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Blog Post About This Poem.

To the big lake the streams started flowing,
From fattened unfreezing rocks fell little pebbles,
And through the water in haste tumbled on,
Ah’ felt like the life of a human into world plunge in.

A fancy youth from the city life took refuge,
With her friends around the shore a creek,
And to her galloped the waters under rolled,
The pebble by the waters and sand well polished.

Picked up by a youth filled beauty who loved,
The little rock that shined bright from the rays,
From her eyes reflected that made the pebble prettier,
What she thought as a dead stone, in her warmth lived.

Miles and miles with her the pebble traveled,
Her gladness with smiles it seen,
Her sadness from hidden pockets felt,
And gave a little coolness during disappointments.

Oh’ through disappointments or out of sheer boredom,
She left the pebble and in the absence of her warmth,
Life left the pebble as unknown in a landfill it laid,
World indeed goes around but always comes around.

Wind joined shiny summer days, then brought fallen leaves,
Then joined the frozen air then all around the valley spread,
Fallen pollen and made the rain in spring and summer, dance.
Ah’ through those rains and wind the pebble into the world rolled.

Then one day a drifter’s caught the pebble and he picked,
In the warmth of his hand a new life the pebble took,
Into his veins, blood and thoughts through energy the pebble spoke,
The story of her who dreamed, feared, doubted, and loved.

From the heart of plains she came and with hopes she lived,
In those hopes a dream grew, where love filled smiled,
A charming boy, who read her thoughts and with love fulfilled,
Every wish of her, like a God sent angel, who only blessed.

Work and life or work filled life to her brought faces,
Many faces smiled without life, all of them in life failed,
To bring love to her life with the preciousness of sanctity,
Then a fantastic day brought to her an unexpected smile.

Unlike the pretty pebble ah’ rough and tough he spoke,
But with a soft voice and smile gifted her a bit of peace,
Gossips of good and bad, sad and glad about him she heard,
A warrior who fought the worldly ways in the peace of loneliness.

He is not an angel any youth filled girl will dream,
But dreams of all kinds he saw and to words he translated,
His foreign ways and beliefs, Oh’ contrary from all she known,
Brought to her mind fear and doubt though a connection she felt.

Every word he picked to weave his thoughts to express,
His love and the meaning of her to his lonely life,
Ah’ she found a touch of love she always wished she found,
But not in a man, who looked and talked in ways different.

One day they clashed in love for each other and failed,
That day away she walked after hurt-filled words of rejection.
The pebbled remembered nothing more as at that point lost,
The warmth of her love she felt for an unexpected lover.

The drifter knew not what he felt was real or not,
The pebble back to another landfill found a faster way,
Not knowing if the girl ever found a way to love,
A man who dedicated his love and life only for her.

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Blog Post About This Poem – Read This Before Reading The Poem.

“Blended into dawn and dusk is the twilight,
Blended into every life is happiness and sadness,
Blended into evil and lies are good and truth,
Blended into every poem is the soul of the poet.”

When waking up somewhere in the back of mind echoed,
These lines broken into a million pieces and scattered,
Ah’ the twilight of the dawn came and waited and surrendered,
To the might of sun and maybe these are the thoughts left.

The numb mind cannot find reasons to think and comprehend,
Like a spark-less fireplace sat listening to hear the unheard,
Hard I tried to understand the misunderstood, ah’ hard it was,
But slow and steady order in mind through thoughts came.

Then started a mindless whisper for reasons in doubts,
As stallions of the daylight faster through time ran,
When doubts from a misunderstood mind cleared,
Ah’ Spring time bloomed in soul with only her face.

At that high point of the day, a dragon born in depths,
Of heart that sucked every bit of energy of a loving man,
And through the fire spitting thoughts conscience asked,
“If the reader doesn’t like a poem why read?

If the poem is misunderstood why explain?
Oh’ don’t they know the poet is blended into poetry?”
I ran away from the day and the dusk’s twilight dance,
As in the middle of crowd I sat, artificial gladness in mind, set.

Back home, sweet home with questions of conscience I came,
And to conscience with a smile of irony I replied,
“This poet shatters his heart, merges his soul into every bit,
Of his being and writes about his unforgiven love, to be read,

Oh’ it is like giving all of himself blended into words for her”.
I looked and bowed as I know another filament of my soul is lit.

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Blog Post About This Poem.

Searched and searched again, ah’ once upon a time,
For a reason to change my heart from a path,
Away from crowd and dust, deep into the woods I went,
Where a path out or a path in I searched and lost.

When morning came back mind away from thoughts I took,
Day took me south and back home in cheer I came,
As on the way at the coffee shop the omen I sought I saw,
A path to her heart and a path to a world of dreams.

The world of us stopped turning but our minds churned,
Then away from each other to nothing we both turned,
The path to dreams became the path to our hearts,
Where in each dream for my unbroken heart, I searched.

Oh’ my heart waited in an omen who became a dream,
Every path outwards one after the other dreams closed,
Mind that churned, ah’ started turning life but the world,
Oh’ the world stopped and life at the same point spinned.

Spirit and flesh found different ways in life and love,
A hundred ways opened to end the waiting and to spread,
Life into happiness and blend happiness with love,
Nothing I know and nothing I want to know to end,

Loving you, my dear, my dearest.

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Blog Post About This Poem.

How wonderful the moon lit up the sky,
As nocturnal life around woke up in annoyed,
Lights they don’t like as what they see matters not,
What sees them brings danger beyond knowledge.

Monotonous city life took busy minds to countryside,
Where the pace of life our well fought gained freedom, decide,
Ten thousand cars are not screaming to reach destinations,
No one is planning to loot you, rape you, or kill you.

Mornings like yesterday unfolded, evenings for tomorrow closed,
The bartenders smiled sincerely from heart to give cheer,
The drunk just fell apart and to their homes walked,
None thought about graphs, computers, and retirement plans,

A morning brewed before eyes as my sleep left town unchecked,
Boredom brewed in the house where everything repeated,
For reasons myself cannot comprehend and they cannot justify,
The sweet hot tea gave a burn on lips for an unexpected change.

To myself I said, “I am awake” and to the echoes listened,
My heart beat at a pace that made me restful and calm,
Boredom left when I questioned my conscience about the calm,
Conscience brought to me a new fiction about my love life with her.

Sitting around the blabbering television, I woke my soliloquy,
And the fiction I told that echoed all around my house,
The falling in love, the marriage, the family, and a long life,
I took the last sip from the cold tea as nocturnal life around woke.

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Blog Post About This Poem – Read This Before Reading The Poem.

In black and white in patience they stood,
Loyal guards of the knights, bishops, queen and king.
Power changes with position in the squares,
As the pawns stood, bare naked to take the hits.

Minds strategized each and every move,
With pride and honor of each position they fought,
Pawns, bishops, and knights fell but the queen stood,
And fought for the king with all her might.

A step aside, ahead or back he moved,
All in the watchful eyes of the queen’s protection,
Minds boggled to make moves ahead,
The fallen, the exchanged ah’ warmed the blood.

The rooks held the corners and, they moved,
Sacrificing for the knights, bishops and queen.
Pawns a step at a time moved and with every move,
Gained more power when at the other side they reached.

When all is lost one side declared checkmate,
As no more can that queen protect her loved king.
The lost king in rejection and dejection retreated,
Facing the pry of a faceless monster of disgrace.

Oh’ I looked at the chessboard again and again,
And thought again and again about the wrongs,
Nothing wrong I found in any move I made.
All I found were stranger than anything I know.

Every time into a relationship I moved,
Precise planning and wonderful things I do,
In a chess game the moment the queen dies,
The king’s trouble is not much moves he can make.

As for me, the last time thought of relationship I began,
Life’s fast-moving fate delivered a dead queen in my hands.

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Sincerity, Oh’ if you were a human you will have,
The face of my darling, the smile of my dearest,
For upon the face of her I always wish in prayers,
To see the prettiest smiles for which tirelessly I work.

Sanctity, Oh’ if you were a human you will adore,
The heart and soul of a woman, who weaves my dreams,
Every day with a new thread in her own heart she weaves,
And in the beat of her heart I listen and in my mind’s eyes see.

Commitment, Oh’ if you were a human you will be me,
For through my eyes a soul the world will see,
A soul that took her image, a soul that in love for her fills,
Every sense that touches my senses, the knowledge of her.

Days spread out weeks and weeks to months of romance,
Love, they say, “Is an ocean in which one will be lost”,
Lost I am not but, Oh’ touch of your lovely heart I gained,
A heart I know a little more, day and night in my romance.

Ah’ the air is warm; light is bright to carry my love to you.

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Oh’ does the passing time know the pain of waiting?
The wilderness of thoughts in desperations asked.
Lovers never loses their love as forever embedded,
In their genes a mark of their true love for their love felt.

Oh’ will time every shed tears as the fallen lover screams?
In the tragedy of the mockery of lifetimes of passions,
By one moment of misunderstandings and disagreements,
All they lose is time from a life much shorter than they know.

The spreading wind took hands of time and blew the dust,
To show the world how love in hearts were destroyed,
To show how love in the material world were shredded,
Ah’ how evil gnawed through two loving hearts.

Deep in his heart images of her were drawn,
No evil of the material world can destroy, no time can erase,
Imageless soul, Oh’ wanders in a world of soulless humanity,
Shadows behind and beyond in celebrations danced.

Loneliness again celebrated through shadows with no figures,
Mind shivered upon the lines of sanity and insanity,
Visions lost their meanings into a dust filled world,
Only the howling of the wind pounding winds heard.

Sun may set again in the west and rise in the east,
Time may rewrite history of pain in another way,
Love from a can never be erased by pain or worldly fun,
As I dedicated life in loving you knowingly and unknowingly.

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The blue jay as if in a flow of music from a flute, flew,
The winds in counterpoint played the leaves like violins,
Her wings fluttering through the falling dew rhymed,
With beating hearts of lovers, holding breathe in prayers.

The sun from his hiding spot behind clouds sneaked,
As if soft fingers upon a harp glided swiftly,
Ah’ music through nature up and down danced,
And romancing smiles upon hopeful lovers sprouted.

Stillness and silence have left the valley of the lovers,
All that fell in the fall and froze in the winter, forgotten,
The cheering sprouts up to heave looked as if in thankfulness,
For the spreading prosperity, of land, air, and the singing river.

The inspiration to live longer and longer, happier and happier,
Ah’ shook the whole body into forgetfulness of reality,
The unreal looked and sounded like the real but then we know,
Oh’ all that we imagined as unreal ah’ in real unfolded.

Unreal to real, happier to unhappier, ah’ life can seesaw,
Clouds can conceal, yet light from sun still will reach,
Nature can unfold the magnificence of a mighty creation,
All will make man a forgetful creature of flesh and blood.

Yet, inspiration from unreal and real, happier and unhappier came,
Not to forget the one true inspiration to construct happier thoughts,
A smile and bright eyes, a heart and fantastic soul, and beauty that fills,
Every bit of nature a man through all his senses feels, your face.

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The lonely tree’s branches like an Indian dancer’s pose stood,
As the volcanic rocks towered behind like a witness of ire,
Of a gone by past of violent actions and reactions when making,
Mother Nature from gas, dust, and water from all corners of universe.

The fury gone, mother calmed, children were born, trees grown,
Floods came, water receded, maps were drawn, by her own hands,
Wiser and wiser humanity became, pole to pole directions we wrote,
And directionless became races, religions, nations, and empires.

No expert I am to say what is good and what is evil,
What is beautiful, what is not beautiful as in all I know,
There is good, there is beautiful, there is evil, and unpleasant,
Ah’ we failed to learn, understand, and accept the balance.

The twists and turns of the dynamics of life, ah’ how unpredictable,
Mind blown schematics like the patterns in a kaleidoscope turns,
A flick of fingers, everything changes, all through a narrow tunnel seen.
What wonders of world we have seen? How many more we ignored?

Earth in its mighty magnificence, ah’ silently tilts and turns,
None knows the perfection of the grand scheme of anything,
Oceans grew darker and darker in depths; brighter soul glows,
The deeper and deeper I search for the meanings of my feelings.

No silence shut my ears; no words dilute my thoughts, only a chant,
Blended into the beat of my heart, in no verses I can repeat,
No images, no similes, no colors, ah’ an endless ocean of love,
Lighting every moment of yours as a new lesson of life you learn.

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Blog Post About This Poem – Read This Before Reading The Poem.

The sky over the cityscape floated,
Mind felt looking upside down at the world,
And over the landless lake moved,
Clouds, to heal the wrath and crimes,
Upon the passed by lands seen.

The pained, and painning, cruelty, and kindness,
The dreamers, and dreams, the fulfilled, and failed,
Laughters, and tears, smirks, and smiles,
Oh’ emotions of humans outshined even the thunderbolt,
The cry of the shattered dream unheard, deliberately.

The clouds scattered into the darkness of night who spread,
His wings across plains, and plateaus, and mountains, and seas,
Life for many a drama of upon a floating stage filled,
With unanswered questions, and unpredictable actions.
The scream of the soul pierced, ah’ beyond human hearing.

Dawns came, noons flourished, lives lived, but for the unloved,
Blooms bloomed, dusks came, nights widespread, but still failed,
To feel the heart, to feel the soul, and for eternity pain unfold,
What better curse an unloved can have than being unloved?
Fail their dreams, siege them and make them feel, in a coffin.

Lifeless dreams, dreamless lives, compassionate hearts lay wreaths,
Define to heavens compassion, after broken hearts fall and buried,
Define to the world, what charity pays dues, for shattered dreams,
Oh’ dear, the dearest no more love can be sought without your face,
For I know none can ever come anywhere close to the way you love.

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