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Daylight spent most part of the day hiding,
Behind thunders and rains and somewhere fell,
All that clouds crashing houses and pylons,
Oh’ the violence of nature at times, unbearable.

Night slowly put off the candles from up above,
And the clouds cleared for the lingering heat to rise,
Walkers like me walked in new found enthusiasm,
Mind through shops and people fast moved.

Shops so well decorated and one after the other stood,
Like old times malls doesn’t have many shoppers,
And I walked through many stores and some shoppers,
Like a busy man but deep inside a heart beat for a view.

When passing the book shop I know I will see a face,
But the leaving day decided to give me a surprise,
As I walked past the gates no face I saw, ah’ she is gone,
As I turned to walk back a voice I heard “Hi”.

She walked directly at me with a naughty smile,
I knew she understood the reason of my sudden turn.
For my query of well being she replied “Doing Well”.
And walked past me who wanted to talk more.

My heart said to me “Oh’ what how lovely she is,
In that naughty smile, I saw a million more reasons,
To beat and in every beat to weave a little more,
Love for you to share with her forever.”.

Walking back slowly sipping my evening tea I smiled,
One of those days my heart and me learned to discover,
Reasons to love and loving for a reason so beautiful,
In heart, words and in her naughty smiles.

May 24, 2019 6:14 AMMay 24, 2019 6:14 AM

Sounds Of The Northern Woodlands.

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The wind blown from across the woods,
Ah’ from the whispers it put in every sprouting leaf,
And the giggles of those leaves about the last winter,
You were there, a memory of you, filled with love.

Where did that memory came in those woodland winds?
Oh’ those trees heard the cry from my heart about love,
Love of mine only meant for you and you declined,
Love I sought in you Oh’ you felt but hid in heart.

I wish I were a liar when through the woods I walked,
I wish I can lie to my heart that I never loved you,
I wish I can find a lie to tell what from your smile I felt,
Was not love; but Oh’ world and my dear, a liar I am not.

The healing times with changing times to heal may try,
But no love given can be the love of your my dear,
And no love I can weave as no part of heart is empty,
Without my love as a prayer chant heart beats recites.

Facing the crying wind deep in my mind I thought,
The melted snow and ice now galloping into sea,
Where they will leave the sounds of the Woodland trees,
Ah’ may the love of mine for you echo in the depths.

Depths were light and life hardly reaches,
Where none exists to cry for my fallen tears.

May 23, 2019 6:38 AMMay 23, 2019 6:38 AM

The Fallen Fog.

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Light, wake up into the unfolding day,
For, darkness is tired after a long night.
When into sleep I fell I wished I see,
Dreams where I held her hands and smiled.

Oh’ the tiring darkness entered my dreams,
Ah’ no smiles I saw, as darkness filled,
But empty was not my dream as my hand was held,
That unseen hand, hidden, but giving a touch of love.

The morning around me spread wide and bright,
Oh’ the inevitable is happening and in mind I asked,
When will my love feeling the love of mine,
Becomes part of the morning’s inevitability.

The greatness of love ah’ in imperfections come,
The fascination of love Oh’ makes the imperfections,
The fascination of your heart, O’ Dear, my dearest,
There are no imperfect fascinations in my love for you.

The fallen fog that impairs your views O’ dear,
The will melt and then you will see,
Then you will feel the beautiful understanding,
Love differentiates not, in belief, age or looks.

Oh’ my senses only feel through my love for you.

May 17, 2019 5:51 AMMay 19, 2019 6:55 PM

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.

May 13, 2019 4:53 PM

She Four

May 13, 2019 4:53 PM

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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May 13, 2019 4:52 PM

May 12, 2019 3:13 AMMay 13, 2019 4:52 PM

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.

May 10, 2019 2:36 AMMay 13, 2019 4:52 PM

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.

May 8, 2019 3:02 AMMay 13, 2019 4:52 PM

Inseparable Union.

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The speed of light, Oh’ unthinkable to humans,
Still the unity of colors we all unquestionably enjoy,
But when in a prism looked, Oh’ all I see are colors,
Some I liked, some I disliked, others just faded.

Like those colors in constant questioning came,
Questions from the unseen, but well felt conscience,
About the validity of the love eternally I seek,
Ah’ I wonder every time a new question comes,

How many more questions in questioning you will ask,
Conscience, about the validity of my love for her?
How many more combinations of chaotic confusions laid,
In a mind to drag away into oblivion my love for her?

As answer less question into thin air fades,
Comes into life the fantastic fascinations of fate,
The juggler throws up faces and moves them along,
Ah’ they come in temptations in smiles and some in tears.

And to that fate and faces I look with a thankful smile,
As my soul learn purity in the questions that rises,
How many faces in prettiness filled, with wisdom filled,
And with wealth filled temptations you will show?

Oh’ falter I will not in the times of good and bad,
Falter I will not in the tests of fate blabbering conscience,
For my heart in an inseparable union with love unknown,
To mankind yet, and she in her youthful ways finding paths.

Paths to a heart and a soul only for her from this day,
Till the end of days dedicated in gladness and in sadness,
In smiles and in tears; in emotions and in flesh and blood,
Oh’ everything united for her with the sweetness of love.

Category: New Poems

Her Naughty Smiles.

Sounds Of The Northern Woodlands.

The Fallen Fog.

My Dear, My Boss.

She Four

She – Four.

The Light In A Dark Nightmare.

Stairs Into A Whirlpool.

Inseparable Union.