Flight Of The Fabricated Fog.

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The world around at each other barked,
And mauled and punched each other to win,
What anyone ever won, none knows but lost,
Track the defeat to humanity they all brought.

Peace and harmony, ah’ how wonderful they sound,
Politics and ideologies, ah’ how horrible they defeat,
The sanctity of peace and harmony between people,
And unite us as dust into forgotten particles of past.

Away from the brutality of humanity thoughts flew,
And between world carnage and mind blown,
Fog from a feeling wonderfully from a fire pit built,
And into each rolls of fog spoke a word or two about love.

Love mind feel when about a dearest, darling I think,
Is that the love of mine for her I feel?
Or is that the love of her my meditative mind feel?
Oh’ I care not for the answer as life becomes beautiful.

“What makes life so fantastically beautiful?”
To the questioning conscience asked with a smile,
“Isn’t it all a delusion, love, life, and even conscience?”
The fog thickened and flew taking mind to flight.

The more I questioned my love for her the more I questioned,
Her love for me, ah’ the fog thickened and faster mind flew,
Dreams don’t penetrate the thickness of the fabricated fog,
Oh’ dear, my dearest, where do I find reality, I thought.

Oh’ I wish, I wish, I were crazy enough to hear voices,
Nothing I heard, nothing I saw and inward I looked,
There are no fog in my heart, only hopes about love,
And when back to hopes I touched all fog cleared.

In those clearing fog no darkness I saw but leafless trees,
Waiting for our love to flourish in the days ahead,
And be together caring and sharing gladness of each other,
Oh’ let us not be the forgotten particles of a long gone past.

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Prayer From A Blessed Lover.


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Oh’ how audacious I thought I am,
When to you in love I said “I like you”,
Thousands of verses filled dreams sprouted,
With you my dearest, my darling as the fulfillment.

But through playful days and prayer filled nights,
Through aches and slips, little by little I learned,
The humility my love for you evolved into,
Than the audacity and arrogance of wacky romance.

In those humility, every bit of myself I learned,
And my conscience took lessons to be a simple man,
And through every moment of life disciplined,
To be a better lover, a better blessing, a better man.

Oh’ now as I bow in respect, in love, into meditating prayers,
Ah’ I wish no ill will come to you who reads my heart,
May the blessings of this world shower upon you,
And may the unwritten times beyond be a blessing for you.

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Gift Of The Penancing Stars.


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Suffered, the stunning reality of an unknown animosity,
By what circumstances or gossips of ignorant people,
Or just a feeling by some wayfarer devil laid,
Into her heart where hate for anyone existed.

So silently into a heart crept and fed the soul anger,
Ah’ every action of a loving man she saw as a reason,
Not to like, not smile at, not ever to see him again,
Walked away, face turned, life hidden, love declined.

And from the anger grew darkness that shut feelings,
Feelings insanely tumultuous with no senses to reason,
Ah’ sleep came as a blessing but in sleep came darkness,
And in them danced shadows that screamed love verses.

Then in every sense sprouted wings that took them,
Into a flight through unfelt, into a descend to unknown,
Oh’ mind became a valley where even nightmares dared,
Through five senses into that mind uninvited arrived, fear.

Every waking moment she looked, as with uneasiness felt,
The feeling of a man only through anger and fear known,
Oh’ every time she felt him in anger and fear, melted,
A portion of heart that love her beyond her knowledge.

But through the language of heart, again and again, remade,
Lost portions and taught he to love from rejuvenation,
And light-filled days became more brightened,
Star filled nights became, many newborn, light years away.

As each one of them in timeless rotations penanced,
Every new day into his heart brought a new line of verse,
For him to feel the love, ah’ only for her meant,
For her to lose, anger and fear in the healing of time.

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A Constant.


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The past is a spoken, written, and learned truth,
Memorable times in wonders, sorrow, and cheer,
Make times of present enlightened in celebrations,
Ah’ a sigh of relief from conscience sprouted.

Times of past, O’ how painful at times they maybe,
Still in the memory of dreams once seen gave,
A bright smile and a twitch in beat of a loving heart,
Such is the pleasantness of wonders of romantic art.

If ever romance ever touched you, O’ reader of verse,
Never leave the heart, soul, and flesh and blood gave,
The beauty of alliteration, rhymes and rhythm of language,
Of the heart with beauty filled that made the moment poetic.

If ever romance gave you fear, O’ lover of verse,
Never sway in the feelings of doubts and conflicts,
For the faith in love always cast the doubts about purity,
But never fear for the truth and sanctity always prevails.

If ever romance filled you in joy, O’ lover of love,
Never falter in sharing every bit of that joy with love,
To your love and never falter in the care of joy,
To your love and to your soul in love shared.

If ever romance gave you sorrow, O’ lover of reality,
Never ever stop the falling tears to abandon your soul,
For, in the shapeless, ageless soul always resides,
Happiness of love of your love who can erase your tears.

Lovers to each other with sun, moon and seas can swear,
Their love and like every emotion love also will go,
Up and down, but when with love of her I want to swear,
Nothing comes to mind as nothing ever will drown,

The love I felt from her heart in every beat of my heart.

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Echoes In A Lonely Heart.


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The lonely man wets no eyes nor finds no reason to cry,
Am I the lonely man of the era who makes the world weep?
Or Am I the man who in strange reasons becomes lonely?
Ah’ darkness fills into the world where I feel no love,
And nothing brings light to where love dares to venture.

Oh’ Darkness is a place my heart is not used to,
For in it the love for a beautiful soul I carry,
And the world around me, Oh’ I shut my eyes to,
Light not that world O’ soul for my love gives me sight,
Even in the darkness of the world through memories.

Ah’ the world in the protesting turmoil may rise,
Thoughts through negative, walk, run, fall and hurt,
Give them no room to dream O’ soul for my love for her,
Never into the negative fell but brings new dreams to life,
A life filled with possibilities, brightness, and charm.

Oh’ how wonderful hope-filled times are I thought,
As from negative thoughts I spun the positives of love,
For her who into my heart fade in like a fairy,
And sings tunes that into my heart that leaves a feeling,
Of love through my heart echoes, though I am all alone.

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The Completion Of Love.

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The fading fog of the December morn I watched,
As Christmas days in South Indian towns left dangling stars,
Ah’ as new year brings in fresh feeling when back at school,
Every year I said “If this year is not the best another will come”.

School days gone, College days flourished,
Oh’ what wonderful dreams in a heart I wrote,
Each other we loved not we didn’t break each other’s hearts.
And I said, “Love is an elusive bird who love to hide”.

First steps to earnings, Oh’ job after job I tried,
Failures and abandonment thrilled me in challenges,
Each one at least a question left, for which I answered,
“There is always another way, there is always another job.”.

The world around faster than thoughts collapsed,
Dear one departed, near ones for answers looked,
Ah’ the childhood dream of a story-teller told,
“Another place, away from all, another road will pave”.

The journey to the other side of globe I took,
Mysteries gone, ah’ friendly smiles, heartfelt hugs,
Party filled nights, reckless days, long road trips,
Untiring efforts, the cycle of life took a new face.

Shadows of a dark dream ah’ like a curse followed,
Job after job left me and many jobs I left,
Always in depths of mind what left kindled a new hope,
I always said “Let it go and move on to the next chapter’.

In the aimless plights, ah’ progressed again and again,
Love life, at work I met one, who never loved,
Ah’ I wish I loved her too, but before love ever came,
She made me ask “To whom shall I stretch my heart, next?”.

The gamble of emotions to write and write brought,
A lovely face and a talent beyond imagination to my life,
Ah’ she made me feel loved but between us love never sparked,
As from each other we moved I said, “Elusive birds never like cages.”.

Every moment into my past analytically I looked,
Ah’ always another plan, always another job, another face,
To which I moved, left, abandoned, and fell apart.
And at all those moments a new hope always kindled.

Oh’, that day came when I met her, the charm-filled girl,
Every dream I ever saw, Oh’ ever verse of love I ever wrote,
Ah’ all to the beauty of her soul and her smile, translated.
And about the reasons I write one day she questioned,

I smiled and told “I write because I like you.”
Without hesitation to me she said,”I do not have such feelings,
As I am in my mid-twenties, and you much older”.
The air from my lungs left me astray, heart beat for no reason.

As my senses lost and our differences I missed,
Ah’ never ever to my senses ever came another plan,
No “Who’s next” questions, as my love completed,
But no love for me ever formed to be completed.

Dark shadows filled the dreams in me sprouted,
Ah’ when awake a feeling deepened into my mind,
As childhood memories shown, whirligig from a string I left,
Ah’ at the same point spinning it stayed, like my love life.

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The Most Beautiful Poetry.

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The whipped up wind of the western zone,
Cried all over the land try to dry after winter cold,
The leaves of grass stood up and took a shower,
To clean up and wait for pollen to come and kiss.

The world, the life, how I live and how you live,
Ah’ success is a magical phenomenon for our love,
As through spiraling whirlpools our passions drown,
The weeping eyes blur and see no more compassion.

Did life became an unspeakable hoax for you and I,
Oh’ let us live each other than the defined lies,
The world in meanest mockery at you and I throw,
Drown not dear in fabricated mysteries of coerced moralities.

Oh’ all that is said, all that is written, in it all,
Nothing removed, nothing amended,
Ah’ just a new perspective added,
In the core of it all, the most beautiful poetry written.

That poetry described well, my love for you.

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Innocence Of The Bread Maker.

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Salt and yeast in warm water mixed,
Then flour added and brought to a wet mix,
Rested in the warmth of room from noon,
Till sun to the western horizon, moved
As dime-romance made the gypsy lady smile.

The touch of her with dry flour made the dough smile,
Those pretty fingers rolling the dough in a cookie sheet,
Then heated dutch-oven kept a safe guard in the oven,
The raising bread spread the scent of purity all around,
With it spread the blessing she is and her touch of love.

The memory of mine oh’ remembered her smile,
When we ate those bread dipped in fresh warm milk,
Ah’ I remembered my innocence and my eagerness,
To touch that warm bread and to see that gypsy smile,
But my memory still feels comfort in her touch of innocence.

Decades passed, and a century, a millennium birthed,
Oh’ when I wrap my love for a darling girl in purity,
In my soul I churn and forge the deep felt love,
Ah’ the last bit of magic to my love I can add,
Is the innocence I learned from that gypsy lady.

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Your Best Wish.

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Did I make you feel bitter about me?
The one question from many I felt I asked,
As Spring time outside warmed the frozen lands,
Deep inside mind molten lava took life into conscience.

Oh’ I pray not for the emancipation of my heart,
From the wonders of worldly arts and material crafts,
For one reason, my soul to your love and trust bound,
Though all I do is dance in the rhythm of your silence.

I lived through seasons when love in silence wandered,
I wandered in those days in penance to purify my love,
To you I offered the purity of the purest love of mine,
Maybe the crooked world around you and I became,

The pond in which lilies grew and perfection bloomed,
Ah’ why around my love in doubts you looked dear,
When hearts bloomed in love for each other,
Why we failed in the world where none else but us cared.

Oh’ I pray for the life of yours in sweetness filled,
With gladness of heart and the fulfillment of wishes,
And again and again I swear I will pray,
For me be the best wish that brings gladness to you.

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