The howl of a wolf from far I heard,
The cunning darkness those howls break,
From them in fear I always ran,
A fear that grown thin every day.
Upon our own kindness we step,
And as if unknown away we walk,
Emotions are by products of senses,
And to express them Oh’ we forgot.
Another kind of emotions we have,
Far beyond any sense can comprehend,
Oh’ my love for you fades,
In those emotions none can ever understand.
When mind in earthly atmosphere suffocates, The flames of fire of unknown origin consume, What left of a heart that still beats, Beats in rhyme with your heart.
Curse those who made these cages,unseen,
Curse those who fabricated binding rules,
Curse those who drawn unseen lines,
Curse those who can never stop this bleeding.
The howl of many wolves from near I hear, They are growing in numbers every day, They will find me and eat me one day, Oh’ they will kill and eat in thankfulness, Than those who in fake love consumes a lifetime.
The young, young days that we all remember as sweet, Memories of a piece of time where we learned, The future so bright, yet, we all limited our dreams, With barb wires of rules, faith and unrelated connections.
Oh’ I wish life danced through the moonlight,
And grew high like a redwood in the rains,
But boxed ourselves within a realm none knows,
And looked up at the redwoods in awe.
Oh’ I wish life flown through time like a stream,
But neither life nor time can in real mean,
The burden of the stream that came in union,
Of the billions of drops from all around came.
Oh’ I wish life held me like my mother in her hands, Whe as a child many nights upon her palm I slept, And dreamt about the pleasantness of dream fulfillment, But life knew nothing about me to carry me to fulfillment.
Still the young, young days passed and about life never bothered. Same tunes of a broken symphony time again and again played, Same themes of an unfinished act life again and again played, Rewinding in repetition in a fast-paced world my time and life stayed.
The deeper and deeper I went into my own age I learned,
Neither time nor life in ways and means wronged,
As passion both in equal filled, Ah’ dreams from subconscious seen,
As the passing shots of a journey so wonderfully driven.
Every yard passed took me closer to a new reality and closer,
And every minute passed into history, a new line of verse written.
Ah’ the rhythm of the verses so vividly scattered, yet still connected,
Into life and time as one force and then I knew, I am in love with you.
Oh’
no, further and further the bottle too rolled,
Nothing can
intoxicate the mind more,
And stop it from knowing the loses,
O
the rough edges of life grind him down.
Through
shallow short cuts he tried,
To bury the pain, lived in the
depths of mind,
Sometime wishes joined hands with those
pains,
And memories held them all in wedlock.
Parent-less
childhood and uncontrolled youth,
O the good in life remained in
him mummified,
As through the darkest paths through life he
gained,
Intoxication no liquor or drugs can give.
As
for his life what season one can compare,
Everyday went like a
winter night, long,
Every night like a summer night, warm,
All
that meant to blossom, died away at budding.
Meaning
he searched and found none,
Patterns he followed with futile
effort,
Always behind, always waited, always failed,
And
success like mirages around him haunted.
Still
he gathered the will to live,
And for that he need no
intoxication,
The belief in life in him so strong stayed,
And
he fought his way against fate.
Though
rhymes in life never existed,
Tough mind found rhyme with
another dimension,
Then the mummified good shown him a way,
A
way to a beautiful soul with love for him filled.
Though
success remained as an elusive prey,
His own success was in his
battle against fate,
God indeed gave mankind the will to
choose,
God indeed made fate mankind’s enemy number one.
I will add you to my heart where you will dance, And in that rhythm my heart will beat, The dream you are oh’ my darling the dream you are, Where past, present and future blends to give me, The reality of that dream with the touch of your lips upon mine.
Oh’ in a dream I saw, a dead end I reached,
And with a heart that lost all hopes,
At the corner of the street I sat,
Crippled thoughts and dried out throat,
Oh’ even in the autumn cold,
Heat from inside felt,
And in heavy breathes I sweat,
And losing my breath I wept.
Got up I and around the block I walked,
Kicking pebbles and empty soda cans,
They all meant something sometime,
Precious pieces now in dust kicked,
By someone precious never was.
Oh’ how lost were I, I knew not,
As serenity became an old English word,
The actions to create tranquility, by the world discarded.
Sadness around me with light and wind danced,
“Disappointed I am” said I,
And again at the corner of the street I sat,
More gloom added by the clouds above gathered,
Then, Oh’ all barriers broken,
And a mix of green and blue light came,
Erasing every gloom around,
Soothing body and mind with coolness,
Oh’ like a feather covering me I felt,
As the tranquility of heavens unknown I felt.
The dream gone when into the morning I woke,
An aroma never ever felt filled my nose,
Then to see the visual manifestation of smell eyes I closed,
And from dark her face bloomed to my mind,
Oh’ senses in unity paused and nothing else I felt,
Then to me up close her eyes she showed,
The mix of hazel, blue, and greenish colored eyes I saw,
The beauty of the dusk as mascara upon her eyes I saw,
The passions of every heart of the future I felt,
The sanctity of womanhood upon her filled,
And upon her dissolved every disappointment of mine,
As smile after smile she showered,
Her smiles covered me with a feeling smooth,
Caressing every feeling and emotions deep,
Oh’ She, the true fulfillment of my dream,
A dream that shown every day of my remaining life,
Keeping her at a higher plain than me and everything on ground.
Oh’ to the cold morning winds I said,
Calm down, O naughty girls, calm down,
Prepare to spread the scents that fill a lovers heart,
Stand by to caress the cheeks soft and warm
Your friend will come out for her walks.
About her I thought I don’t know a lot,
But in the depths of those eyes I see,
Purity of a soul I’ll never learn in whole,
Gathered upon her is beauty in unique perfection,
Flaws of humans none can see upon her at all.
Little by little eagerness in my mind grew,
As the winds still hit upon my face,
And scrolled through my whole being,
Mind felt none of these at all,
As eagerness, in my waiting grown up to anxiety.
The willow branches clashed in vengeance,
The ones lost broke and fell right behind,
I still know she will never disappoint,
The whole nature and two eager eyes,
The whole feeling pounded my heart so fast.
The wind went behind me and pushed me ahead,
As if asking me to move from my petrified pose,
Accidentally my lips said what mind just thought,
Oh’ dear where are you in silence hide?
I looked around to see if anyone else around.
The naughty winds never calmed down,
But from all around growled into my five senses,
With bowed head I stood in disappointment,
As the beauty I waited, left me in waiting,
Anxiety now matured enough to pain my heart.
Then the winds just stopped hitting on my face,
But upon the willows they still danced,
The painful anxiety left me in that instant,
Calm before the storm in my heart I felt,
Then I saw her slowly walking through the garden path.
Eyes never flickered, ears heard her soft foot steps,
The wind now rested upon the willows,
The rays of the morning sun warmed all around,
She never looked at me at all but my mind said she knew,
A harmless poet not from far absorbed her beauty.
On this day she walked holding her hand so tight,
Then turned to me and smiled from the depths of her heart,
I closed my eyes and opened them again,
She was gone, not another sight of her I saw,
And the winds came back with all their naughtiness.
For a long time kept my eyes closed and seen her in my mind,
Then got up and wrote her in full before her image faded,
As the last words were written down in my mind she filled,
Now all of you will see her and know her in the same way I do.
In the sunlight facing westward she sat,
Not looking at anything but,
The book of cheaper romance,
More beauty inside than outside found,
Still upon the dry clean sheet the pencil I pressed.
Between the curly hair her pretty face shined,
And what dark part, the graphite pencil can draw,
Mind can’t figure out still the silhouette slowly started,
To appear on the sheet from her left temple that glowed,
The kind face of sun in every ray from her reflected.
The line the pencil drew so smooth,
Towards the eyebrow bending,
Then the dark eyebrow draw, curved,
The brittle eye lashes covered the edge of the eyes,
The eyeballs were hard to fix,
As if in a dream, fast they moved.
And a little bulge my pencil felt,
As a little smile upon her face blossomed,
As the pencil curved through her cheeks,
And came all the way towards the only ear I can see,
Between those curly hairs pointed hide and seek it played.
From the outlines the pencil went,
To copy the fainted shadows,
The smiling, rosy cheeks leave around the eyes,
Oh’ I can see the rays of the evening sun fight,
To land upon those eluding eyes.
Then the pencil went about to draw her nose,
A little curve that went up to a rounded tip,
Those little nostrils where the air she breathed,
Oh’ that heart gets its air from those, I wondered,
As the three dimensional touch the pencil finished.
Then what remained were those lips,
They twisted and many times whispered,
That which she read and those occasional smiles,
The pencil in my hand as it finished her lips shivered,
As deep into mind the image of a beautiful face, merged.
Oh’ with an apologetic mind I walked away,
As deeper and deeper into her romance she fell,
Not knowing through the tip of a pencil an artists too,
Felt a little crush at a beautiful poetry,
The unimaginable supreme being wrote.
Rain upon the vast ocean lashed,
Not a storm still the ocean in ecstasy roared,
The salty waves rolled its muscle over the shore,
And left dead weeds and algae from deep under.
Along came the bubbles in millions at a time,
All blown up by the drops falling hard from above.
Crabs running around with their mouth wide open,
Grabbing a drop or two of fresh water.
Broken Corals lying around helpless,
Unwanted even by the land upon which they landed.
Shells of fish eaten shellfish lie empty,
Oh’ those empty shells, life cut short for a meal.
Standing by the shore, I can only imagine,
The life of the shellfish deep under,
Years to mature then some may get dirt to irritate,
And that imperfection with a secretion covered,
Layer after layer the rest of the life,
The cover up of that imperfection make,
The purest of the pure from the ocean found,
Which as the ocean’s pearl we adore.
The streets with cars filled,
Through the city like veins in a body pass,
The milestones stood to show,
The distances passed,
The landmarks stood with memories,
Of the millions of eyes passed.
Oh’ how many faces through my eyesight passed?
Many turned their faces away in distrust,
Many stared with suspicion,
So many hide behind the veil of lipstick and rouge,
There are those who cared nothing for their faces,
As none stared at their faces but,
At their half naked bodies with lust stared.
Oh’ how many of them made the imperfections of mine?
I don’t know, as life only spoke in similes and metaphors,
But when I stare at these waves unfolding,
Spreading through the soft sand shore,
Caressing my feet and shy away,
All those faces like the bubbles blown away,
As upon this imperfection layer after layer love laid,
And made the love of mine as the pearl of your heart,
Oh’ all impurities of my mind and actions washed away,
As the purest of the pure, my love for you became,
And forever in the heart of yours I’ll remain,
As the purest, priceless pearl of the vast of ocean of our life.
The dry landscape in the summer sun yearned, For the touch of water but none came from above, Dusts blown up in the warm wind spread a scent, Of a burned out dream that became a memory unknown.
Ah’ loneliness needs no sense for a lover to bow his head,
As in distant mirages smiles without fading, lingered, And the falling dust gave a rhythm for a heart to beat, Yet another time in the hope of finding a counterpointing beat.
When no heart beat found as a reason for a heart to beat, A series of alien actions life in chaos became, Ah’ all that stood in the perfection of beauty became meaningless, As all that mattered was the love of her that faded with the mirages.
The world screamed, the conscience roared to find another heart, The lover stood with a smile when no love can be given, To anyone else but to the one soul engraved the verses of love. The smile became laughs and then to tear filled sobs none cared.
Oh’ reality stood motionless as nothing a lonely heart did fit, As loneliness cannot be understood in any reality mankind known.
