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I will fall back at least three days in Yesterdays poems. The reason? Events become too current. And it changes a lot in a matter of hours. So I should give enough time for events in my life to cool down. Said that… wow what eventful days am I passing. There are things I don’t write as part of ‘Yesterdays’… that’s the hidden life of the LonelyPoet. Haha. But I don’t lie in these poems.

  

08/20/06.

 

Memories of a beautiful girl to my mind came,

As the colors of the morning in East showed,

Turned around when heart in sadness squeezed,

And pumped blood to every corner of me to warm,

From the cold I felt in the fear of loneliness.

 

“Sunday O Sunday give me warmth of mind,

Never with the falling leaves fall,

And leave me to the torment of memories I find,

The day of the sun, I wonder where you take me at all,

Bring to me a dusk that roam forever in my mind”.

 

Sung I my own lyrics all day,

In all possible tunes I know,

Dusk came and went as usual,

And those moments passed me by.

 

Normal, everything in everyway, looked,

The beautiful night with hands of darkness consumes,

All living into virtual death,

These moments of uncertainty, some hates,

But they know not, every moment carries,

The same passion, beauty and ugliness,

Fools they are in loving, grudging, and in hatred,

Spent lifetimes for the moment looking,

When thoughts and action are in fact,

Through a path takes us,

Of anger, sadness, happiness, love, hatred and frustration.

 

Then to time they all scream,

Why, my time for the worst, changed,

Others praising better times celebrate,

And time just another Godly creation,

Like a good old buddy smiles,

And through the next cycle of life takes us.

 

The lesson invaluable I learned,

Time always smiles whether we smile or not,

Because he always does what he is supposed to do,

He can’t change, but we can,

Humans the superior of all creations of God,

He never fails but we do, he never wins but we do,

Crying for loses, we only lose, time itself.

 

Didn’t I lost and won? I thought,

And at the end of the day my life I celebrate,

By breathing air and at memories smiling,

‘Yeah’ I know smiling I am,

And one more day for my past I won,

And one more night in life precious,

To the warm hands of tender sleep.

 

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Last weekend, good one in many ways, okay one in many other ways…. This poem is a little different than the recent other ones. It was written in the usual style though. Enjoy my works.

 

08/19/06

 

The energy of the morning lingered,

As I woke up, into me they dissolved,

The fresh scent of a dying summer day I felt,

As the rain lashed, killing the warmth.

 

Noon time passed with reckless haste,

Early evening, shopping and eating I spent,

Then another summer weekend party started.

 

Rain joined us for the fun again,

Freely In my hooded jacket, I walked,

Women in makeup masquerade were exposed,

And the real faces from beneath peeped out,

Many looked prettier without colors and creams,

A smart one under an umbrella walked,

But still with help of wind the naughty rain,

Found ways to dance upon her half exposed breasts.

 

Many drunken idiots out of senses,

Many acted drunk scavenging for passions,

Scavenged I for a poetic thought or to see a poetic face,

Neither were found as none knows the moment’s truth,

Most even through emotions, lied,

Hypocrites they were all, and I am not, I know,

Talked I to the bartender and out I walked,

Through the rain, the only truth I found.

 

Reaching home late I took my pad and wrote,

“Lived another day forgetting the blessings I have,

Seeing many others forgetting, what blessing they are,

Hearing the screams of the souls who thinks they lost,

In the bargain of soulless passions.

 

None lost, as none in their intoxicated mind realized,

It was all just another page of fate pushed,

But many closed their chapters, as in dark, they lost sight,

Some found insights, some found light, rare ones found both,

And those started new bright chapters.

 

Oh’ we are all islands in the frozen sea of life,

Some to others find their way,

Some fade away in the cold and freeze,

And I know not, why I alone wish to float”.

 

Sitting alone on my bed I know,

Another page of fate I burned away,

And a new page I took and to add another line I tried,

But as the fate was already written no space I found,

Then what I thought of adding I wrote,

Into my own mind where no fate can reach,

And in the palms of the Angels of sleep, my face I plunged.

 

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I disabled my own poetry rendering… so there should be a goodreason for that. Listen to the song ‘Loved I’ by a band called FM. Theyare from Kazakhstan. This song is in Russian. I fell in love with thissong when Sasha danced along with it. It is a good song. Special thanksto Maria Alexandrova for finding this song for me and sending it to me.

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Friday came and haha…I was gloomed and doomed to gloom more… I don’t know everything feltlike too fast. This poem is written in about two hours during theafternoon of Saturday… Sasha have beauty of her own…. Dark eyes, darkhair, long nose and exceptionally beautiful smile… I love that smile.The day time went by fast… but she filled in all that I missed… TheLight Of My Happiness.

 

08/18/06.

 

Light through the dark blanket scratched and spread,

And from the bottom of the horizon rise,

The burning sultan by the morning star guarded,

Oh’ nature’s aristocracy unquestionably at its best.

 

Not a moment of the day waited,

Felt like the blink of my eyes took away,

The brightness of the day, leaving,

Golden light of the dusk upon my forehead, dancing.

 

Oh’ the demise of the sultan’s glory I have seen,

And the dark blanket stitched itself and covered,

And for light deep into my own mind I searched,

Oh’ the blanket unrolled much more deeper than I thought.

 

While in the darker parts of the dark searching,

Decided I to go to watch a friendly smile,

And passion filled talk of a beauty called, Sasha,

While watching her talk and makes us all laugh,

Brightened inside and my view back I got,

No lines ever I write can express the feeling I felt,

Still to make Sasha smile, I wrote.

 

“With my eyes open I searched,

Upon this battlefield of life,

In the mists of illusion of life, nothing I found,

With my eyes closed I stood,

Imaginations took me into a flight,

The mists of illusions of life cleared,

When you walked into my mind with a smile.

 

Every step you laid the Earth welcomed,

As the little daughter of mother Earth was looked,

With pride by the whole nature around,

The sunlight upon you like a parasite sat,

Glowing your skin in the essence,

Of all the beauty of all dusks.

 

The season wander into fall,

And the leaves prepared to leave the trees,

A bird sat alone upon the tree,

Without a tune to sing he looked around,

Then a mild wind from east came,

And took him into a flight,

Into his mind the wind whispered,

Songs of love, to all creations unknown,

He flew to all corners and sung,

Songs that sprouted love in depressed hearts,

The bird is the mind of mine,

And the wind is your soul I feel.

 

In my imaginations I see,

A cooling stream through a rock wall flow,

Rough on top but polished where water touched,

Warm around but cooled inside by the flow,

The rough rock wall is my mind,

The flowing stream, the evergreen beauty of yours I see.

 

The aurora up north gathered,

The rain in the tropics prepared to lash,

The birds gathered and chanted praises,

Oh’ the aurora shows the beauty of your dance,

The rain spread the blessing of you soul,

The birds, Oh, they are scattered thoughts of mine,

Now united in praise of you.

 

Even in the daylight the unloved mind blinded,

Haunting dark thoughts depressingly tore mind to pieces,

Tired and fallen, far away a glow seen,

The glow the candle you lit,

The warmth felt, the blessing of your soul.”

 

With praises and prayers for that beauty, to bed I went,

And long time after my childhood days I slept,

With a bright glow deep inside my mind,

A glow I once called the light of my happiness.

 

 

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Tess Of The D’Urbervilles… one of the best novels I have ever read. Iloved the character so much it literally changed my attitude towardswoman when I was 18 years old. Last year I decided to write a long poemabout this character. And the events that followed were bizzare. Wellwhen you read this poem you will understand, why I did not finished thelong, long poem.
   This day 08/17/06 I thought a lot about those days inwhich I wrote a part which took me into a downward spiral…. and latergetting out of it all I realized. I am a better poet, and a better man.Because… if it were anyone else… the way he/she would have dealtwith it might be more dangerously. I also realized… a fact that, inpoetry I should be more realistic than imaginary. I closed the book anddecided to publish them all and start writing about more realistic andsimple subjects… thus I started writing “Yesterdays”. My  lifeis complicated in many ways. Simple things for others will become verycomplicated for me and many other unbelievable things for the rest ofthe world will come and knock at me. Haha.. read the poem of08/17/06…
   As for Tess I will write and finish what I started… youwill see in the coming days… but Yesterdays will continue as is.

Everyray of sunlight upon me fell,

Left a note in my mind for me to think,

A morning born far away in the East,

East of who I understand not,

What in my mind I understand is,

That everything before I slept last night was a myth,

To live I tried, to succeed I tried, failed I did, survive I will.

By the glory of the morn I sworn,

To leave every thought of a passion behind,

Oh’ guilty I was, myself I punished, Oh’ pure are my thoughts,

Now waking up into a morn with thoughts,

Thoughts about heart in patience listened.

This day is for her, I declared,

And all about her I wrote I dug up,

Read and Read again and I laughed,

Not at her, not me but at a poet,

Who about the reality never realized,

A lot different than all the poetic scenes in mind he see.

To my work and at my work all I thought was,

About lines of verse I once wrote,

And in my own mind I burned,

And wished a poet I never became,

Then to my conscience I said,

“The one, the only one who deserve to view,

Will view those lines of verse none else seen,

Which I wish I myself never written”.

Oh’ those lines simple it may look,

But the inappropriate they brought,

Oh’ unthinkable they were,

And about what happened in those days,

To my own mind I once more told,

Then in these lines, the essence of it all I wrote.

Oh’ with a blessing unheard to me she came,

True talent, with the beauty of a flower bud,

She became the reality of a character I read,

Tess of the d’urbervilles, Hardy’s character

Whom, with love and respect I looked,

The best of all feelings to any woman I ever felt,

Were to this character fictitious,

In my try about Tess’s character to write,

Chose I the little beauty as a model for my write,

In my juggling with my emotions to write my verse,

All the respect, love and feeling I felt,

For the character fell upon the model I took,

Then to get her out of my mind I wrote,

Verse after verse, that perplexed many,

But patiently read by the model beauty,

Oh’ wonderful girl she is,

And all my blessing upon her fell,

But from my mind all those feelings inappropriate,

I erased one by one, through scenes hypothetical I wrote,

Through writing my emotions and feelings messed,

Through writing my emotions and feelings straightened.

As no reality ever existed in the fairy tale a poet tried to weave.

Once more the ugly reality I faced,

A mind and soul by imaginations ruled,

The evening peeled upon the horizon and fell pray,

To darkness that spread like a broken dam,

And when to the darkness my mind succumb,

Typed I these lines,

Oh’ wonderful girl to whom ever apologetic I am,

Every time in my imaginations I see your image,

Those rays of light that to me brings your image,

Oh’ I always see them in fight,

To spread the glory of your beauty,

Of mind and soul the beauty by other poets unseen,

But as a poet yourself have seen,

And those rays that won and those who lost,

They both to my soul whispered,

The softness of your skin they touched,

The clarity of a mind they known,

And the sanctity of the soul from where they were born,

The best of all verse I wrote,

Are from those whispers I heard and images seen.

Darkness tore my heart and soul and to sleep thrown,

Like rotten bread to stray scavengers,

Oh’ some where a glow still remained,

Consumed by life, a glow that will remain lit ever after,

And may show light, sometime when darkness alone I face.

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Mo Cuishle,

    Another DDOS attack. You probably know what I am talking about. Someone brought down the DNS servers that host my domain. It is not just my domain. But a lot of them went down. Now why am I telling you this. When I heard that there was a DDOS attack I went to the LonelyPoet.Com logs to check where it originated. I got couple of IP address and I passed them to DNS hosting company. In the statcounter log I can see who did what in my site. I noticed that you came to my site and was looking in the LonelyPoet’s First Drafts. I have no problem with you looking into those old first drafts. But what did you looked interested me. You looked in the first draft of “The Rally” a chapter from “Tess Of The D’Urbervilles”. This and the new profile picture interested me a lot. Haha that is kinda the dress Tess wears. Is that a Red dress or Black? I can’t say as the picture is black and white. Anyway don’t worry, I am cool…. I thought you deserve to see those lines I wrote and deleted from the first chapter of “Tess Of The D’Urbervilles”. Even though the written pages were burned a long time back the softcopy was kept in a word document format in another site. I never thought I will look at it in recent times. But pulled it out and I am posting it here. The first attempt I did to change my mind or emotions was to take Thomas Hardy’s words and change it a bit to make you look very young. You can see those lines in bold and quoted. Those words are not mine, I only rearranged it to be read in a specific way.

 

Among the May Day dancers danced,

The young girl who barely reached sixteen,

Her long reddish hair in the sun glowed,

The forehead reddened in the mild heat,

Or was the sun kind to that young girl in her dance?

 

“Phases of childhood in her aspect still lurked,

As she walked and in the evening sun danced,

In all her bouncing handsome womanliness,

Her twelfth year in her cheeks one could sometimes see,

Or her ninth from her eyes, sparkling;

And even her fifth would flit,

Over the curves of her mouth now and then”.

 

Upon her face gladness rested,

And sadness fought away by her charm,

Her eyes spoke from her soul,

Innocence and love filled in that soul,

Beauty of a kind unknown, she is,

The long nose she wiped,

To keep the pollen and dust away,

Oh’ like fresh ripened strawberries they looked,

And fought with her lips, as what can attract more.

 

Tess Durbeyfield stepping into her life,

The beauty of her body she cares not,

The beauty of her mind she know not,

Upon her soft broadening shoulders she felt,

Nothing but light weight of the dress she wear,

Her mind knew nothing of any men,

But her drunken dad and her little brother,

Not a cunning eye existed but all eyes only admired,

The beauty of this young country girl,

For whom restless youth waiting with thirst.

 

Every step she laid the Earth welcomed,

As the little daughter of mother Earth was looked,

With pride by the whole nature around,

The sunlight upon her like a parasite sat,

Glowing her skin in the essence

Of all the beauty of all dusks.

 

In her thin white gown she looked,

In expressiveness of her so modest,

Soft like a dove where innocence births,

Oh’ upon those eyes innocence of her own danced,

In the beat of her heart that spoke her soul,

Empty of all flaws, filled with the essence of love,

Oh’ romance dared to touch such perfection,

A girl out of the innocence of a kid sprouting,

Her senses absorbing all the beauty of all around,

And makes her looks and deeds, perfect poetry.

 

Her hands so soft, her neck curved and the rest of her,

Thriving to explode into womanhood,

In beauty and enchantment.

Upon her bosom, dreams of perfect romance rest,

And sleeps on the softness of her skin,

Listening to her soul and they learn,

Verses lovers will chant, hand in hand as prayers,

When they day dream and be in love.

 

Upon her lovely lips rest,

Words that hold wisdom of a little heart,

Words in obedience listened by the leaves,

And with the spring time wind sung,

Who came from the rim of the blue hill top,

With scent of the wild flowers he kissed,

And leaves those scent upon her,

Oh’ she always smelt like a wild flower,

And looked like a country girl,

She walked like a princess of love,

And she blessed Angels with her dance.

 

I stopped writing at this point… because what was coming in my mind to write has got nothing to do with character. Even in these lines you can see I am going way away from any story line. I am back with that story line. Not back going crazy over anything else. Hehehe

I read these lines and laughed a lot… it all looks and sounds like a laughing matter. I am not laughing at you. I am not laughing at me either. I am laughing at a poet who just did not realized that reality many times is a lot different than many poetic things that comes in front.

 

Have a great weekend Mo Cuishle.

 

Riaz Ahammed.

I am on a move now… just from one hotel to another hotel. Nine months I lived in one room and now I moving out to another hotel. Lot of packing as I all my DVDs, CDs, books and tons of papers. I bought boxes and loaded all those in the boxes and my clothes in two suite cases. I hope all will fit into my Odyssey. The first test for my new van. There isn’t much going on other than confusions I myself bring into my head. Yesterday I decided, no more of that. That’s what this poem is all about. Read.

 

08/16/06.

 

Sunlight through the gloomy clouds pierced,

Reckoning the hours when, wheels of life turn.

 

My engines started late in every way,

T.V, music and morning confusions,

And to it all the feeling of nothingness added,

Oh’ am I the one with nothing to remember, I thought.

 

Silly thoughts and busy schedules crazed.

All through a day in which, stability in events disappeared.

 

Images I’ve seen, about some long lost past,

Echoes I’ve heard, of the cry of a pained soul,

And to the evening I told,

The orange, red and purple I see you show,

For minds from the clutches of life drain,

Thoughts about past known,

And thoughts about future uncertain,

Oh’ in patience you wait evening,

For minds to settle for the night,

And into the night you disappear,

Dissolving the creamy layer of pain,

Of all who see you, in the layers of sky.

 

Smiles upon my face blossomed,

As about future I think not,

And the past of mine with respect I left,

Oh’ the present in which I tied myself,

Every moment is nothing but present, I realized,

And the beginning of the moment I care,

The way the moment delivers life I care,

And when the moment passes,

A word or two of respect in my mind I write.

 

A day ended with peace of mind,

A night I enjoy in the peace of mind,

And to myself with stubbornness I pledged,

“Nothing will I do to blow my peace of mind”,

Remember not, when that peace of mind became sleep.

 

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Mo Cuishle,
    She asked me whom did I had my last crush on… I told your name and said you are the best poet I’ve read in recent times. That raised the question of where can she see your poems. I know you write only once in a while. So I said I will get the poems and came to your site and collected the poems. I will let her know what you said. About that Russian poet… I’ve never heard about  that poet before. Even though I have read a lot of Russian literature translations into English.
      Very exciting day Mo Cuishle, my book cover came and it is going to print next week. It will be released in another 6 to 8 weeks. That’s what I understand now.     
   Alrighty…. I need to get back to the meeting from which I got out saying that, I have an important email to reply. When my PDA started saying. “Doh..The Mail Is Here” hehehe
      
Have a great day dear.

Riaz Ahammed.

I told in an earlier post that when the turn of this day 08/15/06 comes you will see what I wrote about Sasha again when I met her on Tuesday. I never thought I will write this much but it went on and on and she encouraged me to write more. If you try to read and get a connection between paragraphs you may not find any. As each paragraph stands on its on. The core of it all is the beauty of Sasha. That’s what I am saying. The whole poem is 163 lines long. It was written in approximately two hours. So if you find any glitches, please let me know.

The cover design of my book “Age Of Survival”.

08/15/06.

Woke up I earlier than the morn,
Traced my dreams and took notes,
Some gave a chill in my mind,
Many filled with faces unknown.

Daytime Angels scratch their head,
What blessing should they bring,
To this man who in poetry, lives,
And daytime passed with mocking smiles,
At the Angels who were perplexed by my boggling mind.

The Angels of evening came with a smile,
Try to tell me stories through whispers of my soul,
Said I “Repeat not these stories unrealistic,
In they I once lost, hunting for a girl who never existed.”

Then the soul to me said.
“The virtual world the spread happy thought,
Go there to see the dark eyed beauty,
Who whispers not but through her eyes speak,
Whispers of her soul you write, recite and joyfully repeat”
“Yeah” I said and to her world I went,
Oh’ the wonder I was in and she made me write,
Verses praising her soul and beauty in rarity found.

“Smiles, greetings, in words and looks,
Calm in sound and gestures that speaks more,
Upon you, I see the special language,
The language of the heart unto mine spoken,
The mystifying beauty well preserved,
Oh, to my mind I say, Gladness is what you are.

“Open O senses, Open up” I said,
When I saw your face like a blooming Orchid,
“With her smile we are all open”, senses, said,
Unknowing to everyone will all remain,
That’s the magic of your beauty,
In calmness of beauty mind and soul you captures,
And holds forever in the ecstasy of passions unknown.

Reality, Oh’ how ugly it can be,
Busy work days, haunting deadlines,
Mind thrives to grow but captive held,
In illusions by wilderness material,
And then came and saw you who released,
A mind from the captivity of that wilderness,
With glow of eyes shown to soul,
And with heart warming smiles purifies,
The ugly realities of all living she knows.

The brightness of sun, gone,
The singing winds far away flown,
The blossoms died and fallen,
And eyes filled as mind emptied,
Oh’ like candle light in flickering seen,
Two glows through dark paths seen,
A warmth felt in the angelic notes played,
One by one desires fulfilled,
Those glows, every second, to the light of passions grew,
And the warmth all over kissed,
Then in surprise, hard I looked,
The glows were from those dark eyes,
The notes played were the words you said… O Sasha.

Artificial are the colors I have seen,
As upon you only one color I’ve seen,
The glow from a world I’ve never known,
Yeah, your beauty so unearthly,
The charm so humanly spread,
With every blink of those eyes, wonderful.

Oh’ no color you need to show,
The beauty in perfection upon you reside,
No colors need to show the world, the beauty of your soul.

The symbol of love you are,
In every theme, love has only one face,
It is the face in bloom that stays forever in my mind,
The face that fills senses and emotions, that’s your face.

Countless are the images in my mind imprinted,
Countless are the dream in my mind born,
Just by seeing your eyes and smile, O Sasha

The tunes of romance I hear,
The truth of romance I see,
The wonder of passions I feel,
In the magnificence of the beauty you show.

Greater the feeling, when the more I see,
As deeper my heart you touch,
With passions from your soul,
There is nothing comparable to you, God created

The depth of your beauty is known,
When from the soul you speak,
True passion is known,
When upon your eyes I look,
Yours is the beauty mankind always welcome,
As the greatest blessing of all time,
Then we all will sleep,
Forever in dreams about you.

In the simplicity of that dress you hide,
But the beauty shown from the depth of your soul,
Lovely you remain in every color,
And the complexity of life forgotten,
In every move you make,
As angelic blessings finds its path through you.

Drag along O my body, drag along,
As with her, senses and mind sings,
And every dream dances in the beauty she shows,
As every dream of mine born from that beauty, enchanting.

Your beauty spreads like milkyway,
Far, far away, still brightens up the dark,
Where resides billions of stars, in wonders unknown.

Oh’ around me I see clouds covering the sun,
And the cool of the coming fall wrapping me,
With your smile you shower more light than the sun,
Through your words you warm up my heart.

Water in tides flowing,
And over the waves I see the gloomy sun diving,
The beauty of nature fails to impress,
When to the tunes from heart you dance,
Such was the beauty you spread,
Where senses dissolve into verses of love.

The dark clouds wrap me with the dark of night,
The wind cooling down after the warmth of the evening,
And through my mind your beauty spread,
Brightening every bit of dark that wraps around,
Dancing with the wind around.

Oh’ how wonderful God’s creations are,
Everything for a reason born, live and die,
When seeing you I understand,
The only reason I was born for,
To see and enjoy such perfect, poetic creation of God.

Oh with every move my mind you fill,
With dreams unseen by mankind,
The living legend you are,
The fulfillment of every dream I see…

Remember you I will Oh’ you my dear,
Even when to the silent lands I will travel,
Remember every move,
Remember every words,
But that smile still will give a glow,
Glow of life through my life to eternity.

Oh’ if I were a tune, only in your mind I will be born,
Only through your lips I will be sung,
If I were a verse, only in your mind I will be inspired,
Only in your words I will be weaved,
As the beauty in perfection you are.

Little by little, I know you more and more,
Even when in the middle of the crowd,
In my mind your image grows,
Oh’ such was the sensation of your beauty,
As my mind will sure end as your face.

Oh’ my mind the completion of the perfection,
Of every beauty upon her you see,
See the end of all beautiful things,
See her and absorb, as perfect verse is all she inspire,
As there is no better image to look and be inspired.

The summer wiped away the spring,
Now the warm days of summer fades away too,
As the chilled drops of fall, all around me fall,
But scent and colors of spring and the warmth of summer,
Oh’ everlasting they live upon the beauty of yours Sasha.

Every time a poem is read, new meanings come in mind,
Every time a painting is seen, newness of a masterpiece is seen,
Every time upon you I look, a new poem is born,
Every time upon you I look, colors of star light paint new images,
Images of heavens dipping the brush in my mind,
As the beauty of yours became,
The essence of my mind, O Sasha.”

Tired I were not when she went away,
As in the ecstasy of my verse work I flown,
Oh’ night I’ve known not in her enchantment,
And out of it all came when the blessing I felt,
Of morning Angels in fairness from the east came.

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Here again are verses written looking at Lika. The whole thing took only an hour for me to write. She is a terrific girl who can transform everyone with a smile. True character in emotions expressed through gestures, smiles and of course her magnificent eyes.

08/14/06.

The morning like a child back to school walked in,
Happiness of freshness expressed,
Dull moments of leaving the resting time absorbed,
Oh’ I stood watching the moment telling myself,
“Look around dear mind look around,
As the morning is bright but still lingers.
Is the sadness of some lost love.
Don’t yourself fall into moments of despair,
Past can only remain a moment before,
And future can only stay a step ahead,
In this moment the past you should relive,
The future in dreams you should build.”

The morning with gratitude unknown, I bade farewell,
Remembering many of my own verse in laziness,
I reached my work where my favorite programs waited,
Oh’ they consumed my mind and all thoughts,
The busy day rushed with everything material,
But by four a breather I took,
And remembered these verse I wrote,
About the beauty and my amazement about her.

“Oh’ in these days your eyes and smile I missed,
And cursed I every moment without your smile, passed,
With those smiles, enchantment of life in purity spread,
In those smiles the passion of this poet reside,
And when that smile and eyes I see,
Forever in the sweetness of happiness I thrive.

Seeing those eyes are like seeing dreams never ending,
Each moment holds a lifetime of pleasure,
Each blink of those eyes takes a breath of mine to eternity,
They weave verses that echoes,
Echoes into the hearts of everything that loves.

Upon your forehead the glow of love I see,
Upon your nose the cherishment of passions I see,
In your words the echo of a fulfilled romance I hear,
Oh’ beauty I see, I hear and in every move of mine
You fill in my life as life’s fulfillment.

Passions of a kind unfelt before, I feel,
Verses of a kind unheard in my mind I weave,
Such is the inspiration you are,
Oh’ my mind watch what sight delivers,
Oh’ my mind listen to what sound echoes,
Oh’ my heart, open you remain,
For the beauty from her heart to you express,
And to the tip of my tongue deliver,
For me to write verses of love,
Lovers in future will recite and love a little more.

The gladness of my heart I can’t speak,
As mind and senses left me to absorb the beauty of yours,
The happiness of the senses I feel,
As deep inside they engrave the beauty of you,
So unimaginable, into you my senses dissolve

Oh’ lucky stars in competition will bless,
Angels with vengeance fight,
And me with hope will always write,
The praise of you beauty I will write,
The beauty the lucky stars will bless,
And your face Angels will try to steal.”

Myself and my thoughts of poetry I gathered,
As evening danced away listening to my mind,
One more night with the my singing and dancing soul I spent,
Sleepless, yet worth remembering those moments with her,
Lika, sure holds the feelings of beauty my mind feels.

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I waited for this day to come when I can see Lika… or to say in a decent way, the Eyes Of Lika. One may think what is so special about those eyes. Read the poem it will tell you what those eyes can inspire this poet to write.

08/13/06.

Remarkable, but realistic, the day born,
Not to write even a line, to the poet I told,
As the morning in all beauty looked,
At my sleepy face with puffed up eyes.

Not tiredness or nature’s beauty can replace,
The wonderful face I saw and kept in mind,
Lika Oh’ my nights and days, you consume,
Leaving dreams in a mind that sprout out verse.

Recited I these lines when the wood pen wrote,
Feeling her soul up close to my heart.

“Unexplainable.

Oh’ undefined remained every thing I felt,
Until those beautiful eyes I saw,
Then in the glow of your beautiful eyes defined,
Every feeling deep in my heart I felt and feel.

Afraid I was about the oceans deep,
But those eyes in their beauty and glory erase,
Every fear of those lightless depths,
As those eyes opens a soul bright and deep,
Where treasures of pure love resides.

Words from the depths of your soul you say,
Oh’ every time my mind they sway,
Always will look upon those flowery lips of yours,
Where the wisdom of pure beauty dances,
In the beat of your heart, that purifies every soul.

The enjoyment upon your face I see,
When in that enjoyment with joy I sing,
May all the blessings of life shower upon you,
And may in the depths of your heart happiness begin,
The journey through which, humanity be blessed.

Far back in my younger days,
Upon a valley thousands of dancing dahlias I saw,
All these years in my mind that image I kept.
Oh’ those images faded away when I saw,
When with happiness from your soul,
A smile upon your lips blossomed.

Scattered and wild became nature’s beauty,
As by humanity in everyway that beauty savaged,
Oh’ when you first opened your eyes,
All beauty of nature in unity spread,
From that pure glow in your eyes, I see.

Even if thousands of lines of praise I write,
Unexplainable still remain your true self,
All these words in verse I weave,
May these garland you right now and ever after.”

The evening garlanded me with colorful views,
The night mellowed hearing me recite,
Those lines of verse and the night fell asleep,
And the poet and me sat on the couch awake,
Watching the night snoring through howls of an owl.

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