Category: New Poems

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The cheerful words from the ache of heart written,
To make one feel the love from depths of soul sprouted,
The willful memory of the rejected heart I carried,
And through the folds, you searched and searched.

The words and feelings from my heart and soul came,
Though well known about the innocence of emotions,
Oh’, not my face you expected for those words and feelings,
To come from, not the man to fill your heart with love you expected.

Oh’, behind every smile lives a set of heartbeats of pain and suffering,
And have you felt the pain of my heart through verses of love I wrote?
That feeling of love in the folds of your heart that touches is your love,
To a different man you weaved but ah’, takes my face dipped in my love.

Through every thought of mine you search, read and untired,
You grew a thin line of love only for me meant ah’, unknowingly,
And it is a point of no return, a mirage every day you try to reach,
In expectations of finding a different face, a different voice,

But only finds the “Much Older” man from your heart you want to erase.

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Oh’, those busy streets so familiar,
Passing by unknowingly, moved to past,
Familiar faces, familiar signs but times unfamiliar,
The waiting heart, the caring soul, the loving man.

The heart of the girl that runs like a blinking star,
Around which the heart of the man a revolving planet,
And the search for each other goes round and round,
Oh’, the very identity of lovers in mind-boggling search lost.

The craziness of the phantoming world that changes,
Ah’, in it every action though so simple become and effort,
Aching muscles, boiling blood, and smiles forever stolen,
When the world around shows how happiness is celebrated.

Feeling those celebrations somewhere in the heart love twitched,
Oh’, how wonderful life will be when two lovers hold hands,
When two lips taste each other than talk to strangers,
Smiling, with blank thoughts and unfelt slow beating hearts.

Even in the roller-coster thoughts about the lover comes,
What could have been the chances and events of life,
What would have been the changes that made life,
What should have been times together, than life unlived?

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The taste of summer left the tongue dry,
The warmth of sun still upon the skin lingered,
What wonderful dreams Spring time showered,
But none of those blooms meant to symbolize my love.

Through every corner of time and space of seasons searched,
For reasons for all the good and bad through which passed,
Life without the girl I love who only read the verses I wrote,
Oh’, in all hopes and prayers I guess I made her smile.

Silence loomed all around nature and the disappointment,
Oh’, in everything, in every possible way I should understand,
For somewhere in all that passed as seasons is where,
Happy moments memories will absorb and live in future days.

Thoughts through sadness crawled and disappeared,
Oh’, happiness you have no meaning without her love,
As every event without her in my life moves into past,
Mind loses the ability to dream and became an empty tomb.

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Into the school, a mother took a little boy to start,
His school life and he in awe screamed out loud,
Everyone watched and at everyone he lashed,
He watched, learned not as one of them but an outsider.

Through the years he passed and grew up in the world,
Triumph came and put him on top and alone he stood,
Failures hit him hard and face-down he fell, discarded by all,
Nothing took him in as who is, and to all, he was the outsider.

From workplace to friends circles to relatives none he trusted,
And nothing trusted him back as from outside the onlooker looked,
Life moved on, time moved on, his little space he held hard,
As through his experience, he learned to be better as an outsider.

Romances felt and romances faded as to all an outsider he was,
The deeper into life, time and space moved, ah’, isolated he became,
Then to her every bit of his life to open he tried but failed once again,
As all, he was to her. an old man, an outsider who failed to earn her love.

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When walked out into the unending streets,
Thinking about one face, one figure, one soul,
A dead leaf upon head fell and through face scrolled,
“What unforgiven sin remains?” I raised my head and hands.

From the depth of mind, the suppressed conscience woke,
And through verses of riddles and babbles he spoke,
Oh’, the focus now hijacked by unknown future times,
To find meanings for ups and downs of present times.

The smiling faces of the mid-west crowd welcomed,
With blank minds and no malicious intentions,
Oh’, they all want to find an extension of thoughts,
Happily, to forget times of hardships and tears.

Mind left all that and went back to plowing,
Through times of past when a poet wrote,
Verses that lost their meanings as realities changed,
And through them came times of unknown meanings.

Those moments of unknown meanings that split,
Time and space when even Angels and Jinns stood stunned,
When love felt suppressed to serve malicious material life,
Those loved drowned moments takes meanings unknown.

Oh’, future times never at these times look,
When verses that left the mind of poets lost,
Meanings and then those times took meanings
For which no poets can find meanings to write.

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Oh’, dear, how did I become so unrecognizable in love?
Should I have lied to you that all I felt were unreal?
Or just deceived you with lies and fake things?
Or should I have denied to my conscience that I am in love?

Sunrise, early morning, noon, afternoon sunset and night,
Oh’, every moment of the day in one way or other you found,
To reach and learn the pulse of my heart, the song of my soul,
And the glory of the truth, my love for you, and your love for me.

The material world walked, talked, worked, ate and slept,
Oh’, time and space stood by astonished by your passion,
But why not recognize my face upon the love you felt,
Than walk away to return next day for another feel of love?

That world may say “Love is a prison binding you to unreal”.
Oh’, can you say the same when in every action and event you feel?
Me being part, though far away I am unconnected to that reality,
Your mind even in sleep feels the presence of mine, my love.

Oh’, dear, my dearest, love is not the prison nor the quicksand,
But the more you deny love, the deeper into your love you bury,
And drown into pain no medicine or science can heal,
Leave the denial, Oh’, acknowledge the truth in glory of love.

Love is the path, love is the destination, love hold answers,
You and I seek and in love we will find the glory of truth,
No need for us to find love as deep inside our soul filled,
Is the love for each other fate wrote in the glory of truth.

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Life, Oh’, Life, a magnificent ocean we cross,
Truth, false, ah’, balance the critical matter,
Yet, Oh’, failed I to balance my sailing in winds,
But by prayers of peers or good thoughts, stayed afloat.

Reality, Oh’, what a fantastic set of events,
I floated through the wild waters to reach reality,
Oh’, only to know I failed to reach the reality I sought,
Late I reached and no doors to love I found.

Fantasy, Ah’, what an awesome alternative,
Where I chose the places, people, and made rules,
Oh’, I sailed across calm seas and low tides to reach,
Rocky walls and barren islands were no doors to love I found.

Not to sail anymore I decided but to float around,
Storms brewed not far away that can drown me,
I smiled and then laughed and then I screamed,
Screams roaring waves and winds cannot drown.

“In life the ocean for me and mankind of this time well laid,
Drown I may without being loved by the love all my time I sought,
But live I will with the love I loved that failed to open the same door,
The unopened door in many ways I knocked but failed to open in time”.

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Night-time squeezed the skin tight and shrunk the flesh,
The cold made me wrap myself into the warmth of comfort,
As from deep inside the nostrils drooled fluids on to throat,
Irritated throat made me cough that even scared neighbor’s dogs.

Medicines yearned to be consumed but another layer of dust fell,
Upon them I avoided, ah’, science and I have a love-hate relationship.
Oh’, green tea and honey gave me comfort like the wrap gave comfort,
Pain all over and fever made me drown and round like a cat I slept.

Thoughts about the end of life and life after haunted me,
The usual that to me comes when sickness grabs me by the throat,
None wants to be sick and when sick all cravings come,
Food, walks, workouts, and above all those fantastic showers.

The drowsy meds so untimely taken brought more sleep,
And when waking up sweating a half-real dream I saw,
Where my face held by the Sweetest Darling my life yearns,
Her touch, with smiles engraved, ah’, the greatest healing.

Waking up I turned on the fan and from brows wiped,
Sweat that told me, the sick days are behind me and her,
And the days to come will find ways in every corner of life,
Healing on this bad patient and the love of his life.

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The burned down forest where winds still roam in search,
For the living to be burned the swirling flames missed,
The hunter looking for his one-time meal he must hunt,
But the wrath of God or Devil that wiped it all he knows not.

He is afraid of nothing, no wind, no fire, nothing imaginable,
That which lurks beyond knowledge, to face eye to eye, he prepared,
The embers glowing at him with their dying unknown vengeance,
Those they consumed, ah’, fallen for the generations to come.

Step by step he walked as life in the chaos reflected,
The material melancholy everyone living in every way mocked,
Oh’, that mockery is hunting the hunter as slowly he walked,
Then as if in kindness he sat, with his eyes welling like that of a mother.

The ashes showed the shape of a fawn with only eyes to be burned,
The teardrop from his eyes put off that little fire and he up he looked,
And in all clarity, he can see the mother looking at him as he killed,
He little one and vengeance burned in her eyes as she charged.

Justice can only be spoken by the survivers, ah’, that’s human law,
Those perished already spent and their sins and goods already written,
And to survive the fire, fire he must and without hesitation fire he did,
The arrow didn’t miss the broken heart as for her passing he waited.

The wind felt the hunt and turned and raced to him and his kill,
The vengeance of the wind subsided and no fire came with her,
Oh’, no ordinary hunter he is as in his eyes no reflection of chaos seen,
All wind and fires in his eyes seen were the reflections of his lost love.

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Disowned by love, ah’, tremors of passion through veins ran,
Symbols of life all around felt, but, without her meanings unknown,
Oh’, the inevitabilities of cycles of life bring smiling faces to mind,
Faces never seen, yet, they are the pleasantness of the present.

There is a demon for every human who into heart whispers,
The opposite of reality, the opposite of good, Oh’, evil they are,
Stray away from those whisperers they live mostly in the minds,
Of friends, relatives, and well-wishers who will deliver you to hell.

I promise no heaven on Earth, I promise no path to heavenly gates,
For, I remember not, all the good I did as all good I know became,
The face I remember with a God-given gift to write a verse a day,
Oh’, heaven on Earth is a love-filled heart, love perfected for you.

Discarded by the world as a meaningless ghost, ah’, wandered,
Oh’, seen, a lot of journeys by pretty faces to find love perfected,
With raised head among them walk with a feeling of pleasantness,
I have loved and perfected it for her, the one who disowned me.

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