Category: Story Of The Day

Fifteenth Day Of July – 2019.

Why would you sleep Oh’ night,
When such beautiful dreams you show,
In the depths of sleep where none hurts,
In talk or actions without discrimination.

Oh’ Little Boss, you very well in those dreams acted,
Sometime as an onlooker, most times as a companion,
Love between us flourish in that world unconditionally,
And unchallenged, as dreams within dreams romance wrote.

The morning like an aging warrior all around spread,
Slow but steady, Ah’, what insanity the world made,
Humanity indeed made calamities a victim of their act,
Still divine patience out paced every evil lurked through hearts.

Many wonderful thoughts about new age romance nailed,
Me in sitting and thought about thoughts and newly weaved dreams,
Thousands of images fabricated, places unseen, yet filled hearts,
Yeah, dreams about love indeed, greatest construction of humanity.

Baseball park, snubbing lovely ladies with thoughts,
About Little Boss as none I give a second look,
Love indeed makes a man morale and decent,
Oh’, no comfort I seek other than the love Little Boss.

When decided to write through the late night I thought,
The meaning of the future cannot be known by me,
Even if I can, the surprise of a life once in life, I want,
I am indeed a great lover, and a decent man who deserves her.

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Fourteenth Day Of July – 2019.

When the last phase of the night began,
The sleepless poet upon his love-seat tired sat,
Deep in his soul broke loose the sadness of the unloved,
Only the nightingale upon the maple sitting heard his soul.

And she sang taking the pulse of his sadness as rhythm,
About the walls around his love trying to fly free,
Holding the hands of the Little Boss from his soul he loves,
Hearing the song, morning sitting in mother nature’s womb wept.

When walking around the poet felt those tears falling,
Upon him from the maple where the nightingale sleeps,
No sign he found of the bird as morning left in a hurry,
No bridge to noon he saw as baseball park filled his thoughts.

No thought can break his streak of finding a new way to love,
His Little Boss who unseen and unheard for him finds a way,
Through the digital magnificence to let him know,
Heard his heart, felt his love, but only in sixth sense returns.

Evening and early night left without any remorse,
As night grown much older in front of him stars taught,
Another way to love his Little Boss unconditionally,
And in that little gladness in his heartbeat Soul danced.

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Thirteenth Day Of July – 2019.

The usual pulses of the morning came and touched,
Mind dragged away from the world to imaginary,
Where phantoms of gone by days of the past,
Demons of the present time that spins at the same point,
And villains of the future hiding behinds shadows don’t exist.

Warmth of summertime in my fun fantasy joined to learn,
How an unloved man love with heartbeats and touch of soul,
Oh’, my love was made as sand castles in the written fate,
The shattering well seen, while the plans of fate were written,
How many more mornings to pass before this fate obliterated.

Noon mercilessly dragged me to reality that laughed,
As memory lost the sense of time and came in haste,
Leaving all went for the afternoon picnic but mind still held,
Strong feelings that led mind into remembrance of Little Boss,
Oh’, subconscious know not the difference between fantasy and reality.

Evening held her breath as my mind to Baseball I thought I can divert,
Nothing can stop my sweet Little Boss thoughts from conquering,
My mind into day-dreams and sleep and a lot of soliloquies,
Many sandcastles were built and torn away by the waves of time,
One face speechless stayed in mind like Evergreen in winter.

That face I took into the depths of the night for I know,
I need no light to see the past, present and the future,
As the light from that face embedded in my soul shines,
Brighter than the fuzzy moon up there swallowing clouds,
To become full yet another time in her paths none knows.

That face is of Little Boss, the only love this poet can sustain.

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Twelfth Day Of July – 2019.

Wonderful summer morning across the mid-west blazed,
The insane half naked wandered sticky with oily sweat,
As the spinning of life at one point meaninglessly stuck,
Morning left a feeling asking “Is there a talisman to free you?”.

Noontime passed, afternoon came and sang lullabies about love,
Left images of Little Boss in mind enjoying life with me,
Ah’ how wonderful it all felt as sleep and dreams danced,
Through my senses and made me smile again and again.

Evening stubborn stood to know answers from my conscience,
Oh’, I am a peasant and ignorant who knows nothing,
All I am good at is what world enjoy no more,
But, the love and the feeling of her love brings to me gladness.

A sad man in tiredness of his sarcasms may fall asleep,
I am no sad man as the gladness through my verses share,
Makes me a fulfilled man every day and night without doubts,
Oh’ dear, my dearest soul, Little Boss, know this truth,

Even from far, maybe unknowingly, you love me.

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Eleventh Day Of July – 2019.

Where are the words, Oh’, morning tell,
You so wonderfully into my heart whispered,
Through colors, the squeaking birds and winds,
The clasp of the tree branches giving rhythms.

My questions and pleas went into history unheard,
And noon brought sleepy thoughts and brain succumbed,
The wandering winds knocked on windows like hungry cats,
Early evening chased them away and summer warmth sang.

“Speak through the heart, O’ poet speak to her heart,
May the blessing you are, be part of her life in spirit,
And may your art, in essence, reflect every bit her as art,
As time not just heals it makes meanings more meaningful.”.

I wondered all through early night as light abandoned,
This part of the world and went for their performance,
On the other side as a blessing or curse, I cannot know,
For my Little Boss’s peace, through my wondering, I felt.

Night fell asleep but nothing of my being can even feel,
Any sleep as time lost the tenses and in might stood,
Then I wondered more about how my love for her evolved,
Into making my heartbeats dance in its rhythms expressing love.

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Tenth Day Of July – 2019.

The waves of time of the night hit the shores,
The planets faded into the light of the rising day,
Far away stars to be meaningful blinked one last time,
And his muscle power, closest star at the world unraveled.

The morning synced with future or past I know not,
All that happened, Oh’, a misfit for the present,
And up and all around I gazed and to reality I said,
“What wrong books of fate you are reading aloud time?”.

Noon hated my soliloquy and defiantly stood letting,
The heat of summer sun blaze through mid-west,
Ah’, the miracles of life may no embrace my kind,
But I will not give up on the truth of love, Little Boss.

Oh’, she defined the evening in thoughts and daydreams,
As like that lame¹ Saturn I too walked around smiling,
To what I am a blessing I will not decide for I know well,
I am the blessing of my love and that love is for Little Boss.

The night strangled the twilight and left no trace of her,
The sprinkled stars blinked like Sages opening eyes,
Someone is blessed and alone I stood in prayers,
“May one of those blessed be my Little Boss.”.

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1) In Vedic astrology Saturn is represented by a lame man. In the era of Saturn in a human life that last for 19 years. The lame man gives all blessing to that human in that era. Then at the end he ties all the blessings in his lame leg and pulls it all away. For the world, it looks as if the human just destroyed all the blessings with his own bad karma.

Ninth Day Of July – 2019.

Sunrise started when sleep engulfed me,
T.V shows and movies boggled mind,
But biology of humans cannot be beaten,
With digital magic to manipulate emotions.

Reality, Oh’, a lonely monster finding hard ways,
To reach my day and half of it in my sleep I spent,
Angry dreams woke me in anger and I sat still,
Oh’, life indeed is a manipulating wonder.

The anger the dreams brought ah, they left in veins,
Everything I looked, tasted and heard filled with anger,
And I never left home, stayed in not to put myself in line,
To be manipulated by unseen forces from far plays.

Plays with heart to divert soul from the one goal,
Earn her love, the one love, my only love, Little Boss.
For all my anger from veins fade away and be replaced,
With love for life, love for world, love divinely by God given.

The drama that filled the mind lost its weight by Sunset,
Ah’ reality still hid behind digital magnificence and darkness,
Night brought to my eyes, but not into my soul,
As the light of love to my soul came, Oh’, I miss you Little Boss.

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Eighth Day Of July – 2019.

Frown not, Oh’, fading night into the lightening skies,
But cry not night, the sky and earth love you,
And you are not like an unfortunate, lonely, lover,
Who can only love but can never feel the love of his love.

Oh’ he did not try to steal, nor to betray his love he try,
As he reaches the noon like every day, he does night,
He will think about you for no love from day he gets,
As time and space, compete to betray his loving heart.

And the night took words from the heart of a poet and left,
For his sleep somewhere none knows but may find peace,
The evening left no mercy upon the poet who paced,
Left and right east and west like a caged Lion.

The night returned hiding all anomalies from nature,
Those things that reminds him about the love of his life,
But night knows not that deep in his soul embedded,
Are images of her who only chose to hurt than love.

Still every memory of her is the only solace he can ever find.

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Seventh Day Of July – 2019.

Oh’ you the Sun who looks from far and mock,
The misery of a Lonely lover; is that your laugh,
That comes down as dusty summer warmth?
Or your absence from North in winter months?

Laugh at me morning, noon, evening you must,
For I am the mockery of mankind, not a conquering,
King of minds and life and success of humanity boasts,
For I know my love has no meaning to anyone living.

The day cooled down from the winds up north,
And my boisterous screams louder and louder became,
None heard, for no noise came out, as failure consumed,
The character of me and alone only in my mind I screamed.

The evening to bring a glad smile with all might tried,
And I laughed as nothing can bring my wonderful smile back,
For in my glad smiles will be embedded the purity of her love,
My Little Boss my sorrow means you don’t know my love yet.

The one-act for which I waited and as midnight pushed,
The day to history, I left the thought in slow motion,
The thought that brought hopes and dreams and definitions,
Of a life filled with love, charm, and happiness of normalcy.

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