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Innocence in the early age that comes,
From all corners of the world to you,
As majority of the Earth with water covered,
Surround you and even in that walking in solitude,
Through the wooded paths of life and you turn,
To look back at paths passed and footprints left.

The wonders seen in a world in all chaos still beautiful,
The wonders heard in all the screams that still echoes,
The wonders learned, all tools of life to be lived,
Everything one element in a flight of fantasy in a journey,
No details ever mattered as through life in a hurry flown,
Into that seaside, where nothing ever ends but a new beginning.

Innocence all through the wonders of life danced,
When moment of happiness, sadness, and anger clutched,
Innocence teaching to laugh at all as silly little things,
Teaching to see little things big and heavenly send,
Teaching to open heart into bigger than the known big,
Of the universe and receive life’s blessing one element at a time.

A path that leads to an inevitable dusk,
Where in the same way one came to the wonders of world,
Solitude awaits for the cheerful, the broken hearted, and the mute,
Solitude one feels as every sunset one watches, silence inside grows,
Silence that brings meanings unknown to the forefront of mind,
Where pain and passion evolves into the gain and compassion.

Every step passed a stop on a rough road in the long journey,
The rough pebbles pained the legs, yet, the paths must be passed,
Even upon pebbles, a footprint we all must leave without leaving none,
The inevitable end one must not care about, for, beyond it, all unknown,
When walking sideways I begin, in the sight of footprints I remember
The love for you I carried in my heart left footprints no time can erase.

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The fantastic morning wept when she left,
As the lord of the day melted every bit of dew,
Ah’ it looked like the tears of the morning fairies,
Yet, the world rejoiced in the warmth of spring.

The branches in the warmth to sprout stretched,
As the trees rooted deeper to find more hold,
The cunning cold still tried hard to keep his grip,
Hid beneath skins of trees away from the shinning sun.

Sun like a fiery ball with his uncompromising pride shined,
In the warmth woke thin air winds who took the touch of sun,
And danced upon the branches beneath where the lazy cold hid,
Then from plains came a pretty bird unseen in beauty by mankind.

The poet stood unaware to the unfolding magic of nature,
The bird watched again and again and listened to his verses,
The she fluttered her wings in quietness not to disturb his peace,
But the thin air took her wing scents and texture unto him.

Upon his reciting lips the wind touched like a kiss,
And his eyes he opened, ah’ the wonderful kiss he felt,
Nothing he saw, nothing he heard, just the touch of her from far,
Heart smiled, soul danced, ah’ beauty of love forever he felt.

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The night wrapped the world around me and suppressed,
Every bit of light and brought eyes sleepy chaos.
Then to the coming dream I asked,
“Do you know the pain of a broken heart?”

Silence surrendered me to the darkest part of the dark,
Where even the phantoms of the world dare to embark
Then I felt a movement in the passions that surrounded,
And to my sleep and my conscience a tweeting voice spoke.

“Have you ever felt the beginning of the winds,
That twirls and explode the atmosphere and becomes a storm?
Have you ever known the pain of a mother,
Who lost her child before the child known the world?

Have you ever felt the first touch of the first leaf of fall?
Have you ever woke from a dream in which you lost,
A fight with an unknown enemy whom you can never know?
All that together brings, a grain of pain what a broken heart feels”.

With very question of the tweeting voice I saw,
The reality of the answer that in my eyes came,
And stayed until a drop of tear filled my eyes,
Except the pain of a mother that I will never know.

Into darkness I woke, hearing the sounds of heaters,
I know no dream hold me down oppressed,
Ah’ through the day into the next night I slept.
For a dream to speak eight lines of verses of present reality.

Conscience questioned my life as a poet and a lover,
And to him I said, “Feel the peace that comes to us,
When with a broken heart every night to sleep I fall,
But with the power of love in verses every time I wake,

The power of verses found only in my love for her.”.

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When eyes are moist, a silhouette of you I still see.
The sprouted anguish at a fate well written,
Yet, misunderstood by my mind as a romantic feelings,
Championed every emotion, but still blurred vision.

The foggy weather through the air spread,
Wind rested upon pine trees as if in fear,
Oh’ is it from my anguish at fate or in quarrel,
With my fate, everyone misunderstood as my mischief?

My actions, my fate and, a world at odds with my love,
“Time will never slow down” they say, ah’ my time paused,
All I did for the world and you at me to frown,
Where words beaded in verses saying “I love you”.

The changed times and minds all around us scatter,
The face of life reddened and faces of us in love smiled,
Fools we will be if our eyes we keep off from each other,
Let us be the champions of each other in life and love.

The world one day around us may perish into dust,
We will perish to dust with each other’s love some day,
But ah’ my love for you I know will not perish in time,
Nor will be stolen by anyone here and hereafter.

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The empty sheets so pale yet so pure looked,
Ah’ no metaphor can bring the heart of a poet,
To a paper nor could any singer could sing,
His pain, as his imagination across the universe spread.

From darkness to blankness and to black and white,
Oh’ “every image carries a thousand words” they say,
Every verse of a poet sprouts a thousand images in minds,
Of readers who imagines and completes the poetry.

Some writers to artificial imagery fall,
Oh’ intoxicated minds they lose reality,
Some fall for addiction to fame and fortune,
Ah’ falling life through fingers they can’t control.

Then there are those who with emotions play,
Oh’ not any addiction or artificial imagery they seek,
Through reality of space and time they move and write,
Life in its essence, gladness they take from a bit of love.

Romance many write as romance they do,
When balance of reality and emotions in timelines fit,
Ah’ a writer of romance or a lover who is loved.
Oh’ what he should be becomes a terrible dilemma.

Fell back then looked ahead, then looked deeper,
Ah’ those eyes, those lips, the masquerading make up,
That smile, those little frowning, the anger, the gladness,
Ah’ always will be a lover who at times may write his love.

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The winds tried a dance with the golden rays,
But the shy girl through swaying branches eluded,
The touch of wind through the leaves swirled,
And lightened the touch with sprouting leaves.

Oh’ Nature you are the mother who touches a mind,
With love for a doubting mind and, burns,
Like the setting sun and then all night dreams,
Then wake up with the rising sun with rejuvenated love.

Oh’ Nature you are the one who held the hands,
When none else stood by and held hands in pride,
And all gave looks and murmurs of doubts and dread,
Always shown life in full, raised when fell in despair.

Though her mind an ocean of wonderful mysteries,
Loving the unknown, unknowingly through the known,
Shown, touched and, taught what her love means,
Ah’ even the darkness you have shown beautified her soul.

The world around, the life around ah’ all in witness stands,
Some knows; most in their own affairs lost to notice,
The pain of a heart that in every beat rhymes,
With her love, who knows his love and smiles at hope.

Oh’ Nature, who wraps Earth with seasons,
Teach her how a heart feels, how a man aches,
How hands thrives a touch and eyes fills in her image,
And a soul for her happiness and love dedicated.

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Oh’ through the Nature I looked,
From the west to east and east to west,
Absorbing everything from my heart I sang,
Verses about my love and the one I love.

When in everything I sense I feel you,
Ah’ even Mother Nature in jealous weep,
Wiping off those showers of tears more I love,
More to taste happy tears I have never tasted.

Not a dream seller I am nor a dream weaver,
Ah’ dreams of mine are filled with you,
So no dream can I drown or float away,
For in the realization of them is a definition.

The definition of you and I, ah’ a fulfillment,
Of us like a stagnant pond in the woods stands,
Why torture minds when love you and I taste?
Ah’ why fear to be you and I for each other?

You and I oh’ dear are part of the present a reason,
Not another fancy of an unloving evil machination,
What breaks hearts will laugh through our times,
What unites us will spread light through times.

So weave your dream our faces standing eye to eye,
Hand in hand, and heart beating in other’s joy.
Whatever maybe the fate that brought us together,
Let us not fall for the ills of it but make it a memory of love.

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Let me start the morning for you

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Emotionless stood trees as if awaiting some hope,
Drained were the essence from their barks stretched,
In seasons passed and creatures cracked, mercilessly.
Disappointments turned to anger and sadness and froze,
Mind and passions like an ocean under iceberg spread.

Calmness came when present forgotten and deeper crept,
Light from some unknown lucky stars that brought faces,
To mind’s eyes and spread joy that in turn rejuvenated,
A man’s spiritual realms and material being with images,
Ah’ wished and wished they were yours and I was blessed.

What expression man can make for the world to understand?
The fallen sadness meant a learning and an understanding,
That you are the fulfillment of a journey of a lifetime traveled,
The pain, the waiting, the yearning all bound to a reality,
And that reality unfolded when sadness fell with just your smile.

Then the man sat at shore with a heart loaded with dreams,
Of past and faces passed with promises came and left sadness,
One by one I made them into small sail boats with faces filled,
And let them sail into the unknown winds from darker clouds,
What befell them I can’t care as the present and the future is you.

The fallen emotions with hopes and new imaginations raised,
Oh,’ the spiritual energies diluted into the blood and filled,
Every bit of me who grown young though timed aged my time.
As the anthem of mine, these days rang bells and sang,
Unrhymed verses that made you the symbol of true happiness.

Hours of days, days of weeks with her in mind spent,
That passion though not clearly known funneled the essence,
Of the fuel that made a nobody into a lover, one with nothing,
A caring man, a better lover, through verses to the world express,
His love and how wonderful the one who feels his love.

Then there is the reality, the monster that forces hide ‘n’ seek,
Where expressions get twisted beyond recognition and fear,
Oh,’ fear that dabbles hearts into dreamless, sleepless, seclusion.
A fire that empties expressions in that fear and returns nothing.
Ah’ I only take a smile in return that fuels my love for you.

The smile through my soul burns every second of the day.

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The howling winds rolled way up above in chanting,
The prayers of minds lost in love and lost their love,
Fabricated life rooted all around the barren lands,
The lost greenery felt like the love lost to memory.

The dawn choreographed the dew drops dance,
Twilight yawned and woke up the East,
“Oh’ horizons of my birth” my waking soul wept,
Memories filled my soul with her faces for me to smile.

Then to the west I looked as gloom set with twilight in East,
The spreading warmth about an up coming sprint sang,
Those murmurs like chanting monks bare naked trees echoed,
The scattered clouds united and showered a blessing upon my love.

What threads from nature I will take and weave,
A new dream for me to spread through my senses,
You are not a dream, not a story, not a metaphor,
You are the love that redefined and rediscovered my love.

Every bit of Nature and every bit of imaginations showed,
Only you and only through you I feel the real and unreal,
And Nature for you and I spread every thread for us to weave,
Our love that together we braid. never to be torn or unbound.

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