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Life, Ah’ life, it started with a mind with emptiness filled,
Humble steps and harmless falls took mind ahead.
Cried, when nothing more known or pain of fall felt,
Smiled, when before an unknown for attention stood.

Defined, one’s own destiny with actions filled,
Refined, those actions when in failures backfired.
Misunderstood whispers, Oh’ redefined theology,
Sacred texts, Ah’ misunderstood philosophy.

Unanswered questions, mind in twists and turns feared,
Unconquered mind, Ah’ a lonely man’s missed fate,
Awkward silence of an unloved lover,
Torture that shows no bodily harm.

Valued by paper money, accepted by mocking talents,
Adored by time torn beauty, vision by illusions blinded.
A love filled reality by the mocking world destroyed,
When light from soul taken away by dramatic rejections.

How well should I shout to tell O darling how loud I should shout?
And tell you how much I love you,
Unreal it may sound, Unreal in every eyes that defines you,
Oh’ in real, five senses without you, a melting furnace.

I know you don’t define me, I know you don’t love me,
But without you undefined my life all around scatter,
Without your love senses their feelings lost,
As all merged into a sense and defined, you can never love me at all.

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June 6, 2018 5:52 AMMay 13, 2019 4:53 PM

Turbulent Beginnings

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The Sights and sounds are feuding when at your beauty I look,
Love holding the hands of wind and around us fly,
Birds through the winds glide,
And in your eyes I see,

The origin of all ups and downs of this moment.
Oh’ the turbulent gone by days,
Like thick dark clouds on a summer day hide,
To come and strike us with thunderbolts in the dark of night,
Turbulent those days always are,

In the beginning of every relationships,
Though the inevitable turbulence shook,
Us beyond every imagination of us,
Ah’ the doubtful thoughts,
The sarcastic remarks with vengeance,
The eagerness to know the unknown of each other,
Then at the end of the day when known,

About the love of each other,
Tear filled apologies and embraces that made us one.
Oh’ all the pain heart went through,
All the sleepless nights,
The shed tears and the tears held,
The wonderful words spoken and the sharp sarcasms said,
When holding you in my arms I realize,
I can go through it all a million times again and again,
As the prize for all the effort worth,
Millions of lifetimes enslaved in love for you.

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June 5, 2018 5:17 AMMay 13, 2019 4:53 PM

The Material Angel.

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Sing, Sing O birds Sing,
As through the breeze you all glide,
Sing the tunes she whistled.

Dance O flowers dance,
And will you keep the petals open a little more,
As in prettiness of you all reflect,
The charms of a beauty, who whispered,
Into the wind the love of her mind,
And the wind all over me flew,
Dropping pollen the wind stole,
Kissing you all after hearing her words of love.

Smile, Smile O soul smile,
As the whole nature waits,
The happiness of yours as for too you spent,
In the meditation all call love,
Whispering prayers for lovers,
Who all won, lost and perished,
Though none to look for, for a word of care,
Oh you in waiting for love and care,
Feeling the spiritual love of God in every breathe.

“Where are the angels gone?”
No need to yell to the world O my soul,
In their own world they all are,
With no time to see sincerity,
Or they all live the paradise of ignorance,
And to you my soul, the material me is your angel,
And to the material me you O soul,
A God given beauty, none cared to see.

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June 4, 2018 1:37 AMMay 13, 2019 4:53 PM

The Invisible Dream.

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The whispers of the wind, to listen I tried,
The falling of the leaves, to listen I tried,
From depths of mind a wish to be heard pried,
As silence all around me, loomed.

The face of a naughty girl time took,
And from the days light she stole,
And from the nights stars she stole,
But in chaos of fate lucky stars of mine she lost.

Oh’ lightless in days, starless at night,
Far sight of mind darkness held,
Even in minds ears Oh’ only an echo heard,
Somewhere far echo of a dream still floated.

Love whispered, passions awaken,
Lover with flickers of light came,
But to kindle candle that will show dreams, failed,
Oh’ only pathos of a dream lost, heard.

O dear, your face fills in my every waking moment,
But your eyes to any reality you closed,
And your voice among screams of material life unheard,
Dreams about holding each other in arms, invisible remained.

Though unreal it all seems and sounds,
The reality never seen light from both of our love,
Speak the truth, dance through the paths,
Break loose from heart those invisible dreams.

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June 3, 2018 4:33 PMMay 13, 2019 4:53 PM

The Serpents Of Time.

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Far beyond skies, far beyond stars,
Consuming all, Conquering all,
Crawling through every bit of space,
The serpents of time defeats all.

But beyond the grasp of time live,
Feelings of humans that sprouts,
And in those feelings outlives time,
Images of a beautiful face.

Oh’ the history of time will speak,
Volumes about the events,
Events that brought two hearts together,
Conquering, consuming, each other.

All those who spit venom of hatred at us,
Oh’ in the honey of the flower of love,
All venom of hatred will dissolve,
And mists of doubts about our love will clear.

And every serpent of time will spit,
The feeling of love we together made,
And forever will live the legends of our love,
As time crawls through time itself.

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June 3, 2018 7:02 AMMay 13, 2019 4:53 PM

One Soul.

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Bright light in my heart filled,
When pleasant thoughts in meditations found,
And with a cheerful smile,
To you I come.

The glory of mind in my search filled,
The glow of life in my senses filled,
And with that glow in my soul,
To you I come.

The veil of the morning lifted,
When your face I saw,
And the brightness I gathered,
In every meaning fulfilled,
When to you I come.

The noon time sun bowed,
When in your thoughts at sky I looked,
And the glory of you in every sense filled,
When to you I come.

New meanings of gladness I found,
When upon your eyes I looked,
That precious soul to mine every time spoke,
When to you I come.

Gladness in every way you define,
But to my eyes you look,
And seek the completeness of your joy,
When to you I come.

In the glory of love to each other dissolve,
The material passions in each other we kept,
But forever exists only one soul,
As our souls merged as one in romance and love.

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June 1, 2018 5:00 PMMay 13, 2019 4:53 PM

A Lovely Girl.

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Seen a dance that made mind in rhythms wake,
The dance of your eyes when my verse you heard
Ah’ through those eyes the glitter of your soul I saw,
And the shine from your eyes you gave,
To all the loveless souls out there in wilder world.

Triumph of beauty all over you celebrates,
The blessing you are to all who see,
You in real, virtual and in imaginations when,
Dreams in happiness of minds are seen.

Your beauty is well balanced felt,
Through every senses of humans known,
And from your charm and smartness gained,
Senses to mankind unknown,
From where feelings of respect and care,
Are born every moment time known.

Oh’ hopeless thoughts will never touch a soul,
Any soul in your eyes if they looked,
A God given blessing of this part of time,
Knitting dreams to every soul in kindness given.

To the onlooker and the reader of this set of verse,
Ever felt the warmth of sun when an Ice storm passed?
Ever felt the mist surrounding in a spring morning?
Every felt the touch of a flower just bloomed?
She is all that feeling in one.

Her smile all through spring and summer will spread,
Then in the fall in the change of colors will be seen,
And in winter upon the white blanket will roll,
Oh’ she is my darling ‘Lil Boss’ time will not forget,
As forever in my soul embedded she will remain.

June 1, 2018 1:38 AMMay 13, 2019 4:53 PM

Gone By Days.

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The golden feathers of a bird in the spring sunshine glittered,
Oh’ upon her soft feathers wind glided,
Alone she rested and in thoughts maybe,
About the flight when summer warmth in air dance,
And in the cold morning of the fall fly,
Through the falling leaves low,
The ones once were green and large and gave,
Shelter and cover from mother nature’s wrath.
Then about the migration paths to find,
Leaving the howling winds and the piercing frost,
When to the southern thin and warm air fly,
But nothing down south can comfort,
Like the big green leaf’s touch,
When the piercing sun rays of the late summer noon binds,
When rain down comes and upon the leaf and splash,
And under it when with soaked feathers sit,
With nudging little ones for cover squeaking,
Yet another season unfolding,
Yet another set of events to come,
So much dynamism,
So much fascination,
Yet, results of events and actions,
Same as gone by days.

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May 31, 2018 5:12 AMMay 13, 2019 4:53 PM

The Spirit Of The Spring Morning.

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The slanting rays the morning pierced,
Through the bluish mist that enveloped,
The mother who slept a good night and woke,
Listening to the songs of sparrows and cardinals songs.

“Oh what a wonderful day that is born,
Every way senses feel,
Touching you O our mom,,
Waking you for our charm,
Inspired by your soul”.

Through the window my little peep,
Made me think those little birds sang,
Those words with fresh throat,
And made me feel, the rays of sun dance,
In tunes of Beethoven’s Fur Elise.

Mother earth turned, turned and turned again,
The creatures turned along,
Some sat stubborn thinking they are still.
The little sweat upon the forehead felt,
And later the naughty wind cooled,
Said once more, nothing last forever,
Even the just heard tune of the bird changed,
But what in the heart felt,
Gave force for another step forward.

“Oh how wonderful the seasons are,
They change in time with you mom,
And in your arms, we still feel the same,
In your arms, we feel safe”.

When taking a step forward my real mother I sensed,
Far away she maybe but her prayers in balance kept,
The loving heart of mine and every time I left,
She blessed “May the protection of God be with you”.

Feeling that blessing I took a step forward,
The deep rooted trees stood as if stunned,
As step by step to the love of a different kind I walked,
Ah’ what wonderful dreams in fulfillment fell.

The fading spring left some blooms for me to compare,
Her prettiness from inside her I felt and in her eyes I saw,
As life closes in from all sides there are no way away I see,
As my love for her shut every possible way conscience can escape.

And the spirit of a spring morning in fulfillment spread.

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May 30, 2018 7:23 PMMay 13, 2019 4:53 PM

The Weeping I Heard.

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Morning, noon, evening and night makes a day,
Oh’ these days I feel the heart in sway,
About a poet to the material world lost,
With a life that shrouds all spiritual beauty beneath,
Teaching the hypocrisy of the wealthy and the wise,
The innocence of the ignorant,
The stupidity of the forgetful.

Together all united in you as mad men’s tunes played,
And in the rhythm you danced and danced,
And the dance twisting your mind to intoxication,
And in that intoxication everything right you questioned,
The mockery of the smiles you have shown,
The mystery of the uncaring you have shown,
In it all I read and read and read,
The painful suppression of a beautiful poet,
The erasing of verses from a mind,
And the mocking laughs I heard,
Of a world into which you plunged,
And burned and buried the poetic talents with you born,
Sanctified are the ones who in life finds,
A balance in all good and bad,
And to humanity they communicate,
In a language mothers with unborn in wombs communicate,
Everything beautiful, everything perfect with divinity filled,
And that feeling poetic we call,
Oh’ all for the magic of matter you left.

The left out spirit to all known tight gripped held,
And every step away from who you are she wept,
Her tears wiping away the footprints you left,
In an unholy art that can’t stand on its own,
Ah’ from far the echo of the weeping I heard,
A man in every adversity strong stood,
Even when my own parent died no tears I shed,
As only the fulfilled life of him to celebrate I learned,
When those spiritual sobs of you I heard,
Ah’ a burning in my eyes I felt,
And helpless down to the ground I looked,
Oh’ one drop upon the frozen yard unknown to all fell,
As the weeping of your spiritual self filled my soul.

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The Defined Sense.

Turbulent Beginnings

The Material Angel.

The Invisible Dream.

The Serpents Of Time.

One Soul.

A Lovely Girl.

Gone By Days.

The Spirit Of The Spring Morning.

The Weeping I Heard.