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Fluttering Promises To A Boss.

Question me not in the paths I take,
Where phantoms behind veil of dark hide.
Walk not ahead of me,
For, you will slow me down,
Walk not behind me,
For, you will fall back,
Walk with me to future times,
Where in held hands promises will flutter,
The promise of shared gladness kept,
In cocoons of love nests we built,
From which in fulfillment they evolve,
Into the happiness of those times.
Walk with me in command holding hands,
Celebrating every moment here on Earth,
And hereafter in what we leave for time,
To celebrate that which we know nothing.
May our romance be the command of your thoughts.

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She – Twenty.
The Last Love.

Fabricate to me mind, a dream I never wished to see,
Where no fantastic beauties love me with smiles charming,
My mind into blending the gone by days to the day of now,
And events fogged and appears as truth of promises of morrows.

Pump blood through my veins that fuels the love of mine,
Show me the veil-less face of love with my love I can adore,
Fill my flesh and skin with passion a truth filled lover can feel,
Oh’ soul absorb all and sprout for her my flower of love.

And through the valleys of reality slowly I walked,
There are no dreams, there are no promises,
The ever speaking conscience slept, intoxicated in love,
Ah’ wishes looked for hopes for her eyes filled with love.

Oh’ Love trapped in a square with unseen boundaries of time.
Age neither made me old, nor tired me as a sleepless lover,
But words with a million thorns bled soul with unhealable wounds,
She, hid away behind a veil of colors that lost compassion.

Aah’ love left to drown remained afloat losing no colors,
Took her image and embedded deep into soul in all her charms,
Where forever to keep every cell in material and spirit vowed.
The truth of a poet’s love, the only love, the last love.

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My Choice.

Choose your girl, choose your girl, world screamed,
They screamed then and they screamed later and they scream now,
Choose your girl, choose your girl.

I looked around and many pretty faces I saw,
Then I took my eyes off them and to the world I screamed.
“I chose a girl, the prettiest girl my eyes ever saw,
Every art she mastered and every letter I wrote she inspired,
Refined my love in the language of the heart,
I chose her not because of her beauty or because of her talents,
I chose her because in the hundreds of heart beats of her I felt,
One beat just for me, so I chose her and I prayed,
Oh’ God let her understand my love and make her love me,
Ah’ God decided to test me with what I cared most,
She loved at least three others but not me.
So no choice I can make no more love I can give,
My choice, God knows well is her, my only darling,
So scream at me not about choosing love,
Nor scream at me about choosing a girl.”

With a sigh I looked around and I saw
A squirrel busy hiding a nut,
With his ass right at my face.

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Circus Clown.

Dreams, memories, paths passed,
Oh’ how wonderfully ecstatic all were!!.

Lights in dreams turned off,
Memory lines Blocked.

Oh’ how foolish you were to step on that treadmill,
Set, executed with all bells and whistles.

What hurts more is the knowledge,
How pathetically I failed to save you from it all.

Now that your life as a fantastic ‘circus’ you celebrate,
Why not forget the past?
Why not forgive each other?
Why not hold the hands in union for the future?
Hey’ Every ‘circus’ needs a clown isn’t it?

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Daytime light gone away, 
Night lights here and there sprouted, 
Then gloomy midnight like an old lady moved, 
Night light faded with morning to dance around tried, 
The wisdom of the past spoke, 
And she stood by the bay and in inevitability spread. 
Oh’ into my mind all images I gathered, 
Knowing well how pathetically the living life many messed, 
And either whine or boasts about dreams about yesterday, 
Unknowingly talk about the fate of tomorrow, 
Becoming the living disease of the present.

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She – Nineteen.

A lilac flower gave a smile of love,
Touching her cheeks along the walkway walked,
Silly birds danced in the their flight leaving ripples,
Of air which swayed the little flower.

Watching the grace of nature I thought,
Oh’ a wonderful female bard the bird maybe
As in a branch with puffed feathers she sat,
Tweeting in sweet sounds, sweeter than lilac honey.

The colors gently and gradually filled,
Mind to feel the gladness of spring,
The blooming flowers looked like yawning,
After a day long dance in the shining sun.

Leaned back at the tree who all spread and stood,
And along with the nature I smiled,
Along with the spreading warmth I wished,
The frozen dreams to find warmth from her.

The thought of her thawed those dreams,
New dreams reflected all around the season of love,
Holding hands upon the heart I smiled,
And pledged all my love once more to her.

Far away she may be, but her senses close I felt,
Her mind, like the mind in the color of the female bard I saw,
Gently and gradually filling with the tweets I heard,
Ah’ she the darling, the reality of the collage of my dreams.

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A Fool’s Romance.

So far away, far, far away sent,
Dreams, away from the crookedness,
For those dreams can find a way to peace,
Though they landed in a place so desolate.

Mind and Soul the parents in silence wept,
The drowning parents, Oh’ their children they saved,
From a world of machinations and manipulations of evil,
Disguised as divine, Oh’ saved them all tying to floating ice.

Every dream in that land so desolate buried,
Where lava flown, in other points were land froze,
Even in summer time, the air so thick with poisonous fumes,
Through there a dream restlessly wandered.

Ah’ the dreamer of dreams, the man who loved,
The faithful, the pious and the most beautiful in his eyes,
But the crooked world, evil world Oh’ they gnawed her mind,
And the darkness of anger in her mind they injected and he fell.

Words of love in mind roamed like orphans in a battle field,
The mighty stretched world looked so small with faces familiar,
Ah’ drama of the lost lover another time world in vengeance saw,
Their laughter broke the dreams one by one and to desolate land flew.

The dreamer fell and his mud filled face none can see,
What she thought his mind can’t read still a blessing he left,
And through the crowd so strange he walked and walked and walked,
Ah’ then from the depths of soul a strange whisper he heard.

The whisper that sprouted another thousand dreams,
But all fell apart as nothing but dark clouds spitting lightnings he saw.
“No more fool’s romance I need” he screamed and away he tried to run,
Then from near a real voice filled with apologetic tears he heard.

With eyes closed there he stood with nothing to gain or lose,
In mind’s eyes saw desolate lands where the restless dream wandered.
Everywhere sprouted millions of dancing flowers spreading scents of love,
When eyes he opened, saw the smile of her, new life of a romantic dream.

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Your Undeniable Wish.

The months of summer have arrived,
Oh’ dear like your smile they all came,
Warm, bright and enlightening.

My dear, my dearest darling these days I look,
At these bright warm days to be reminded,
Of a smile I wish I could see.

Everyday brighter than the summer sun,
And brightening up the darkest moments of life.
Oh’ invisible you always wanted to be,
And invisible I will remain from your eyes.

Silent about you I will remain,
Fulfilling your undeniable wish,
But do you believe I ever can keep,
That wonderful smile of yours invisible,

From my mind where embedded in my love,
Your smile, your anger, your sadness and your wish,
For every beat of my heart find reason,
In all that you are and you will be.

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A Poet Who Spoke The Truth.

Visions blurred as laughs of the world echoed,
On to the versifier who by the street stood,
Constantly like a mindless lunatic he asked,
“Who for the wonderful cares, Who for the truthful cries?”.

The poetry in defeat drowned as all spoke,
The blabbering of the world blasted senses,
Oh’ the insanity of the masses split the mind,
Still only the truth from his soul came.

The truth about who you are and who you are not,
Dear, the validity of the perception in mind you carry,
Ah’ every bit of you pain, every bit of gladness,
Every bit of your anger, confusion oh’ all deeply felt.

The poet stood by the street and asked,
“What more to the world I can give?”
And he looked down, up and all around,
“What more to her I can say to prove the truth?”.

Then a long lost truth he remembered,
“The beauty of poetry is in the lies,
The poet from his heart recites.”,
He looked all around and smiled.

Then a little girl came by and at him in anger looked,
As she heard the last question he thought out loud,
Crossing streets holding her mom, like a boss she screamed,
“Let her learn your love and let love prove your truth”.

Took a step away as only in his soul he spoke,
The best lines of verses he ever wrote came to his soul,
All lies from his life one by one got erased,
Only some lines remained after a long walk in cold.

Unstructured lines that never rhymed in his soul embedded.
Oh’ those lines spoke the love for each other of two souls,
The spiritual love that never materialized in the web of world,
From where he ran but her mind confused about the truth,

Truth a poet can speak even when the verses he writes,
In those verses ah’ not the versification that took beauty,
But a reality into the world like a morning sun, projected,
Beauty of her soul from far felt but through verses he spread.

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Dream

Waking up from a dream, Ah’ what a dream it was I said,
I saw her in a crowd in locomotive I’ve never seen,
She said something when her head she raised,
Her humming oh’ still echoes,
Her perplexed face, Oh’ felt sorry for being there.

Reminded me of a promise I made,
A promise to a mother I once made,
To never love her daughter with romance.
Even if she comes to me with her loving heart,
Sure will I return her to that mother burying my love.

Ran, Ran and through the sands of beach faster I ran,
The wind upon my face with vengeance slapped,
The falling snow upon eyelashes froze.
Her humming still echoed in my ears,
The word in a language I don’t understand sounded,
“Mocerses”.

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