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She – Sixteen.

About the day I was born I wish I knew,
Then the brain slowly learned about a puzzle,
The big one where slowly pieces he fitted,
And made an image my childhood wonderfully played.

That image taught well and from mind slowly faded,
As new set of pieces came around and brain played,
The adolescent age made a romantic image and loved,
Then the image by storms of life broke and pieces burned.

In the youth a new set of pieces I found,
And a new puzzle I played and a new image made,
Ah’ the cycles of life brought a new set of storms,
Even the best of my efforts to save the puzzle, failed.

When passing through the mid-thirties I prayed,
Not to see a set of pieces I should arrange, but,
Life the monster at my conscience thrown,
An image to refuse, for me impossible to make real,

Ah’ in my mind I made the pieces one by one,
And the puzzle formed slow and steady,
Then the image shown eyes so bright,
Then the image shown a smile I can’t forget.

Ah’ years passed and with that image I wrote,
Verses that into my mind whispered,
Stories of romance I myself never thought I knew,
And more and more verses I wrote in peace of mind.

Then a day broke up around the eastern skies,
Shattering every bit of mists of Autumn morn,
Sun grew bright and shined bright like a mocking smile,
Then she came, Oh’ she came, with a real loving smile.

Oh’ as in every way different I am, I prayed,
And in every way Oh’ every day I tried,
To break the puzzle from every corner of life,
Ah’ the smile became laughs of life’s mockery.

Life, the monster never gave me love I said,
Life, gave me love of my own to give,
And as she abandoned the roads to my love,
The hurting thorns deep into soul pierced.

Ah’ to the defeated soul, the pained soul to cry I said,
And in the weeping of my soul to pray I trained,
Oh’ I failed again and again to erase and break that puzzle,
As stubborn life stood the ground and screamed.

She, the twin flame of your soul is the love of your life.

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You, Me And Us

There is a quill in my mind that is writing.
There are couple of eyes out there looking,
There is a dream out there floating,
Ah’ let the dream fly on its own,
For this man never owned it,
May never will own it,
I am no man who wants to lose you,
I am no man who wants to lose myself,
My love for you forever will be there.
Can’t do anything more,
Can’t say anything more,
Think hard darling, how much you love me,
And do what it takes to bring to me,
What we will never lose,
You, me and us.

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The Onlooker.

A busy day in the sweetness of summer born,
With trees standing with leaves and parasites covered,
With the awakening humanity the chaos started,
What wonderful ways Oh’ our lives we complicated.

The employed rushed to their employment,
At home mothers and father for the day prepared,
The unemployed busier than the employed all around rushed,
Ah’ there is more to do when not employed than when employed.

One after the other past in images in and out faded,
Lifeless days, undisciplined ways, all meaningless, now united,
As monuments of a past forever in soul engraved,
The meanings of it all, as an image in a mirror I see.

Ah’ every step I made, the ground gave away,
The fallen truth, the image in the mirror distorted,
Unbearable silence forcefully broken,
To scream I tried, but only sobs out of me came.

Life the revealer, revealed more than asked for,
Still wondered why always from far I looked,
But never were close enough to feel it all,
As the blessing of it all in the mirror never I saw.

Oh’ never to look at the mirror I decided,
Silence all the arrows at me fired,
A lone way I expected and longer it felt,
As round and round is all I can go on.

The mirror in the middle, me around it running,
In the morning light all I see,
Ah’ the one running don’t look at the mirror anymore,
As the blessing he seeks, stood looking at him, with tear filled eyes.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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