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Sorry I did not update the blog yesterday, not a lot going on other than a lot of technical stuff with my computer. It took sometime to figure out things.

Did a little bit of work in my poems and poetry forum.

      Today, lot of cleaning again not in the computer but around me and shopping groceries. Just looked at some poems I laid away a while back and one interested me so I thought, it needed some modifications. If there is any major problems with the idea of the poem let me know.

      If you look into the poem, in subject there are two parts one what we think are the reasons for the social problems we are facing now, two what we did when we were given choices. I am not saying any solution here as that will be asking people how to live their lives which I am saying as one of the problems we are facing in the society.

Against.

All the time after birth,
All the feelings all through time,
No where are the favorable in life to be found,
So, why? How? are queries immaterial,
The chances of success were pruned,
By politics, language, color and beliefs,
By boundaries of counties,states, nations,
Countries and continents,
By the aging generation passing by,
Oh what a wonderful life we had,
Now live the mess for you we left,
Is the message in those smiles mocking,
In the pathos of the unforgiving we outlive them,
Not in success but in the survival of the fittest,
Mongrels they are who chased us away
Away from our own blood and conscience,
With philosophies they themselves never practiced,
And principles that corrupted their own minds,
Upon us like religious rules imposed,
Away from religion and freedom,
Made us all to a feeling of freedom addicted,
A feeling that bound us to mistrust and anger,
That leads us in this life of fear,
Where what we lost was freedom itself,
We are stunned in our own paranoia,
And hear the echoes of our own parents in pain,
The pain we now understand not,
But when as parents should not feel.
Our parents let us choose between;
The good, bad and the ugly,
And we just chose against,
Everything best suited us.

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An uneventful day in which I just passed through pages and pages of my own memories. I am still working on the poem I started couple of days ago, It is growing by every hour. Now 55 lines long but I am still not happy with the starting.  I am moving my poetry forum http://www.lonelypoet.org to a new server but the hosting company said it will take about 48 hours for them to finish the transfer of domain and setup. Once they are done then I have a lot to do to move my handful of members and their posts into the new sever. That will be fun, I know that, as I have gone through that drill before.
  This is a poem I wrote on a day like this as every time I look back in my memories I only have one event and everything that happend around it to think about and talk about. I left this poem in my hard drive as an unfinished one, but I don’t think there is a lot to finish in it anymore. If it is not going to make any sense to someone please let me know what did not made sense.

Gathering Events.

The twist and turns of these tiring days,
That tires even the bravest minds,
Give the thought that nothing outlasts,
The mockery of time with life.
Darkness and light no longer fights,
Days are not long anymore,
Nights are darker with sleeping stars,
Every bit of life in every corner of the universe,
Fed up with the bravery of the idiots,
Who all fight with tooth and nail,
For a bit of time that fits every living, in.
Some time even time will feel shy and laugh,
When spiritual and material life is defined,
Nothing is material is the fact,
None cared when defined life,
To control this unknown passage,
Which grandma called ‘Fate’.
There are those who believe,
They are in between material and spiritual life,
The unknown fact for them is,
They live a dual life, one in dream,
Another, a dream about dreams.

Oh’ my life hit the dead end,
Where the dual lives parted ways,
As to a passion lost,
The ways to bind two lives together,
And dreams and the dream about dreams,
Way back in my past days.

The calendar smiles with a new number,
Time, like a monster goes around then come around,
The twists and turns burns down to mere events,
Passing by with little impact upon time,
And time chases like an avenging warrior;
And dug up from the grave of dreams,
That old passion and up in the horizon left,
And that passion lingers like a thunder cloud,
Covering every other feeling away,
Life in simplicity,
Gathering events for a sad memoir.

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Great day, slept at 5:30Am and woke up at 10:02 AM with a nightmare.
Yesterday I posted an idea of a poem and I got a lot of great comments on it. Thanks everyone for taking time to visit my site and posting the comments.

I am still working on that poem. I couldn’t get a good start but it is going to be a long one.

Well about the rest of the day, I started voice chatting with a friend and another one Benji called from Dubai. He is alone there with his wife back in India as she is pregnant. Then came the surprise of the day. I cannot say the name. I was forced to turn off the webcam. You figure out the rest.

Now I am back at the poem and I know I am in the with my life in it. In the meanwhile I will post a poem I wrote a while back and posted in my poetry forum LonelyPoet.Org I know most of you will enjoy this one.

And thanks again for the comments and to the people who are curious who I am I will visit your sites again and tell ya who I am or you can just visit my website by clicking the visit my website link on the left.

The wilderness passing under the light clouds,
Give every heart passions unheard,
The small plane growled its way through the low level clouds,
Luck always played its tricks on me,
Thought of sleep as the pretty faces ended up behind,
Their chit chats and giggles put me to sleep and to dream,
Lions came from all over the land, trees and sky,
They growled, jumped up and down and mated,
None tried to eat me but let me watch them play,
Loud noise, cries, pain and intense heat killed my Lion sex dream,
I saw nothing in the darkness of the blanket wrapped on my head,
Someone dragged me far and I heard a blast near by.

That’s how I explained my story to the press,
After two weeks in the middle of the Amazon wild,
The pressmen giggled and asked me more,
About living with two beautiful women in the wild,
I looked at them and yelled these words;
“In the jungle all the time I prayed,
And rest of my life to God I will pray,
Not to leave me again in the wild,
With two beautiful lesbians in love”.

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Just another short day, slept all morning and woke up about 1:30PM. I was just wandering around my own apartment like a wild animal searching for something unknown. In the end sat down and took an idea I wrote down about six months ago. I usually take too much time to finish a poem. Here is the idea of the poem I am working on now.

In the younger days I achieved happiness,
In these days passing by,
Sadness and frustration conquer my imaginations,
But when hair grows gray,
Skin wrinkles around bones,
Heart and soul will be dancing in happiness,
Cherishing every moment of these days,
And those younger days of innocence.

I will post the whole poem once I finish it. Tell me what do you think….

Hey  everyone, welcome to my workshop. Thanks for visiting. This
is one of my new little poems. You can see a lot like this in my website LonelyPoet.Com I will be adding some more here. In the meanwhile enjoy.

The charm you brought to us in all these years,
The grace you’ve shown to all the creations,
The blessing you are to everything in every way,
The Inspiration you give me to walk east in your way.
Oh’ darkness was another face of reality,
Into which you drowned in the west,
And rises in beauty and glory in the east.
There exists no better blessing to all, from almighty,
Than you my little star.
But when I see a ray of yours reflected,
from those blue eyes sparkling,
Love of her out done,
Every other blessing of my life.

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