Kindness at times is in making someone feel loved.”,
World wandered around her in ecstasy and her smiles, unseen.

Time choked at the audacity of soul
When the world into an unloving mode thrown,
Driven by faithless, fueled by greed and ambition,
Where silence became the warrior prince of love.

Ah, silence fought and failed and lay bleeding,
The verses of love, Oh’, though unwritten still spread,
What said oh’ timeless became as she smiled
Replacing mirages with fulfilled dreams.

Then paths of life in all wild and weird ways I saw,
Triumphs of life, failures, complexities, and confusions,
The ones who made every second a moment of drama,
The unknowns, the hidden, the unbearable all shined.

All the glory faded when to my conscience I said,
“Never will I deny myself a line of verse,
Never deny me a poem of life
Touch the girl in her heart,
Touch the girl with your soul,
Fill her soul with your love,
Fill her soul with love for you,
That fiery soul with love she never felt.”.

As every star in the sky brightened and blinked,
Those wild worlds with violence and fire, pretty looked,
From far, but none can ever reach, none should ever touch,
That lesson from universe I learned when burying my doubts.

Doubts about the love in her heart or the purity of my love,
And watching the sunrise I fell asleep,
Waking up as night dews fell, her face in all beauty I saw,
The best sunrise adorned me when she smiled.

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Love Me Out Of My Misery.

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I saw her dancing through the fog,
Upon the thin layer of the just fallen snow,
That long skirt dragging like an unlived life,
The snow-filled branches in respect bowed.

I saw her filling shelves with clothes,
Calm and steady her hands followed her mind,
Dreams around her like pigeons lurked,
Love through her eyes showed a soul so kind.

A dream once I weaved I remembered,
Where hand in hand with a loving girl I walked,
Through her came heavenly blessings every man wished,
And magical verses became every word we talked.

In unusual warmth of the world branches unbended,
Dreams rolled up in the eyes of those pigeons and flown,
The fog remained and more rolled up with darkness,
And my mind screamed “Love me out of my misery”.

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Undead

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My dreams upon wintery clouds sat,
And looked down on the snow-covered lands,
Where once I walked in pleasantness of romance,
With you in mind and a soul lighted by my love.

Planets and stars for reasons unknown birthed and died,
Seasons changed when the sun, moon, and earth danced,
Time ran faster than anything anyone knew,
The human mind outpaced time in imagination.

Imagination one by one they became rosary beads,
And I bound them well in time with your face as a pendant,
Together they all became a dream from my soul escaped,
And now upon some frozen cloud sit, mocking my lonely life.

I cried not thinking about the mocking dream,
I thought not about what stayed in past and pushed,
Me to a future of me, myself, and times unknown,
As summer to fall succumbed and fall to winter fury fell.

My heart kept its lower note of beats,
As turmoil all around through disease and despair spread,
Hollow sounds of wedding bells at times rang,
And material hearts thought they were my love’s last breath.

Life of love Ah’, time tried hard to consume,
With detached emotions and unburied dreams,
Sun only rises in the east but my love from every corner rose,
And to her said, “Love will live for you endlessly, undead.”.

Like cold-filled marbles eyes of her stared,
Dreamless mind through empty shores searched,
Every moment passed, like a year, felt in my heart,
As her loveless lips with another shade of dark, froze.

My dream in another man’s ears you whispered,
And through swirls of darkness with candle lights shined,
You and he with flesh and blood unlovingly celebrate,
The devil’s curse upon humanity, Oh’, he dragged you too.

You froze that part of your mind with love at me looked,
And murdered many times my love in every dream,
Those graves you dug, Oh’, upon which grew roses,
Spreading my love again and again making my love undead.

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The Wedding Gown.

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When heartfelt I wrote ah’, you heartlessly mocked,
Silent impulses deep in the folds of heart remained,
Life, like a screaming dragon, flew around spitting fire,
Ah’, days of romance took a turn into a new season.

The days, Ah’, days of fall unfurled a vicious cycle,
Where dreams through veins passed frozen darkness,
Romance fought hard and inside belly lay defeated,
Those butterflies lost their wings, rotted, and disappeared.

“What did I cry for when birthed?” I asked,
What dreams in that womb I saw, I questioned,
What lessons in childhood, adolescence, and youth did I learn?
Asked many “What”, “Why”, and “How” questions into silence.

And silence indeed I found in everything living and unliving,
As touch of love they abandoned in a shallow grave,
Dug in haste, thinking life is just a shadow that will leave,
When lights of truth around one will soon spread.

The acts of love Ah’, what a fictional drama,
Lived through rolls of mind-altering smoke and intoxicants,
The paints of faces and the color-filled costumes all add,
Perfection upon bodies where the mind finds prisons to hide.

Such are the thoughts the unfolded season of fall gave,
And the laughs of many prisoners this true love heard,
I cared not except the one whom with love I called,
The one who added a wedding gown over her masquerade.

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The Sprouting Romantic Dream

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The drifting time eased at a face fascinating,
And through time passed I searched,
And in the passing time through imaginations searched,
If ever seen her likes in my life and I found none.

Calm like a resting dove she looked,
Held her peace in utmost romantic charms,
Gave mind more to imagine and weave,
Dreams, senses loved to weave with passions.

Compassion in her eyes in depths shown,
A wonderful soul by material world unadulterated,
A query of welfare through her shiny smile she asked,
And a million flowers bloomed in the folds of my heart.

As from her artistic mind, she spoke,
Her imaginations and her views of dreams,
Through the drifting time I too along with her moved,
With wings spreading in the sprouting romantic dream.

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Waiting For The Bell To Ring.

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Sun again and again set in the west,
Light went out for many for good,
As the light they left, many minds filled,
With memories of happy times passed,
Some achingly remained filling themselves,
With hopes and hopes on melancholic hopes,
Many stood in silence when sadness sang,
And then there are those even in the darkest hours,
Waited for that happy gong to ring as
Every breath of them defined a new ray of light.

That gong in front of the hospital placed,
Where people with uncurable diseases treated,
Pain through their veins and flesh danced,
In tunes, only in nightmare most heard,
Yet, through their love and compassion, they find,
Ways to heal and when to the wild world they leave,
They ring the gong with sparkling eyes and loved-filled hearts.

I wish and pray when a breath I can spare for their cure,
I praise their will and speak words that give them strength,
Strength to unite every sense of theirs in the cures they find,
And dance to the tunes of that gong, every time they ring.

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Broken Hearted Men Never Weeps.

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The wish for silence all through veins howled,
And the veins stretched and stretched around time,
And through endless space far beyond the pace,
Of light and imaginations screaming flew.

Ah’, in it all in every microsecond sprouted,
The agony of a man alone sat, unloved,
His dreams resonated with dreams of men,
Who were all betrayed in the name of love.

Love defined and refined through the five senses,
Love forged and weaved in dreams of lifetimes together,
But love lost in the fabrications of passionless fashions,
And uncouth humans who couldn’t smell the spiritual world.

Spiritless love swallowed and vomited the world celebrated,
Ah’, marriages and vows, and compassionless prostitutes,
Every living breath a thread in the net of brutal betrayal,
Yet, she fabricated a smile, she married, she celebrated.

The one who sat got up, and into that world walked,
The screams first got louder, throat broke when to speak tried,
Eyes tried to weep but subdued by emotions into empty sockets,
The fallen passions, compassions, and truthful words he picked.

He walked, he ran, then he stopped to see all those followed,
All stood stunned, men of all ages with love-filled eyes stood,
No tears from any of those eyes fell as truth of lovelessness,
Learned and said, “Broken Hearted Men Never Weeps.”.

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The Unwritten Lullaby.

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The falling rain, Oh’, spoke a language unknown,
Through whispers heard between the droplets,
Ununderstood maybe the poetry that unrhymed,
Yet, the felt sadness rhymed as it blended in chorus.

Romancing life, Oh’, into the kaleidoscope of tragedies fell,
Every beginning a wonderful pattern in imaginations kindled,
When closer to reality reached, Ah’, patterns rolled,
And left with a handful of shattered glasses of many colors.

The drowning dreams from memory pools one last time tried,
To shine bright and give a smile, Oh’, you so brutally erased,
You, my dear the blessing I sought who cursed yourself,
To be the palindrome of curses my life till end of times carry.

About hopes, about gladness, about sadness ah, quartets I wrote,
Storm after storm borrowed their beauty and wiped my tears,
Yet, time came through days like drops of rain or falling flurries,
Unknown to all a rhythm they all gave for an unwritten lullaby.

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The Orphaned Memory.

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Silence through the valley crawled,
But the wind a naughty game played,
To beat every bush from rocks on hills,
And falling streams who all in shyness giggled.

That late spring day woke somewhere up,
On snow-cap mountains were sun rays danced,
And through the snake-like roads, a car moved,
With windows open and between mom and day sat,

A little girl who sang along with her dad a song,
The calm, soft voice of Lionel Richie, Ah’ so wonderful,
They knew not, “How Long must this feeling go on”, but all sang,
The air, the pebbles, and plants all prayed, forever happiness.

The memories gathered Oh’, how precious they are,
None of them knew as the car along the bending paths moved.
None of them knew life paths ahead have more twists and turns,
And at times can become a blinding reality than a happy song.

Dreams have grown, so did that little child into a lady,
Her passions once to parents known, in material world they lost,
And every move she made left a million questions in their minds,
Every question took her away from their sight into the unknown,

Love gave calluses in souls and used every beat of hearts,
Tired they all stood as faces to each other became strange,
The unknown became a dark cloud and into it, she disappeared,
Memories once weaved all over the mountains as orphans lingered.

And came a night when another soul to her talked,
The young lady at times felt shy but never annoyed,
His little jokes and cautious reminders of life ahead,
In that night the song she remembered and found.

The world has a wonderful magnificence to communicate,
And to her dad, she sent that song that took one orphan,
From lingering memories, who got a new life in all hearts,
Once a little girl, now a lady, with a drop of tear in her eyes slept.

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