No Show Here?

Hello Sam, My Mo Cushle,
  How are you doing? Haven’t seen you here in my site for couple
of days now. Well…. I don’t know if you liked me commenting on your
MySpace. You know why I think so, these days I am not fully confident
of my actions, as many backfired. If so let me know. Don’t worry. If I
don’t see your comments I feel a little bad and sad that’s all.
Unfortunately, in MySpace I saw “Online now” under your picture in my
friends area, so I thought you may come here. Its okay if you don’t
want to comment. But let me know. Alrighty.

The Signature Of A True Human Is The Smile He/She Brings On The Face Of Others.
Riaz Ahammed.

PS: My Brother sent this to me along with a lot of e-books. I thought this may be beneficial to you more than me. The Craft Of Writing Science Fiction

Wonderful Gems.

Wonderful day that went away in a pace I wanted. WOW I never had a day
like this in a long time. I am all relaxed now. These are times when I
really layback and remember good and bad times and say, “It’s all good
man”.
  When I write in these times, I write with arrogance in mind. I
am a very arrogant person. If someone have a feeling that I am a very
polite soft talking man they wrong you are.

I am.
   Short Tempered,
   Aggressive,
   Optimistic,
   Walk on the thin line between sanity and insanity.

I will be,
    Me.

I want to be.
   Remembered by at least one person.

I write because.
    I want to make at least one person feel good on every day.

But what kinda writing comes out. That depend of what I deal with. Here
is another poem written out of a feeling of Anger. Artificially created
anger. Because I know what will come out of it will be this.

Wonderful Gems.

Glittering like wonderful gems,
Even when darkness in depth penetrates.
In every look giving a feeling of compassion,
The determination of a beautiful soul shown,
In the eyes of yours my enchantress.

Time may wrinkle your skin,
Some of your sense may fail,
Even your eyes may fail to see,
As time with age wraps you to oldness.

O no time will take your love from your eyes,
No age will wrinkle the beauty of you heart,
As its your love that shows in all glory,
From your eyes on every moment of yours,
And I and everyone who see know that well.

O this lover of yours who see that well,
Can only say shut your eyes not now,
To the love of mine and take away,
That glory and glittering from my eyes.

Light Of My Life.

Life is a silly joke, at least for me. I am enjoying that joke the best
I can.  That’s all I can say.  I might’ve hurt a lot many
people in my past with lies and deceptions. But past is lost and is in the dark and I will never
let it hurt me or haunt me again. Well… Said that… I am cool here in
Overland Park, my sister-in-law’s cooking is amazing. I am like an
overeaten python. I can’t move after eating some great food. I think
all the weight I lost in the last one year will come back in four days
of stay here.

Now here is a little poem I wrote. This indeed is a true question from
me. I don’t know if ever anyone will come in front of me and at least
try to answer this question. I wish there is someone. If not then I am
lost.

Light Of My Life.

What, in your eyes you see?
What, with you ears you hear?
What, with every other sense you feel?
O I wonder with every sense of mine!

What, in the mind you wish?
What, in the dreams you dream?
O let the lights that show your dreams,
Be everlasting in fulfillment of your life.

If the paths of your dreams,
Go dark in the tricks of fate,
There is a candle I wish to kindle,
That shows the light of my life.

But will you keep your heart open and see,
And walk the path of your life in that little light?

Day Of No Writing.

Hello Everyone,
   I am in Overland Park,
KS. I got in here earlier than
expected. Nothing much happened during the trip. I just didn’t feel like
writing that’s all. I am here with my brother and family. They are back from India after a
vacation. My sister-in-law was surprised to see a trim down me. I weighed about
228lbs when I left Kansas
more than a year ago. After reaching Texas
I added more weight increased to around 245lbs. Then I know I am
getting sick
and tired of carry all these weight around. Started a diet and light
exercise,
now I am down to 196lbs. I should be about 175lbs. My nephew and niece
were
excited to see me around. My niece asked me “How did you become so
small”
hehehe. My nephew mmm saw him in the evening. He was out watching a
Basket Ball
game in which his classmate was playing. He also told “He you became
thin”.
Happy I am haha. I started a myspace account. I visited another persons
site today. That inspired to start an account…. but what will I post
there mmmm I don’t know. It is a bit confusing place. Here is the link PoetryShell

Just a remark here with a confession. My date of birth is
wrong in the profile area. That is the official one, yes. It happened because
there were no record keeping in our little town in India in 1969. I was born on Feb 14th
1969 not 1970. I said this because there are people who lie about their age.
That leaves a mystery about everything else they said. True or False.

 

To You.

You know, women are good workers but sometime the screw up big time.
Oh’ boy, yesterday I told the receptionist at the hotel that I need a
cab Saturday morning at 6:00. As usual I slept at about 2:30AM. My
friend in Texas woke me up at about 4:00AM all drunk saying something
about a stripper. I told him to go to sleep and do a complete medical
check up today. I might have slept at about 5:00 grrrrr exactly at 6:00
a woman called me and said. “Sir, your cab is ready”… I said “haha you
are right on time, but 24 hours earlier silly… ” enough sleeping I got
up and sat on the sofa and fallen asleep there. Then a knock on the
door, at about 6:30AM “Room service” by this time I am really pissed, I
opened the door, a beautiful young lady standing with a smile.

I asked her “Do you have a watch?”

She said “Yeah”,

I told her “Check the time”

“6:32, What’s Up?” That’s what she asked.

I first asked politely “Are you out of your mind to work at this hour?”
She gave me a smile. I know this lady is not going to go… I told her.
“Considering your looks, if by service you mean…. “Service”, you are
welcome at anytime” That’s it, she vanished within a micro second.

I went back to the sofa and slept till 8:30AM. When I woke up I really
felt bad and while I was walking out through the corridor I saw the
girl. I called her and apologized to her. The saddest part is she wept
when I apologized. I came out of the hotel got into the car… then got
out went back and apologized  again … this time she smiled and said “You know,
you are not a bad guy like I thought… I have no hard feelings, and
don’t complain about waking you up so early.. I needed to take off
early to go to New York”  hahaha I gave her one of my Nutrigrain
Cereal bars and went to work.

At work, I am all set today, I finished the testing of all programs I
wrote then I talked to the current company I am working to relieve me
by Feb 8th. I thought they might do something crooked to mess me up.
Well that went well. It was a good week altogether.

This poem, just a scribble I thought is not that bad. There was no
reason to write it at all. I did not thought this out. I just wrote
it…. Thinking about a girl… mmm not the morning maid, but a wonderful
girl… Haha. I started writing it at exactly 4:02PM and finished at
4:23PM. So, if there are any flaws… well.. I know most of you don’t
care about it. But still… Forgive me. Today is a day for apologies haha.

I don’t know if I will be online tomorrow through Tuesday. If I am I
will post another long poem hehehe. I will give you a head start…. It
is called “NymphoManiac”. Imagine, the rough draft itself is 47 lines.
So a long poem is on its way. Most probably I will finish it during
flight. A good place to write a poem called NymphoManiac, Airplane haha.

I got my Laptop back, it like “Paradise Regained”.

Have wonderful weekend everyone.

To
You.

O I do not want to fail and fall,
Upon your feet O my love,
Waited and waited to hear a word of care,
But parted, you, without even a smile.

Love me for who I am,
Love me for what I am not,
Love me for the love of my love,
For in love more clearly I see,
Your eyes and that little heart,
Forever thriving to be loved.

Though you and I never exists in love,
There exists two souls who cannot go apart,
As the love of mine, forever holds you in heart.

O these are all silly little talks of mine,
To myself, to comfort my paining heart,
You alone can bring me that breeze,
That will soothe the pain of my lonely heart.

You alone can calm me down,
As my mind and body eagerly waits,
For that smile to show at the door steps of mine.
Is that day today or a day in my morrows?
Or is that a day never destined to be born?

There are no more words I seek,
To express my love for you, dear,
As my whole life has become the expression,
Of my love for you forever.   

Mind Of An Unloved Man.

This Thursday was far better than last Thursday. I loved
myself in this day more than the last several days. Wow, nothing really
happened. Haha that’s good you know. It is better than all things going
wrong at once. The only problem is I have like zero confidence left in
me. You know that’s what bad times will do to you. It will drain out
every bit of your confidence in you. I will regain it. Writing my mind
out is a good way I know how to build confidence. Especially writing
poems like the one below. Accepting my flaws, getting accustomed to
those flaws a little more so that I can straighten them up, then mix
them all up with something I don’t have haha you all know what I am
talking about.

It was a day that was pleasant. I accept that I
couldn’t do anything this day. Even this poem I wrote in about an hour
is not the best of mine. But forgive me it is just an attempt of
someone trying his best to hang on to a string of hay.

 Before
I end. I don’t know how many of you might’ve noticed the Custom Module
box on the left of my site. It is a free email account of PoetryBox.
Yeah, I attached my xanga to a domain. www.poetrybox.us. If anyone is
interested you can have a free email account. Alright, one more day,
then I am on a trip to Kansas. Nothing much there just a visit to my
brother whom I haven’t seen for more than a year. I miss his children
more than him. Most probably I will post some pictures after the Kansas
trip.

Mind Of An Unloved Man.

The taming of mind after the wild chase,
After her who still remains an illusion.
In emptiness I penanced,
For an unrealistic life ahead,
And her heart so elusive,
My mind elongated in time and space ran after.

I speak of no dreams anymore,
For they all were like virus,
That ate out mind, leaving remorse.

I keep no hope in any day ahead,
As all hope disappeared in her silence,
The fear in me grew everyday,
As the silence haunted, even in the bright-lit day.

She did not see the passion of her dreams in me,
Her illusion of love did not paint my face,
Every image in my eyes lost,
In the deep and dark dreams of the unloved,
And once more my own conscience laughed,
At me in the mockery of my loveless life.

O loveless I maybe after the wildest rides,
Uptowns to downtowns and to countryside,
I went after mirages of pathetic material life,
Though love alone is not life, I learned,
The love of a girl I will always miss.

Mind is a mystery mankind never learned,
Love is mystery my mind always hunted,
Though lost again love still remain,
Deep in the heart with every freshness known.

Then I felt a light breeze blowing from the west,
The wind touched nothing but me,
The hissing sound, played like a thousand violins,
By Nature deep into my ear and to my heart,
And the heart opened once more to welcome,
A new love in all her freshness,
Though darkness still holds its hard grip,
Up in the sky blink multitude of stars,
Making me pray for the darkness to hold on,
As a new star is born with my love for you,
Glowing to you in all colors you choose.

Being Human.

Haha, I think stunned some of my regular readers with a long poem. If
you are stunned, then you are going to lose me, what is to come are
five more long poems like the one you saw in the previous post. Then I
have already chosen the next two characters I am going to write about.
In between you will get short poems like this one I am posting. There
is a relief. If I feel love towards any girl, haha, all fictitious
characters take a back seat. I will write the happy part first, then
she will dump me, then I will write the sad part, which you all will
read hehehe. But falling for another girl? That girl must be really
good. I mean really good. There is another side to this. If a girl is
that good, why would she come after me? So my lovely readers prepare
for reading long poems.

 Okay enough crazy talk. It was raining all morning here. When I
was going for lunch I saw a shot on a T.V in a shop. Just a passing
shot on T.V in which I saw an African American girl holding a dead
puppy and looking above saying something. I don’t even know what
channel it was. I looked in the evening news in the local channels if
they repeat that shot. Nope none of them showed it again. Just now I
thought of checking my emails I thought out this poem. It came from
that passing shot.

One good news. My attorney filed the first part of my Visa extension papers. It is in the hands of God now.

Being
Human.

Ah, the glittering colors up in the horizon seen,
Scattered clouds begging mercy at the bleeding sun,
They were part of the storm that danced wild,
Thunders and lightning, wind and floods carving,
Life in a day in the gloomy nature’s wrath.

Sirens are all died down in the silence,
A deadly calm waits for events unknown,
Ravens sharpening their beaks upon the dried out oak,
Sleepless owls turning their heads again and again.

Oh’ what disaster the whole Nature and unspeaking awaits?
Do they know more than all man made science know?
Or were they all stunned by some mischief done?
As a poet who walks through the middle age of his life,
I see far beyond the horizon and its colors,
I feel powerful than the best thunderbolt that grounded,
In the mind of a human in spiritual awakening,
As I watch that little child praying for her dead little puppy.

Tess Of The D’Urbervilles-Phase The Third. The Rally.

Hello All,

    I know this is a hard call for many of my readers. There are others who are waiting to see this. Well the ones waiting to see are not xangans. I think you all may still remember my attempt to write “Tess Of The D’Urbervilles” character into a poem. Here is the third phase of that poem. Like I said during the first and second I will re-write this again.

  This poem was long when I finished the rough draft. It was 382 lines long. I edited out a lot and brought it down to about 130 lines. Then I understood that I edited too much. So I re-wrote but took out some huge description of the dairy life in England to make it reasonably long.  Well I hope some people in Xanga will read.

I am keeping my promise. I will finish the rest of the story as quick as possible.
Here are the links to the first two phases. As I have taken a long break from this you can read that too, before coming to this one.

Tess Of The D’Urbervilles. Phase The First–The  Maiden.

Tess Of The D’Urbervilles-Phase The Second–Maiden No More

Tess Of The D’Urbervilles-Phase The Third. The Rally.

The May morning over Marlott seemed gloomy,
As once more Tess left her little village,
Though the May morning sun was bright,
Mind of her and everyone who loved her,
With regrets filled of the recent years.
It’s hard to leave Liza Lu(1) and Abby boy,
Hope and Modesty she will miss them both,
And the younger ones may find it hard to remember,
When in some holidays they see her next.
Tess thought it is the best for her and them,
As little good from her they can gain,
And a lot of harm by her example.

The journey to Talbothays itself was like the weather,
Brightened by the hour by the vivid life she seen,
From the gloomy past her heart warmed,
As through intervening uplands she passed,
And walked along the tunes of birds,
Singing ballads of praise of God,
For all the beauty through her senses felt.
And brisk walked to the lowlands of green,
It was no tiring journey for this girl with life filled,
As she heard a pleasant voice in every breeze,
Every birds note a lurk of joy,
In meditation tuned her heart to purity,
The walk became a pilgrimage away from her past.

The diary life welcomed she like her own looks,
The early morning milking and skimming,
Milking times passed by with tales told,
From medieval times through yester years,
The songs sung in the early morn,
Like the chanting in a monastery,
Brought peace even in unborn calves.

Tess blended into the cow herd easily,
And cows upon the belly her cheeks pressed,
Took a share of her own beauty for that moment.
The cows that were all named,
With pretty names with their majestic looks,
The gentle cows and the stubborn ones,
Kicking buckets for their favorite hands.

From behind a cow came a face,
A face looked upon by every dairymaid,
A face her memory will never forget,
As in the corner of heart remained,
That face even in the worst terror she faced,
The face once she wished so close,
Those hands once she wished held her own,
Upon the meadows during that May Day dance.
Angel Clare at six and twenty,
Filled the heart of even the stubborn cow.

Angle Clare was no dairyman,
The parson’s son who left the Godly work,
And choose farming in colonial lands,
Apprentice he was in this diary world,
After learning the shepherd ways,
Some where in the northern moors.

Early bedtimes with stories from dairymaids,
Breakfast, lunch and dinner with everyone,
The walk in the morning summer fog,
And evening filled her heart in full,
With sweetness of life she never dreamt,
Listening to the music of harp played,
By Angel in his solitary life.

The fancy talk at breakfast time,
About how souls can be made to leave,
Our bodies by lying in the grass at night,
Staring at stars by fixing the mind upon it,
Driving the soul hundreds of miles away,
Made every eye in the room zoomed upon Tess’s lips,
So came the eye of Angel Clare,
A thousand flashes passed through his mind,
“What a fresh virginal daughter of Nature is she”,
Said he about Tess to his own soul.
That gave him a thought of her pretty face,
But where, when and how,
He couldn’t tell from his memory of past.
Innocence in her fantasy words,
Charm of her beauty spread,
Imprinted deep in his lonely heart,
The face of Tess over other maids,
Whenever he thought of womankind.

The days of the milkmaids passed,
With thoughts and talks about Angel Clare,
Nights of the milkmaids passed,
In their dreams about Angel Clare.
No thoughts, talks or dreams passed,
Through the mind of Tess,
As any notion of passion always led,
To the brutal experience of her past.

A past she wished gone into a silent memory,
But every word of love and passion heard,
Shivered Tess beyond her senses can hide.

Though the daily morning walks of Tess,
And her evening strolls around diary lands,
Found her ways in solitude,
To ward off the grief of disgrace and death.

Every moment after the breakfast view,
Every bit of Tess impressed,
Angel Clare closer to her heart.
Angel Clare to Tess was more,
Than any man she ever new,
His ways and talks made her view,
Him as an intelligence than a normal man.

Her hope and bitterness, fairness and fancy,
Thoughts and opinions always made Angel think,
Of his understanding of her in every way,
The freshness of Jasmine flower,
The perfection of youth blended,
The completeness of every beauty conceived,
In the calmness of Nature’s novelty.

Tess lived the happiest days of her life,
Early morning walks through the summer fog,
With Angel Clare by her side,
Though not of intentions,
Studied each other a little more every day,
The deeper the understanding of their minds,
Each other in love with every bit of what they learned,
When attraction of outer beauty grown deep,
Into love of souls in eagerness thrived,
To unite for the perfection of their love.

Her countenance in the morning sun,
Erased every feeling of flesh and blood,
From the mind of Angel Clare,
The love in him made her unearthly,
In the purest form of womankind.

Tess though in the purest form of happiness,
Still trembled in the horror of her past,
She knew the love of Angel Clare,
And she knew her unworthiness,
And she tried to divert his love,
But failed again and again,
As his love for her grew day by day.
Forced her to avoid his company,
And moved away from his way,
Left him perplexed and in pain,
When every sense of him focused deep,
To know more the mind of Tess
Tess lived with her own pain.
The love she held deep in her own heart,
That may out pour as she tired to hold,
Knowing the pain of Angel Clare,
That pained her more day by day.

The warmer weather brought the summer rain,
In the night before that fateful Sunday morn,
The nightly rain flooded the walk way to church,
As the well dressed maids with Tess stood confused,
Not knowing how to cross the water in their best dress,
Angel came as the Angel to carry them one by one
When Angel carried the dairymaids,
Crossing the flooded roads to the churchyard.
In his hands Tess felt the love of him,
And he said that all these trouble he took,
Was for holding her in the arm of his.
Alas, she can’t think of anything more,
She can’t say another word,
A love she avoided with all her strength,
At last she felt in her own heart.
As his lips came close to her own lips,
Rest of the dairymaids felt the love of both.

Angle Clare’s mind was a mess,
As in consciousness and in sleep,
Her face, her hands, her body, her eyes,
All filled his mind and soul.
Every thought started with Tess,
Every thought was about Tess,
And every thought of Angel Clare about Tess,
Never ended in his mind filled with love for Tess.

As the summer prepared to leave that year,
And fall prepared to color every thing around,
When every lovers mind finds hard to keep control,
Of the love that screams from inside the soul,
The love of Angel Clare outpoured from his mind,
From the milking bench he held her in his arms,
And told her how dear was his love for her.
Love unheard to mankind till that day,
Love listened by every bit of Nature around,
And celebrated by birds and trees and flowers alike,
As the purity of that love filled into the heart of Tess,
That moment brought tears in her eyes,
And we all know the sweetness in the drop or two.

(End Of Phase The Third) (1) Liza Lu. Sister of Tess though not mentioned in the book much. Becomes an important part of the story in the last paragraph of the book. The name Liza Lu is the short form of Eliza Louisa. Keep an eye on this character in my poems to come.

If you want to read the text I followed for this phase visit this link Tess Of The D’Urbervilles-Phase The Third. The Rally.

My Promise.

Another holiday Monday. I watched couple of movies on HBO then went to
BestBuy to see if my laptop is back. No, it is only shipped from MN
mmmm sad… I don’t know I love laptops hehehe. Then watched the Golden
Globes, wow pretty women in pretty dresses driving everyman out of his
mind. The only man I noticed, my favorite guy in Hollywood these days,
George Clooney. One heck of a man, I always complain about my grey
hair. Well it is a beauty for that guy haha. It was so nice to see
Bernie Taupin winning an award, though not with Elton John, but of
course writing a song for a Gay movie hehehe. See Mr.Taupin always need
something gay for success even though he himself is not gay.
 Well..
notable moment this evening. None of the Desperate House wives got any
awards for acting. I liked that. Lost, won an award, even though I
haven’t seen even one episode of that show my friends love this show. I
thought George Clooney may win the award for the best director. But I
haven’t seen the movie ‘Brokeback Mountain’. I may never see that
hehehe.

That was my day. Sorry for the late post. You know
what I was doing all day already. Now this poem, last month someone
asked me to explain my first kiss… Well I explained I was like 14 years
old in a very conservative town, the girl was two years older to me.
Well things did not ended with just a kiss hahaha, that was the first
everything.  During the New Year time, I was in the office busy
and getting crazy with work and after finishing work I was driving back
to my room and I remembered the first kiss. I immediately started
recording into my voice recorder which was really funny to listen to,
it was like audio porn hehehe. I deleted it after getting the main
idea, my explanation was that bad. That’s what the first part of the
poem is all about. The next part is not written for myself even though
in the poem it is me who is the character. It was written in a general
way. Like I said in my update yesterday in LonelyPoet.Org “There was no
one out there to love me. I am positive about that.” Yeah… so the
second part is just a fantasy, so the poem is kinda inconclusive.

Have
a wonderful week ahead folks… I love you all. Next weekend mmmm I may
not be online at all. I am going to see “Dorothy” well.. I mean, I am
going to Kansas.

My Promise.

Three days… a face that filled,
My life in precious patterns,
The glory of a life time of passions,
Obsessed everyday until those days, fulfilled.

The giggling water streams of a hill side stream,
Played never ending symphonies,
As you and I lived in a bubble flown up,
As even the feeling of love shied away.

Upon that day I promised never to forget,
But those moments of sex and passion and days,
Went into the past of you and I,
Life as calamity dried away with your image.

All these years I held to you an obligation,
My first woman, though so young we were,
A never ending dream those days left in me,
Every moment with you lived in a corner of my heart.

Now in the hope of rejuvenating life in another love,
I have to leave every passion of those days away
As upon the love of an innocent lover I drown,
Love I never got in every ‘body’ that passed through my arms.

Upon the eyes of a girl I never touched I promise,
Holding every star witness, I swear,
That the love I always held in is for this girl,
Whom I love, more than anything anyone ever loved.

There
were flaws in the poem that went unnoticed by those who commented
already. It might be an oversight. But if there are any problems with
grammar or punctuation or anything else please feel free to put that in
your comments. It is okay to say the flaws to me keep in mind English
is not my mother tongue. An old man 75 years old today emailed me
saying what was wrong. haha. He also said he is a big fan of my poems.
From 14 through 75 I think I got all age groups in here hehehe. It is
11:38AM and I got to go for a meeting. Have a great day.

Lifeless Life.

Hello Everyone,
     I hope you all are having a wonderful time out
there. I took a much needed break. Well yesterday all day, I relaxed
with sleep, music, T.V, reading. I didn’t write anything. However by
the end of the day I realized that it is time for me to prepare for the
unknown, I mean the future. As it is unknown there is not a lot I can
do. It is a string of “If” conditions, like in a COBOL program, if it
is this then do this else do something else, else something else. If
none of the if conditions work go crazy hehehe. I never expected this
well I know no matter how much I calculate and prepare something is
going to surprise. This is a good one I will enjoy taking myself
through. Is there irony in it? Yes, plenty of it. Do I care about it?
Hell no…. These kinda thoughts made me withdraw completely into my
room. Then after about four hours I came out and sat in the cold
executive center and typed in the following poem.  

Earlier today I updated my good old blog site lonelypoet.org. Tomorrow
is a holiday I hope my computer may come back repaired. I lived without
a girl in my life for years in the past but without a laptop mmmm not
in the last eight years. May be that love of the computers is what is
keeping a lot of love from me…. May be haha.

Lifeless
Life.

A wild cat-stretch took me out of bed,
Brushed teeth before the first word I said,
My own aging face with grey hair annoyed,
Shaved away ten years of the real me.

Peanut butter, grape jelly and a banana sandwiched,
Between wheat bread to break my nightly fast,
Tea with cardamom, vanilla syrup and honey,
Day can’t start any better than that.

When on the way, thoughtless in my routine,
What a discipline I learned in these years,
Office to home, home to lunch, lunch to office,
Monotony molded my life in every way.

I scribbled ridiculous verses far away from my life,
Lived in a dream through my verses all these years,
Waited for a dream to live through me, but in vain,
My only forgetfulness was to live a life given to me.

On my way back home still thoughtless I remained,
Were did I lose my muse in that hour? I don’t know,
Where are the pretty images seen, when my eyes I closed?
I know a change up in the horizon that breezed to me.

Before going to bed I once more wrote,
Another piece of verse I loved to dream,
Still acting the forgetfulness earlier I said,
As I always will do the same the rest of my life.

Not a day I will live in the way life told me to,
Not another soul I will bother with my own life,
Not another moment will I dream with another soul,
O as forever I will sleep dreaming a life with you.

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