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July 6, 2019 12:18 AMJuly 6, 2019 12:18 AM

Story Of The Day.

Fifth Day Of July – 2019.

Took her in my arms and kissed with all my love,
Ah’, what wonderful dreams in half my sleep I saw,
Wonderful morning as always took me out of sleep,
Before leaving me empty minded and empty handed.

As noon step by step arrived on a fantastic Friday,
I know the Angels and Jinns and every creation,
By God ordained to balance good and bad, readied,
As to the congregational prayers I rushed I prayed.

Then I prayed in congregation again and again,
For all good to come to her, ah’ the one I kissed,
For all the bad to go away from between us,
That divided our hearts, aching beyond any help.

The afternoon and evening my routine runs,
Through shops in the unbearable summer heat,
And I know I am through the day as back home came,
Sweet home where rested I and in thoughts I drowned.

Through the thoughts that fell back a day before,
Ah,’ took me to the fifteenth day of October 2017,
I asked to my conscience and any unseen forces around,
What was it all about? Why would I meet her again?

The night swallowed any energy from thoughts and dreams,
Tiredness took me down as the warmth of the day crept,
Even into the compressed cold machines made inside,
Ah’, the unanswered questions left only hopes in heart.

July 5, 2019 12:39 AMJuly 5, 2019 1:15 AM

Story Of The Day.

Fourth Day Of July – 2019.

I danced between the rays of the twilight morn,
And like a shy village girl my touch she eluded,
That shy girl and her elusiveness made Sun angry,
And his wrath as summer warmth he unleashed.

The late noon sleep like the invisible arms of Little Boss,
Wrapped me to the bed and kissed, kissed and kissed again,
Then the fires of independence blew all around and woke,
Even the laziest poet to find his new age traditions.

SummerFest of Milwaukee where people forgot the past,
And never wanted to know what future brings as they danced,
Even to the most uncouth music and never ever asked,
Who sang or what music played, ah’ I touched the fest.

Food and drinks, people laughing, living the American dream,
Yes, the world united there beyond color, religion or class,
None asked me how old I am, none stepped away as older I am,
People danced with kids younger than their grand-kids, all laughed.

Such spectacle and through every step remembered I,
The face of my Little Boss, no beauty there can replace,
Then when alone I sat and ate I know the enjoyment,
Ah’ nothing is a dream, everything a step to fulfillment.

Night hesitated to interrupt the celebrating world,
Night came and none cared as we all celebrated,
Freedom so bravely earned and so wonderfully kept,
Ah’ forever for this generation let America be,

The Amazing Grace.

July 4, 2019 1:23 AMJuly 5, 2019 1:16 AM

Story Of The Day.

Third Day Of July – 2019.

I woke up and slowly upon my bed I sat,
Walked a bit and then came back to bed,
I realized I woke up but morning is a bit late,
And I went back to love of my soft pillow.

I abandoned the dreams as in them I saw,
Unknown faces, places, and dreams about them,
I asked, “Why try to confuse a sad man?”,
Nothing else I saw and peace of sleep found me.

Afternoon spread around like a date I forgot to ask,
She sat around me, watching me in my routines,
I tried to know the pulse of her but realized,
I am miles away from myself in a lost romance.

Evening drive and festival chaos, ah’ wonderful,
Saw a lady whose countenance from behind froze,
Me on my feet but Oh’, not my Little Boss,
Smile from inside faded to make way for a sad truth.

That truth is for me to find a new day in a new way,
To live with love that never will be returned,
To love even when I know every day I will be sad,
I will live you life in the way I choose in peace.

Late night brought the surprise of my “Mystery Reader”,
As late night became late I sat in cold air and napped,
When I woke, I know, a new morning putting make up,
To bring me a smile with memories of that Little Boss.

July 2, 2019 9:56 PMJuly 5, 2019 1:16 AM

Story Of The Day.

Second Day Of July – 2019.

She called me from silence and I remained,
The onlooker of my fading romantic fate,
Oh’ how many more tragedies I may write,
To make the world here and hereafter feel?.

Oh’ gladness please, Oh’ gladness please not,
Drown in the abyss of sadness that glitter,
In the light from far away mocking lucky stars,
Oh’ gladness feel my heartbeat for her love.

Why would away from our own gladness part,
When you and I smiled to never ever fail?
What drowned the rhythm of my heartbeat heard,
In your heart that made pretty smiles of yours prettier?

Oh’, my words for you may sound so unreal,
But tell me my dear, the dearest darling who see,
Tell me my Little Boss who hears symphony of hearts,
What is the reality of this world as we know it?

The Sun rose in the east as if it were a recital,
Of a magnificent poem when through the day moved,
Every minute a new rhythm from the heart of the living found,
Every hour a new quartet with millions of images wrote.

Questions for which answers live in your love drowned,
As the day ended in the west with Sun’s bathing rituals,
Still echoed around were the repetition of those recitals,
And searched I through nature only to find a reality.

That reality brought to me to the footsteps of yours,
Where I left my love for you and yet another silent call,
How wonderfully life rolls without touching present time?
Ah’ drown I will not in this abyss that means nothing,

As once more I say, nothing makes sense without you.

July 1, 2019 9:41 PMJuly 5, 2019 1:16 AM

Story Of The Day.

First Day Of July – 2019.

Billions of rays of sun flown billions of miles and unleashed,
The minutes of the day through morning, noon and afternoon,
The evening hours unbound thoughts through the day gathered,
And lessened heaviness by thoughts left about past and future.

The past days like today left me without leaving a mark,
They birthed the same like last year and years before,
Oh’, no matter how far through the universe we move,
The Sun and Moon and the Stars they all stood stubborn,

To bring a blank present and gave a fear, then anger about,
The present days that unfurled like a flag the patriot left,
His flesh and blood remembered but all he fought now lifeless,
Oh’, I fought demons I know not and in all exist not in reality.

Such is the pain of love, Oh’, dearest you left in my heart,
I know the pain exists but it hurts not, as memory of your face,
Erases every bit of that pain and gives life a definition,
No else can understand but the man who loves you unconditionally.

And the night put off each ray of sun in sadness taken,
From the heart of mine trying to find a new way to see,
My love for you, ah’ my Little Boss as the world sleeps,
And through chaos of the world, your heartbeat, I still hear.

June 30, 2019 11:24 PMJuly 5, 2019 1:16 AM

Story Of The Day.

Thirtieth Day Of June – 2019.

The morning like a masterpiece symphony spread,
And like an amazing ballerina touching, nature danced,
The meanings from that musical deep in the soul sprouted,
A little thought about the ways and means of a poet.

If the life we live were an ocean, ah’ will that ocean care,
How many small streams brings water to the rivers to flow?
Will, that ocean care how many small fishes birth and die?
But the ocean of life of a poet cares every moment,

From the birth of that moment through the transition,
To the next moment where one thought fits well,
That thought always to the mind in gladness brings,
The memory of her face, the dearest darling, Little Boss.

Yet another afternoon and evening the day spread,
And through it all first like a deliberate act I remembered,
Then it became a passion to think about her and smile,
Now thoughts about her, ah’, an inevitability I can’t ignore.

The night took the mantle from the day and brought,
More thoughts about her the loveliness of my era,
The breath of existence and the inspiration of my soul,
In it all flower the sizzling feeling I call “My love for her”.

Photo by Guilherme Stecanella on Unsplash

June 29, 2019 11:28 PMJuly 5, 2019 1:16 AM

Story Of The Day.

Twenty Ninth Day Of June – 2019.

Images of the yester years all around flew,
Like floating leaves in the season of fall,
Summer morning winds stronger felt,
As Sun and Moon shook hands and bid adieu.

I looked at myself and laughed in a dream I made,
Where an over weight man struggled to find ways to sleep,
No sleep into his eyes came as he found no ways,
To abandon thoughts about his love for his Little Boss.

Gravel roads stretched for miles, I have drawn,
And through those roads to the heart of American I drove,
Pixel by pixel I painted the scenes when as wayfarer passed,
And took a breather to stretch my back and legs.

Noon time came and disturbed my dream,
And avoiding reality I took another dive,
Into my drive but I couldn’t move through my dream
As a beauty from that neck-of-the-wood stole my mind.

Then from what I know of her face and beauty,
I enlightened my dream from past to present to future,
Oh’ my life is filled with her and thoughts about her,
And nothing else made sense without a thought about her.

Night and the world around crowded my reality,
To bring me to my knees as the dream in heart I wrote,
Gave and intoxicated feeling that kept me glad,
As to the night I bid adieu, once more God I thank,

For making my life beautiful by bringing her into my life.

June 29, 2019 3:07 AMJuly 5, 2019 1:16 AM

Story Of The Day.

Twenty Ninth Day Of June – 2019.

Day like a vampire came breaking the peace,
The night so vehemently kept under her cloak,
Sun danced hand in hand with the bright day,
As morning, noon and afternoon in light passed.

When I woke only the sound of my heartbeat heard,
But the passions of the day elevated the many sounds,
Some led to tears as soliloquy questioned conscience,
Some led to anger and night swiftly came and calmed.

The evening and early night saw Brewers play and lose,
A little more heaviness to carry in the heart,
Oh’, when losing, life will always be in the losing side,
As through the night, I passed I feel the vampire’s cry.

Oh’, in love I should be covering you, my dear,
Protecting you from all the wickedness of the world,
Fighting for you against worlds we know nothing about,
And here I am wrestling demons we know nothing about.

Let the new day come with all the evil machinations,
When where there is evil there is a good out there,
May that good be the love of you and I for each other,
May that love be the divine blessing you and I pray for.

June 28, 2019 1:38 AMJuly 5, 2019 1:16 AM

Story Of The Day.

Twenty Seventh Day Of June – 2019.

Oh’ if the mornings were rich in the same way they are pretty,
The world would have been a peaceful and harmonious place,
Not seeking riches or beauties into my bed I fell,
The wonders of life once more into my ears pillow whispered.

Noon came and left and I sleepwalked in the house,
Not in a trans but through parts of life that became hollow,
The sun slanted to the west like a hero who saved the world,
I looked up and saw the creation of God doing his job.

Ah’ every creation through the rules of life pass,
In the rules written by God and they all in discipline move,
I thought and thought and in the realities, I found I smiled,
Sat up and the sleep and dreams left me, then aloud I said,

“Oh’ God, rules you made and gave to every creation of yours,
And through those rules, we all move, succeed and may even fail,
The fragility of life and the magnificence of your aura we feel,
Rules of life and every blessing is for us made by you, not for you.

So break me from this utter boring life and bless me with love,
Give me the need of a man and change me from inside for her,
No act of you will burden the heart of this believer of truth,
May you bless her with the perfection of me as a blessing.”.

Somewhere in the depths of mind constant-companion¹ spoke,
“What makes you the well–deserved man of her love?”,
And to that evil force and his evil machinations I searched,
From what remained of the day I thought, then responded,

“Even if all the beauties of the world with all riches come,
And beg at me for love from me and prove to me,
Their love with absolute perfection and promise me heaven,
I can only love Little Boss, for, her heartbeat rhymes with mine.

“The moment I learned what I spoke, she is the love of my life,
One part of my life I lived in the world with charm ended,
As that was the training to love in perfection in my times,
Now the living of that love with her begins in our times.”.

The night calmed me down and even Nature cooled down,
Some thunders and showers help everything else to cool too,
As I prepare to fall into the wonderful world of sleep and dreams,
In the back of my eyelids I see, the manifestation of the love of mine.

1) A Qarin, according to Islamic literature, is a Jinn. Qarins are unique to each individual. Qarin literally means ‘constant companion’. A Qarin pushes a person to do evil things and to disobey Allah.

June 27, 2019 12:39 AMJuly 5, 2019 1:16 AM

Story Of The Day.

Twenty Sixth Day Of June – 2019.

Shade over this part of Earth slowly moved,
As day wiped away the fears of the night,
Those monsters who all hide under the bed,
Ah’ they became dust mites and fleas and fled.

The drowning dreams of love and marriage wept,
Helpless me looked away as no grudges I want,
To carry through this day and days to come,
Oh’, God promised his love not the love of Little Boss.

Melancholy in every corner of the house lingered,
As reality took every bit of that energy and made,
A crown in the forge of my mind where flames raised,
From my heart and soul and reality wore that crown.

Oh’ someday in kindness God will ask,
Why alone my entire life I lived,
In humility, I will answer that question,
Ending in the forgiveness I always seek.

“Oh’ God, you gave me a life in your ways I lived,
You gave me a heart with which to love from you I learned,
All my life I searched the world to find her my Little Boss,
But her love never came to me as a blessing from you.

None will I blame as the unknown fate somehow never meant,
Love from her for me and that reality I lived in the good,
You gave in which you taught and good and bad from you came,
I seek forgiveness for any misgivings of mine in my love.”.

The night came back with a vengeance and covered,
All the flaws mankind made in one day in this part of Earth,
I sweat in the heat of the day left for all to feel better,
Some laughed, some cried, and I looked at myself doing neither.