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Elephants…. Doing it.. oooh

Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince-Trailer.

The glitter from eyes long lost,
Darkness, through blank thoughts danced,
Pain of unknown origin whipped again and again,
The castles built way above than one can see,
All fell apart into the invisible life.

Choices made they bound life like,
A string filled with thorns tight,
Everywhere when to escape tried,
Only more pain came from those unruly monsters,
Who bound and bound a life into shattered mirrors.

Every bit of that mirror reflected,
Every moment spend in consciousness,
Behind it all in clarity can be seen,
The fire of love decorating every moment lived,
Some ended in fire consumed,
Some stayed when fire put out.

Those remained outnumbered those lost,
But when grounded to dust by the binding string,
It itself left an image with wreath of fire ornamented,
For the stupid to laugh once more in mockery of life.

Michael Learns To Rock – Breaking My Heart

For people who know me very well they know that the main site of mine is LonelyPoet.Com. Now for couple of years I tried to keep this as the main site. I tried to divide sites with poems there and blog here, later I tried to merge it all into this site. Leaving the other site. There was a time when I left xanga for a reason and spent my time only in that site. I came back understanding nothing matters anymore. The problem with LonelyPoet.Com was I built the website with Invision Power Board software so it was an interactive site. That became a problem there as people started fighting and every other day I have to warn people or ban their IP and later it became filled with spammers and porn site advertisers. Now I moved the site to WordPress and don’t allow any comments there, which brought some peace of mind to me. This site also is going to be that way. Those who want to read my works can read it either in LonelyPoet.Com or in Xanga PoetryBox. To all the people who commented on this site understand, my decision is not based on any of your actions and please please please don’t take it personal. The last time I tried to make this a read only site, someone did the same. Couple of others blocked me, some parents emailed me saying their kids are good kids and all. Don’t do anything. Its just that I am trying a different way to reach out to you.
Alright. I will visit your sites and leave comments nothing changes in that way okay.

It can be one day, week, month, year or a decade…. I don’t know. I am going on a break.

Like one of my Russian friend who video chats with says …. Chmok Chmok Do Svidaniya it means Kiss Kiss Bye.

I think I told this many times before. I don’t write much in Springand Summer. I write when the weather is cold. I once even wrote a poemabout it. These days, mmm, I can write ten poems a day, as there are alot of ideas that comes to my mind. But I say, it is too hot to write.hehehe.
  I don’t forget promises, I am a man of my words. Hope you all understand what I mean. You will soon see.

Now the poem, there are times when on a given moment you will feel thatthe whole moment or piece of time is a repetition. I have gone throughthat many times. Thinking about those times I got the following poem. Iwrote it as I thought it is worth writing it.

A thousand images through the mind passed,
Illusions from real life events weaved,
Ruled the mind with vigor of a cold war dictator,
Ah’ as the alternatives in pathetic formulas failed,
Some images to mind came,
Which only in imaginations lived.

Time raced at the face and fell behind,
Into days, months and years gone by forever,
The chaos, the high speed, the sudden breaks,
Into the whirlpool of time all went away,
All a mockery of the given illusion, life,
That grown and spread like the blue sky.

Between time’s magical movement,
A reality into every moment blended,
Passions, fantasy and fascinations played,
Oh’ reality lost its meanings in time,
And every sense along with it fabricated,
Images of long lost passions that remained.

Amid those images mind in never ending search,
To find that one real face that sprouts memory,
Memory of a happy moment mind always cherished,
But sometime in ones own failures,
And sometime for the happiness of others withdrawn,
Now mind know not which image is real or fantasy.



There is a new direction my mind see, it is worth thinking about it.When imaginations turns to words in mind, You all sure will see thosewords here.

Here is a riddle.

I am lazy these days, as I am waiting for something. It ispretty much waiting I can do. So other than waiting I cannot do much. Thesedays I use my Treo as a modem to connect to the internet using PDA.Net.As I am waiting for phone calls daytime, during daytime I don’t connect to thenet at all. Night also I am not much on the net except for some quick visits toblog sites like Xanga, Facebook, Myspace and emails I cannot access using Treo.During the waiting the following poem kinda got into me. In the end I looked ata photograph to really understand the beauty to finish the poem. Which photograph??Aha… the answer goes into my vault of secrets which only love can open.hehehe.Now whoever knows me very well should look back, way back after reading thewords of this poem carefully, then they will understand what picture I lookedat…

Enjoy.

Waiting Beauty.

About the childhood days a lullaby she wrote,
And forgot every word of that well rhymed verse,
About the adolescent days a ballad she wrote,
And let world around her fall in love with love.

All the gone by days and years as a monument stood,
Of a life from the roughest thoughts polished,
As a gem of the precious nature,
Shedding light into even the darkest minds.

A narrative about the lifetime ahead she must write,
Alone in this world she never will be,
As she know what loneliness means,
Alone she never will leave, any loving heart, in pain.

And with every moment of the rest of her life,
A monument of love, compassion and joy she will build,
Everyone through her sense passed,
As heavenly blessings through their life will cherish.

Beautiful she is and the beauty inside her out glows,
The beauty mankind ever seen,
And that beauty in the perfection of life celebrates,
And that beauty in the imperfection of life weeps.

A beauty in all perfection for the woman in her waits,
As world around her in hopes and wishes gathers,
To celebrate the love and compassion of the blessing,
That comes from the life of a wonderful woman.

I owe you all a lot of picturesand videos. I promised that. I tried to upload it but it didn’t work out. Iwill try again later in the weekend. Hope you all doing great out there in thiswonderful summer. I am feeling a bit lost, well, I am honest, and some how Iwant to escape into a dream. But dreams and their fulfillments are all forpeople who truly understands, how lucky they are. I don’t think I belong inthat group anymore.

From Broken Patterns. 

The little games playedaround in the innocence years,
Oh’ how wonderful memoriesin the mind they lay,
Every bit of time inimaginations spent,
And every imagination like abit inside a kaleidoscope. 

Ah, those wonderful patternsthose bits of no value made,
Through years that left innocencein growth of mind and body,
Still in the mind colors andshapes from those patterns came,
None ever repeated,everything left leaving a beautiful impression. 

Meanings defined, Oh’ theyall meaningless remained,
Predications made, Ah, theytoo became blabbering,
Of a mind in a bubbled upfantasy land,
That made the bits andpatterns in time, valueless. 

Then came a glow that unitedall those patterns,
In beauty and charm unknownto all senses,
That took the shape of aloving heart,
And became real in you.

My whereabouts must be kept secret for security reasons…hehehe… truly. The reason…. mmmm… that’s another secret. There is only one xangan in recent times who had seen me. Oohlahlah…. what a wonderful person she is.. came to me at the airport and told hello LP… and said I am Oohlahlah..
Now I am at the verge of being lost… there is only one who can save me.. that’s myself. I don’t know what makes me think that way, well that’s the way I am thinking now. I will let you know the results soon.

The Pledge.

Middle of all with a hungry soul,
Thriving for the touch of all,
The existence of this soul, none feels,
Oh’ insanity may be an exit with blessings come.

An alley step by step passed,
Howling from all corners heard,
The one whisper for which yearns,
Only silence from that corner came.

Why would you leave me in eternal pain,
Why not leave a feeling from far I can love,
Oh’ your silence in the heat of pain melts,
My heart like a candle in altar stands.

The howling stopped and wayfarers left,
Mongrels scavenging trash cans from one time meal,
When walking by those growls, once more pledged,
Die with a hungry soul or with fulfilled love.

I said stupid in the title, yes, it was not a mistake, I did it again. I booked the ticket all wrong. I booked the ticket for June 19th and the flight time was 12:15AM. Then I booked tickets from Cochin to Mumbai and from Mumbai to Delhi on June 19th. When I reached New Delhi airport they told me the mistake I made. I just stood there not knowing what the hell happened. Then came this girl she asked me what is the problem. I told her ” Super Stupidity” and explained to her my situation. She took my passport and e-ticket paper and left talked to some people and came back with a ticket and told me to proceed to the check in lane fast. I did moved fast, looking for a pen in my bag. Once I got into the lane I turned to see her waving me bye. I said thank you and I am sure she read my lips and she smiled and went to another passenger. She wore glasses and is an employee of American Airlines in Delhi. That’s all I know. That was the stupid and Insincere part. I was thinking all the way during the flight what sort of a man I am, not even thanking her for the help I did.
  The flight was terrible, the food in the plane sucked big time, the flight attendants were rough, one even threatened me saying, I will call the Air Marshall and get you arrested, for using the toilet more than 5 min( I brushed my teeth and took a shave there hehehe). Well at the end of the day I am tired, feeling too fat but back.

Now how fat I become, look at me with Kunjhi Thangal, He is a family friend and one of the direct descendants of Prophet Mohammed(PBUH). I am going on a crash diet program from tomorrow to get rid of all the excess fat I got… in the language of the airline people… get rid of the excess baggage. hehehe…

Have a great weekend everyone. I am going to sleep all night tonight and tomorrow… before I start driving…