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Hello Everyone,

       Not even one comment for my Elton John post.. Duh… There is an important message in that post. Which most of you did not understand. Now go back to that post and read what I am saying. Listen to the song and listen to the lyrics. Or read it.

 

   Now here is a poem… it don’t properly conclude I am just ending with praying words. Yes.. everything is beautiful, everything is wonderful, a while back I said… I am throwing my love up in the air and hope my love comes down with another’s love. Yes it is happening. Read the poem.. it will tell you more.

Into The Eyes Of Future.

 

On a mid winter evening late,

Mild breeze lingered at the windows closed,

But thoughts flown far away into the depths,

Of roads way ahead in a lifetime to come,

The eyes of future I search not,

As those green eyes fulfill my search.

 

Thoughts in burning of a shooting star disturbed,

But the sizzled winter air danced through the villas,

And the moon dazzled her beauty all around me,

In the envy that in my mind is a beauty this nature unseen.

 

She filled in my soul that left empty,

She filled my face with smiles always,

In my joy found her own happiness,

And in those happy sweet tears reflected her love for me.

 

The warmth of summer filled the room,

As the love from her in my mind I felt,

Far across the oceans she may be,

The warmth of those soft palms upon my cheeks I felt.

 

Oh’ how beautiful love is and how wonderful emotions it leaves,

Or is it the true beauty of a wonderful soul,

When the wings of my dreams spread I see not,

No horizons as all my dreams are filled,

By the love of an Angel who gave me her heart.

 

Days passed me by, life became motionless,

Love penetrated deeper than imaginations,

May the blessings of reality shower a bright future,

For me, with her and everything that touches our life,

And let the eyes of our future have the sight of both of us.

I have said it here many times my all time favorite song is ‘Sacrifice’ by Elton John. Whatever emotional trouble I go through, be it stress from work, being alone or if I am really angry…the best way to calm me down play this song. Most people close to me know this. Couple of days back someone really angered me and then she tried to calm me down, she was not knowing what to do. She is the last love. No matter what I do for her, it’s no sacrifice at all. This post is dedicated to her… The Russian Angel.
The Original Video Of The Song Sacrifice, From The Album, Sleeping With The Past.Original Video

I believe this is a performance at the Watford Soccer Club from the announcement Elton John makes at the beginning of this song.
This is a performance of the song Sacrifice by Elton John I’ve heard a lot about from Elton John fans world wide. Eric Clapton plays guitar. Watch it, its fun
Here is the lyrics of the song.
Sacrifice

Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Sleeping With The Past
 

It’s a human sign
When things go wrong
When the scent of her lingers
And temptation’s strong

Into the boundary
Of each married man
Sweet deceit comes calling
And negativity lands

Cold cold heart
Hard done by you
Some things look better baby
Just passing through

And it’s no sacrifice
Just a simple word
It’s two hearts living
In two separate worlds
But it’s no sacrifice
No sacrifice
It’s no sacrifice at all

Mutual misunderstanding
After the fact
Sensitivity builds a prison
In the final act

We lose direction
No stone unturned
No tears to damn you
When jealousy burns.

Cold cold heart
Hard done by you
Some things look better baby
Just passing through

And it’s no sacrifice
Just a simple word
It’s two hearts living
In two separate worlds
But it’s no sacrifice
No sacrifice
It’s no sacrifice at all

© 1989 Big Pig Music Limited

Uncertainty and long waiting were considered a curse. What if a lifetime is filled with that? In the last one week these thoughts filled knowingly and unknowingly .Then a thought came to my mind what if I watch her wake up. This poem is from those thoughts.

A morning woke up around the cityscapes,
That stood as monuments of history made,
Darkness from the fury of light escapes,
Stars and milky way in the brightness of light fade.

Light finds its meaning only to the sense of sight,
The sounds of nature none heard,
The smell of the fresh morning none smelt,
The touch of the warmed up air none felt.

Meaningless are the outbursts of the morning,
Shapeless became an undefined life,
Monotony broke itself like amoeba,
Still a silhouette of perfection held together the morning.

Oh’ how many years I waited to see,
A morning like this blossoming,
The sanctity of a lifetime of hope,
The fulfillment of a lifetime of love.

Oh’ those eyes opened and the dreams fought not to leave,
Every breath of her fought itself to be back,
And the beauty of the surrendering morning gave,
A delicate touch all over her body.

She felt nothing, but the whole nature paused,
As that silhouette of perfection found,
The host of itself and on to her merged,
Life and a day found a whole new meaning history never seen.

She looked at me and every ounce of love I gathered and smiled,
She held herself harm to arm and sizzled,
This humble man’s love she felt and then she smiled,
And in the honor of seeing her awake in the love of mine, felt blessed.

Have a good Weekend Everyone.

What a weekend passed and a week. I love the Oscars it was wonderful. I predicted every award, none of my predictions came true. So much for my ability of intuition. Most of the nights and days were spent chatting with a whole new group of people, mostly from Europe. It is fun a lot of fun, yesterday I literally fell asleep in the chair as on a weekday I could only sleep an hour and half. This day is coming to an end a wintry mix is showering outside and the light cold breeze plays a little tune on her way. And I am on my way to a weekend with a lot of expectations.

 

The Poem: Written from real life events. The period I will not say. Reality sometime can become brutal. But if the people involved love each other beyond everything those brutal realities will become irrelevant and they will write their own reality. I have my pen and paper ready, will I get the ink to write that reality. Wait and see. In the mean while …. Read…

 

Have a wonderful weekend everyone.

 

Drag Me Close.

 

Between nights and days enslaved,

Earth without complaints steadily moved,

When the beauty of the days and night watched,

Life through this moment of time passed, unknowingly.

 

Drag me close, Oh’ Angel, drag me close, I said,

When to close your eyes and see me I said,

Did you see you own soul, O my dear,

As my soul with your soul have merged,

The moment those words of love you said.

 

Though mists of doubts and fear surround,

The love in souls in pure thoughts merged,

Let the Earth pass through millenniums ahead,

But our love to each other will remain even beyond.

 

So drag me close, Oh’ Angel, and wake my muted thoughts,

Of all the beauty around this material world we seen,

The best of all feelings sprouted in the little moment of laugh we spent,

Though mother tongue of each other we understand not,

Isn’t it time to break the invisible umbilical code?

And let language of love fill senses with new meanings of life.

 

When all that I loved immaterial became,

When a love greater than all the love I felt, touched,

Deep in my soul and melted every fear of mine,

Funk not dear, but hold my hands in trust,

And in my eyes see, the divinity of a soul sanctified,

By the beauty of thoughts and purity of your own soul.

 

Oh’ Drag me close to the eternal life,

As in your silent thoughts I fell in pain,

My stretched out hands are not empty or cold,

But feel the warmth of your arms that raise me close,

Drag me close and from between our material being erase,

The last light ray mixed with the mist of doubts.

It is more than a week since I updated this. Life is great, at some points in happiness I thank God and other times in desperation I plead to him for help.  The mix up sometime is not balanced still I love every moment of it. I some how got the ability to see life from different directions so when things go wrong I know to back off and shut myself down. There are a lot of things I want to say, but those are things I should not speak about. But there is an outlet through which it comes…. My poetry. Read this poem and try to get it. The right of it and the wrong of it. The good gestures and the mistakes. The kindness and the cruelty. Still, every morning amazes me in a new way., the greatest blessing I know I got from God.

The traffic always brings down the busy,
Who otherwise know no patience,
One after the other in obedience they move,
Through the wide roads, filled with locomotives.

The big city in this never ending rush never slept,
Laid for the best, worst and the dirtiest,
Footsteps and tire marks, skyscrapers and cardboard boxes,
Oh’ the wilderness of the man made jungle,
Wilder than what nature ever grown.

The dust and smoke filled the air,
Still the smoker smoked mercilessly,
The soul of the city for rain yearned,
But souls in air-cooled rooms prostituted.

Wounds of yesterdays and today,
They never healed as uncared they all remained,
But the material man covered them with polyester ideas,
But deep down the soul of this wonderful city, wept.

The playful hooligan drawn graffiti wherever he can,
The disciplined one kept his head down and walked,
The untiring immigrant watched his dream fade away,
The scrupulous and lusty man laughed yet another day,
But when days and nights he don’t remember,
And forgets yet another time,
Fate awaits holding the last laugh deep in the soul,
Right before one touches dust, fate will laugh,
That’s when one knows beneath the big city one see, lay,
The very dust from which one was created and where one returns.

Oh’ one more evening walk for me, a late one than usual,
I walked through the alleys familiar,
The scavenger rats and the waiting owls,
The cleaned up streets and filled up trash cans,
Everything takes a personality and give me a look,
With a smile I walked to a junction unknown,
Where many streets in a circle meet,
Then I looked back at the ways I came,
The scarred city lay way back but darkness everywhere crept,
The hooligan, the disciplined one, the immigrant, the lusty man,
Oh’ none can be seen but lights that shown me a way.

The eve ofValentine’s day, there are millions out there who forget everdifference and get together with the ones they care about. There may bedifference in view points but starting this evening for the next 30hours it the time to celebrate relationships and the achievement ofrelationships. The day of love has arrived and let us hug each other inthe way life loves us all. Here is a poem I wrote just now… just forthis occasion.

Valentine.

 

The winter cold from all side squeezed,

Even the howling wind in that pressure vanished,

Oh’ how can a surprise walks it’s way,

But still an isolated heart waits.

 

Never did he measured her love,

In what she said or what she wrote,

But found all he wished for,

In the depths of her eyes, so green.

 

Silence for the loving heart is suffocating,

When knowing no reasons, it is frustrating,

When silence is what she chose,

Even in that silence he found her love.

 

In the pleasantness of her love drowned,

Passions felt like the arrival of spring,

From the darkest depths of winter,

The warmth, the scent, and kisses from her lips felt,

Upon lips and senses took the feeling deep into the soul.

 

Oh’ all scattered memories now,

All live as a dream which was once real,

The torment of waiting joined the winter cold,

And pierced deep through every vein,

Every drop of blood in vein became,

The synonym of a lover’s pain.

 

From his soul every good he can gather, he gathered,

And sacrificing the blessing of all that good he prayed,

May the love of souls be the blessing,

The best humanity can achieve,

Let love be the foundation of all actions,

In perfection a human can complete,

And let the love of true kind be answered,

In the same way the lover who loved.

 

The warmth from his soul repelled the cold,

And through near darkness he walked,

Though to the material world alone he is,

His mind and soul by the love for her consumed,

Without the feeling of loneliness he walked,

Though the pain of waiting subsided,

In wrath of the pain still not destroyed,

A smile upon his face blossomed,

When these thoughts stormed his mind,

The looking at the darkened sky he said,

“A lover who don’t patiently wait,

Cannot love at all, as peace, patience, kindness,

Gratefulness, the happiness of it all and the pain of it all,

Makes love the greatest blessing and achievement of humanity”.

 

Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone.

 

 

I am really busy, helping some online daters. Sounds weird isn’t it? That’s the truth. Not much to update now about anything happening around. Kinda stale now, I feel a calm before a storm. If no storms happens, it is me, I will make one. Wait and see.

 

A Fulfilled Soul.

 

A beautiful morning around me woke,

And touched my face with the hands of light,

Then in the depths of mind I felt,

A feeling for so long unfelt,

As the soul once more in love smiled,

Then at the clock I looked to learn,

The hour of morning has not arrived.

Then my soul to me spoke,

It is the love of her through your five senses you feel,

It was about you my soul spoke.

 

And into my minds eyes I looked,

The imprint of those wonderful eyes I find,

The essence of a soul with which made,

A soul in which love a new definition finds,

Every moment of her conscious life,

Oh’ from those newly found definition,

Sprouts feelings of love mankind feels,

That makes them love their lovers without imagination.

 

Eyes are the windows to a soul, they say,

Eyes of yours are the doors to perfection,

A soul in every meaning and actions purifies,

Every other soul at which you smiles.

 

Oh’ that smile holds the beauty of a thousand springs,

The warmth of the evenings of ten thousand summers,

And can melt glaciers in millenniums frozen,

And from night of this life erase,

Darkness, as the brightest star so close seen.

 

The morning into history faded,

But not the memory of those eyes and soul,

In which I feel the paradise of my love,

Without which my heart the grave of my love,

With which the standing monument of happiness,

And in every breath I take in thankfulness I pray,

For the sanctified soul my God made me,

And I walk through these days fulfilled.

And every day is a new day that pass through new time,

But her love for me and my love for her will remain forever, same.

 

Night arrived like a fugitive unseen and unknown,

But the calm wind in the winter from behind caressed,

The soul of the wind spoke,

About the dream you felt,

From your mind where embedded,

The silhouette of lifetimes of love in your eyes dances,

And kisses my soul from where,

A new dream about life sprouts,

Every time a kiss is laid,

And from those dreams comes reality,

As the touch of yours when I plunge

My face into your imaginary palms in love,

Though far, far away you are,

 

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Almost about 18 to 20 hours of the last 12 days were spent between my regular work and online doing some help for others. Well so I don’t know what is going on outside of my little bubble. So I am not going to write any appreciative or critical comment here.

 

  During my online journey, I met this girl online and the following poem was written using many lines I told to her. I would’ve never written a poem out of it. But the emotional me have no choice but to be who I truly am. A poet. She is an amazing person, unlike many who came to my life with promises, this girl never promised anything and never said any excuses. Even to the question of a date she said, I need to know more about you before I date you and she is knowing more about me even as I write this. Like the good old saying says, “What goes up must come down” but this time around I am more optimistic than ever as the person I am dealing with is a lot more open hearted that anyone I ever met. So I hope and pray, this time my love that I spread up into the air will come down with another’s love.

 

    A paragraph in this poem was written out of an idea of the lyrics of a Tamil song, I love this song, I was listening to this song when I wrote this poem, so I used the literal translation of the words in that song in the first line of that paragraph. The paragraph that starts with “Oh my lover, Oh’ my love is the one I am talking about. I used the idea as it really matches the reality in front of me. I must add here, that this poem will never be published in a book as some part is not mine.

 

This poem is for you Angelina( the name given here is only a nickname she uses while online, the real name I will tell when I feel it is appropriate.)

 

 

 Madison, Wisconsin

 

Peace.

As long as silence remains,
Mind inside like a volcano boils,
The rhythm of the heart uneven,
The feelings from it all, pain of the longing.

When in real not seen,
But in the awe of the beauty of that soul,
The mind of a lonely lover sung,

“The notes of music are seven,
The colors of rainbow are seven,
They all touch senses and fade,
There is only one face for my love,
A face that is imprinted in my senses,
Your face.

Oh’ my lover, Oh’ my love,
What are you going to do with my love,
When upon your heart, I am about to paint my love,
If you ask my eyes, I will give it to you with happiness.
As my love for you will show me the way,
And to the heaven of love it will lead,
And that heaven of love this day I know,
Is your soul, Oh? my love.

The tides came and gone,
The night wind is roaming wild,
Silence creeping deep into soul,
But with closed eyes your face I see from memory,
A throbbing heart awaits the return of you.”

Those notes of music filled the air,
And your smile filled my veins,
And thinking about the little moments with you I spent,
And about a lifetime with you I may spend,
My mind through the beauty of your eyes reached,
The land of peace, my everlasting love for you.

It has been reported that MTV TRL is going to be over soon. The blamewill be on MTV as well as many music video directors. The generationthat loved the music videos lost their attention span to watch a musicvideo in full mainly because of the content of the music videos showingcolors unseen by mankind and showing content that cannot be watched bygeneral public is on one side, on the other side, MTV just watchedstanding on the sideline the ratings of TRL going down, down, down thedrain. What a pity.

Katherine McPhee  last year started her work on her self titledalbum but looks like got the taste of the stupid music business. Two ofher favorite music tracks didn’t made the final cut. Why don’t sherelease her songs on the internet? It will be a better idea thanbending her knees for the pressure of an arrogant industry. The successof Koopa the band from England that released their music only on theweb in the British Charts should be precedence for young aspiringmusicians. Do not let money mongering corporations control your talent.Decide your own destiny and let the world dance to your tunes.

This Poem: I have no idea what really inspired me to write this poem.May be this phrase I told when getting into my car “The lover in me isdead, but the soul of that lover will never die” I don’t know whatprompted me to say that. I was happy till that moment then quite restof this morning. In the afternoon after my soup only lunch I startedtyping in this poem word by word into the word processor. It justcame.. you tell me if there is something wrong with it.

The sky in the dying light of the day blazed,
Little birds in hurry gathered food in the beaks,
Leafless trees murmured in the wind,
Rubbing bare branches, like the chant of monks.

An evening that failed in melancholy of the day,
That day into mind penetrated deep,
Breaking heart and the swollen tear ducts,
Death is freeing of pain for the dead,
Beginning of pain for the loved ones.

At the break of the day from her pain she woke,
Held the hand of her lover and vowed,
Eternal love once more and wiped,
Her own tears of pain of her cancer,
Then she looked into thin air and smiled,
May be seen the inevitable fate piercing,
The claws of death deep into her ending life.

Mind frozen, he wandered in the winter cold,
No thoughts into his mind came,
All senses paused as no more they can understand,
What to gather, for his loving mind,
As all that he loved laid motionless,
Oh’ senses can only whip sadness from his soul.

Sadness leads to helplessness,
But the smiling face of her from his soul rose,
And through his memories spread,
Those days before love consumed them both,
Her protests, anger and her reddened face,
The evening when her first told her his love,
The eagerness in her eyes when she heard his words,
And the happiness through her face spread,
Then in acknowledgement to his mind.

Then her imprinted face woke up the memories,
About the days of love that filled in his life and hers too,
The laughs and the cries, the tightened lips in her protests,
All in love and in the end with a smile she erased,
The wonder girl in all her prettiness stood,
And held his face when he fell in the tiredness of life.

Then the face opened the doors of his memories,
That filled with the pain on her own face,
Holding her tears even when the pain of cancer ripped,
Her apart from inside and all her material beauty,
That soul still stood by him as long as she can,
The fell into his hands as body lost all its strength.

Her own face that imprinted in his soul,
Shown him the way to find peace with his sorrow,
As she gave him love he can live with for a lifetime and more,
The squeezing pain he still felt has no material base,
As it vanished in those sweet memories of her,
Though she died and went away from every eyes,
Her soul found a new life as that smiling face,
In his soul surrounded by the love of him for her,
She lit with her own fulfilled life.

Football, football, football… what more is there in the minds of millions of football fans in America? Even if the most beautiful exotic dancer comes in front of me and dance naked most men  will say…”Step away dear, let me watch the playoffs”. And the games are great too, every second matters to the most. With precise calculations every drive and play planned and the vengeance of warriors these players fight in the field and once the game is over they all walk away shaking hands. It is fantastic to see fans yell and scream at each other during the games. The bets and the costumes, the winning screams and the loser’s disappointments. There are people who takes their teams loses very personally. Some even talk to psychics about games. Many don’t talk to their wives and kids. However at the end of the day… it is all a laughing matter. We are all beautiful people inside and outside isn’t it?

This poem, written about some thoughts I had a while ago. This is written from something I recorded one day while driving to work. Before I deleted those recordings from my voice recorder I wrote it down and wrote this poem out of it.

Have a great week ahead of you all.

The City Of San Francisco.

Gather around are pheasants in the season of fall,
Oh’ the fear in their eyes, from fiery bullets hiding,
And the fun of the hunters enjoying pain and death.

The golden rays of sun all around scattered,
The bare naked branches of trees stood shy-less,
Like love lost lovers in the awe perplexed.

The grass under the shoes, stubborn and strong,
May be in anger at the dry cold wind,
In some unknown fury blown from north.

The golden rays with the morning dust disappeared,
The sun looked like a big cotton ball in the middle of clouds,
Darkness in insomnia wandered between minds of the unloved.

When thinking about the unloved,
Could only wander in the darkness of streets,
And wish hands not empty but by another squeezed.

When pushing away those days with love filled,
As days of illusions, mind first regains pleasantness,
Then when known about emptiness, in eternal sadness buries.

Oh’ in sadness of the lost glory mind think,
Did time wrote the meaning of love,
Using the beauty of dusks seen?
As what after the dusks I see,
Is darkness creeping through every creation senses can feel.

Oh’ illusion indeed is love as feelings comes and goes,
Illusion like the mind where it births and grows,
All knows about the existence of mind though not seen.
But love through five senses fills the mind,
And touches deep inside each others minds,
So I know the loving days are not over yet,
Then don’t I see darkness anymore as my own love filled the air. 

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