The Bird Feeder.

 

 

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The Bird Feeder.

The day from the clutches of a dark Lord broke away,
And through the landscapes along with Mother Earth moved,
Oh’ what a wonderful morning a poet watched,
As mind in the rhythms of happy thoughts danced.

Happy thoughts that came along a singing bird,
She sang and sang as if to impress hearts,
And then the empty can of bird feed I noticed,
Oh’ what a crime to leave the singer hungry

Out to the growing yard I went,
And saw a wing of her away from all in flight,
Took the can and with a smile I filled,
The seeds and grains birds of her kind loved.

Left I and upon the steps I sat,
To see the singer with gratitude feed,
Nothing I heard, no bird I saw,
No wind I felt, no leaf for the warmth of eyes swayed.

Without much thought back into home I came,
My chores I did and when tying my shoes I heard,
The sweet voice of a bird singing,
Through the window at her I peeped.

She sang and sang and then slowly ate,
Then upon a strung string she walked,
Then on to the maple tree jumped,
And there through every branch she danced.

Her dance I watched Oh’ the best of the dances I’ve ever seen,
Many steps she laid ah, wonderful images in mind left,
For whom she danced I know not,
As when my presence she felt into the depth of sky she flown.

Many days with the same rituals passed,
And the bird every time my presence felt, away she flown,
Wondered if she knew, to her no harm I meant,
Feed her as long as hands can I thought.

Many times only in nights the can I filled,
One day the bird in my presence may dance I thought,
Filled the can knowing somewhere in peace of night slept,
In her own ways, with her own love, unknowing all she slept

Then a night came when the can I filled,
And slept with not much thought about the bird,
That day I saw her dancing in all passions filled,
But flown away when my presence she felt.

In her dance the nature around thrilled,
And in my presence the wind with her flown,
The clouds way above covered the smiling sun,
And the gloom even in the petals of roses felt.

Oh’ out there for a while I sat all stunned,
Then with a pledge in mind back home I walked,
Never to try to watch the bird dance or hear her sing,
But to stay hidden from her eyes and fill the feeding can at night.

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Journey To A Never Ending Daydream.

 

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Journey To A Never Ending Daydream.

Waking up from a material dream I walked,
Oh’ away from the material life I walked,
Meaningless mockery of the material world I heard,
Peasant I am not in the matter of love,
As Godly love, in my heart and soul filled.

When by the doors of material love I walked,
Hearing verses in words of sweetness weaved,
Some with romantic intoxication filled,
Some with lust driven passions filled,
Oh’ the language of the heart by humanity given,
To extinction when words used, in actions became meaningless.

Ah’ in there some played music with emotions filled,
Each instrument a different emotion suggested,
Some danced in the tunes and rhythm of others,
Some danced looking at other’s moves,
All seemed prying on material hallucinations.

Passed many doors, many faces I saw,
Sad at times I felt, angry at times I felt,
But there were moments when pleasant I felt,
As verses, music and dance gave senses a beautiful nurture,
And hopes, dreams and wishes guided,
Grip of soul for many years mind lost,
Heart pounded in yearning to be loved, untiringly.

That material world to accept I cannot,
And the door closed in winds of material naughtiness.
Turned back and looked at those paths through which passed,
Nothing to venture back, for those bridges burned behind.

The lake not so far away I saw,
Locked and sealed the door tight and I walked,
To the lake, the never ending daydream,
Leaving drops of tears I never wanted to shed.

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To The New Dream Architect.

 

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To The New Dream Architect.

Grab me by my conscience; break the silence of my soul,
Build the castle, in which we can roam,
Like silly love birds, singing and filling hearts with love.

Take the words of mine from the scattered thoughts of mine,
Like a goldsmith takes the dusts of gold,
Merge in your emotions and in your soul melt,
And pour it upon the soul of mine.

But careful in every action and words you should be,
For in my soul you will see prints of another soul, engraved,
Whose image you will never see,
Whose voice you will never hear,
Never bother her even with your thoughts,
As nothing ever from my soul will unbind,
Those thoughts, laughs and disappointments we shared,
But lost all in the tears we shed,
When times through lives played an uncouth dance,
And we fell apart with a generation standing in between.

Never give me the pain of waiting,
Never fail to ask a question in mind,
Fear not about the intentions of mine,
For in purity cast are my thoughts,
And purer than the tears of a newborn are my intentions.

About my love and relationship never you should ask,
For there exists a girl with all pure intentions I looked,
The crazy world, the crooked world Oh and me in it all,
Made her leave a mark in my soul,
A mark that will make me feel,
Her in my soul forever and forever,
Never will I let another soul love mine,
For a criminal I will become in faking the love of mine.

Writer I am and none else I am,
Stories and poems of mine are all you should care,
The poet is a reason for lighting a flame in reader’s soul,
What burns in there the poet can’t control,
Know that well when you leave a smiling image for me.

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Love Regained.

 

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Love Regained.

The air above the lake in even pace moved,
And the water below like a venom spitting serpent rolled,
The land like a lover in patience laid,
The storm has arrived every mind told.

The wanderer by the woods he stood,
As pines clashed in unknown vengeance,
Everything material in ear piercing thunders shook,
And the wind took an yellow rose and laid,
At the footstep of the aging wanderer.

Looking deep into the valley he stood,
As no storm nature blow can sway,
The mind of a man who feel none,
As every feeling in his mind focused,
Upon the eyes of the darling unseen.

Ah’ what wonders life at you can throw?
What wonders Mother Nature can show?
The seen and heard, the tasted and smelt,
Oh’ though not touched they all fragments of a reality
Reality of a wonderful childhood dream,
When upon the terrace of a home a boy sat and dreamt,
About an unbelievable future he may never have.
The Earth at Sun stared and glowed,
The Moon stayed away as witness of that warmth,
As through dark matter universe moved,
That little boy too through time and space moved,
And Romance as the medium he took,
To see the unseen,
The hear the unheard,
The feel the unknown.

So all that known sways him not,
As the storm in fury lashed,
Lightning right beside him touched,
The ground shook with the fallen trees,
Even in the wild destruction all he found,
The beauty no one else cared to notice.

Horizons united and all around exploded,
The storm violently all around spread,
Every creature in fear all around ran,
With a smile the wanderer walked,
As mind far away with a pretty soul danced,
And through every bit of what Mother Nature unleashed enhanced,
The belief in the unseen,
Who in turn gave him the feelings of love for her,
That through every vein to every corner of him spread,
And the missing element his time and space found,
The joy of his love to every corner spread,
And a smile upon all that knows him sprouted,
As the love for her through his hand slipped, he regained.

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Love Made Me An Unknown Man To Myself.

 

 

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Love Made Me An Unknown Man To Myself.

The sea like the vastness of imaginations spread,
In depths, dark and mysterious secrets held,
Silence in some corners in stillness loomed,
And roaring waves with unknown vengeance unrolled.

The vastness of sea and imaginations merged,
As near the never ending shore I sat,
The wicked winds with fury against my mind flew,
Splashing waves into imaginations, diluting images in mind.

Mind a Pandora’s Box none want to open,
And through the vastness of time mind upon imaginations flew,
Backwards through every moment with her in apologies,
And in tiredness of my dreams, time in exhaustion fell.

The galloping time returned me to a reality so ugly,
The pathos of a tune many times heard lingered,
Still for a moment about her I remembered,
And a million roses in the folds of my heart danced,

When against the wicked winds walked,
Once more to the vastness of the sea I looked,
Ah’ somewhere in the depths of that sea lost,
A man in all truths I no longer recognize in me.

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She – Fifteen.

 

 

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She – Fifteen.

Darkened sky Oh’ in all horizons filled,
Frozen clouds like mountains stood,
As in the lands below snow froze,
Then a poet sang a poem looking at you.

 Nature drowned in your eyes,
And filled deep into your soul,
Out from the soul flown,
Feelings filled with romantic poetry.

Ah’ those verses in the mind of a poet filled,
And your image by five sense painted,
And that image danced and danced and wrote,
Time of future second by second with every step.

Oh’ many dreams with you in mind one can weave,
But the colors of light into seven whithered.
Then every color a verse of prayer wrote,
In the essence of love of yours.

The magic of life through nature spread,
As love for you from every corner bloomed,
Even in the freeze of winter, spring warmth felt,
As the warmth of your love in every corner felt

When with a soul filled with love this poet sang,
The healing power of love with love of yours increased,
And every wounds of past from mind healed,
And left beauty of smiles on face as a birth mark.

Oh’ future thrived to be touched by you,
Stallions of future time like caged lions roared,
No path to future without your footsteps can unfold,
As in your love filled eyes times of future I see.

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An Irrevocable Promise.

 

 

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An Irrevocable Promise.

One by one days have gone,
Night like days and day like nights,
All part of luck only heaven knows.
As all I feel is a squeeze in my soul.

One by one to shed the memories I tried,
Day after day failure adored my attempts,
All part of a life with smiles I welcomed,
Smiles with the taste of tears to abandon I tried

The good thoughts I thought,
The good wishes I wished,
The good dreams I dreamt
Ah’ all in conscience a calamity brewed.

Every thought and wish from my mind I can erase,
Every dream from my future I can wipe,
The promise I once gave my conscience never to forget you,
Oh’ no evil deed of yours from my life can erase.

Love bound my soul to yours beyond recovery.

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A Look Back

The idea behind these writings is to bring a thought out into words in 5 minutes. Here is one of them.

5 Min Scribbles

Thoughts flashing through mind,
Some where gathered by the subconscious,
Most came from fragments reality left behind,
By the storm of life at time of birth began.
Others were dead leaves that once stood with a tree,
Cut down by fantasy of better time, space and uncouth ignorance,
Never ever a thought flashed through my mind,
Where you will keep on running on that hamster’s wheel,
Set by the world around who all in stupidity thrives.

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The picture was taken in 1997 in Chennai, India. I was a student at the Pentafour Technologies doing training and studying to get the IBM Mainframe Certification that eventually brought me to United States. We used to hang out at  an amphitheater there and sleep was almost nil. From my appearance you can see I never followed any style or fashion trends. I used to wear a pocket watch and the glasses were plain ones I have worn.  The trekking shoes were actually big for my legs but that’s how I liked it.   By around this time I knew I am done with India.  Go find ‘Never Ending Day Dreams’ in PoetryBox.Us to know what those thoughts were.. The moustache was there even after coming to USA. But I shaved it off the day I saw the first grey hair on my face. Hey I maybe ‘Much Older’ but not too old.

Watch This Facebook Video Why I Never Followed The Notion People Say As “Grow Up”.

 

Hesitant Lovers.

 

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Hesitant Lovers.

Oh’ Many, many lines of verse he wrote,
To speak to her, the reason of his heartbeats,
And all those verses in eagerness she read,
Then in silent reverie she left.

Oh’ or is it a purposeful forgetfulness?
As in the boxes of modern day romance,
And frames of life drawn by her fears,
This man can no longer fit in style and age?

A poet’s pen which writes verses of love she fears?
Or a mind in which every moment her face tirelessly drawn?
Or is she in fear that any sight and thought of him may bring,
Likes and romance for him in her mind?

Oh’ none knows what words or actions of him she dreads,
But every word in her a lifetime of love bred,
And beyond knowledge of her and him love spread,
As intoxicated by love for each other in their soul brewed.

In the mind of the poet continued,
Versifying the whispers from her heartbeat echoed,
And every bit of feeling as counterpoint felt,
Ah’ every bit of time birthed and became history,

History of a romance between two hesitant hearts,
Even when forcefully they turned their heads away.

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Five Little Pigs

The first little pig loved himself,


The second little pig loved the first one,


The third little pig loved no one,


The fourth little pig loved to be afraid,


The fifth little pig loved everyone.

All of them united to be just me.

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