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The pause is over, the Californian stalker I think left me for good. Well, like I said during a drive video I recorded earlier today. The blessing really came and for that, forever indebted I will be. 

This is the poem I was writing when this whole chaos came in. Like I always said, I am a very simple human being and I don’t even care a lot about reality of any given situation. I just love to make hypothetical scenarios with real people and make every poem I write give a feeling of absolute reality. It is the feeling I look for and most often I get it. There is only one fall out in this whole versifying circus. I was never able to earn the love I deserved. In fact, it is directly the opposite I got. Well, what can I say there is always a price to pay. I pray to God every day to make me live a thousand years if need be to feel one second of love of HER. That gave me a totally different thought what if this love is becoming a total curse for me or for her or for both of us. There the poem I started writing as a simple romantic poem ended with the old thought resurfacing as Faded Harmony.

Enjoy.

Faded Harmony.

Chords in guitar slowly strummed,
As words in mind into verses weaved,
There was a dream from where all triggered,
Romantic feelings filled us both in perfect harmony.

Drawing all energy for each other sworn,
Life with sanctity of love in beautiful souls,
Ah’ Mother Nature blended her sound with us,
As all moved along as if in a harmonious dance.

Love gave us the feelings of togetherness,
Love gave us the chance to blend two lives into one,
Ah’ stubbornness took away the pleasure of togetherness,
Anger and ego consumed passions in veins for each other.

Look around you, feel the touch of nature upon you,
The air that caress you, the scent of blooms that adore you,
The bird that imitates you, the sound of rain that makes you dance,
Ah’ in it all the lover in me hid the fulfillment of every dream of yours.

Through the deceptive games of mine faded,
The harmony between our hearts like the fallen leaves of Fall,
But they will feed new passions when you will feel the sprouts of love,
Love regenerated from the harmony we once adored, as friends and lovers.

Every new hope weaves a new dream,
The old harmony though faded still kindles a dream,
In every thought ah’ a prayer for you and me I always prayed.
Never to make a curse of our lives in the feelings of love we once felt.

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I was writing a poem listening to sounds of nature mixed with some Native American flute. The feeling of calmness is amazing. At that time I noticed on my footprints tracker here on Xanga. That someone was looking for the archives of May, 2005. Those posts are no longer visible for public. A new person will not even feel like I made posts in May, 2005. My curiosity took me to those archives and I got it. Yesterday when I posted my latest poem on Facebook which is of course is a link from here, I wrote this, “give me “All Of Your Luck” I need this more than anyone this week”. Okay, that was not exactly my words. It was taken from a comment written as a blessing for me for a post in May 2005. You know what I tried, I tried to visit the xanga site of the girl who wrote that. psssst I am still blocked from entering her xanga site. I don’t get angry these days.. still I have a question… What do you want from me? You don’t want to really talk to me, you don’t like me at all. Still you come here or some of your friends from California, Florida, Illinois, Michigan and Minnesota comes to my page and look for posts dating back to 2005. Tell me what do you want me to do? Last time you said something, you told not to try to communicate with you at all. I did exactly that. I never tried to communicate with you at all after that. But I have to ask. if you or your friends are reading this and want to read something specific from me. Ask me I will try to write it. I don’t know what it is. Don’t worry I am not going insane over this. Looks like there is something that is pushing you or your friends back to that point. I quoted you in that Facebook post because this week I need a lot of luck and that’s the best way to ask for it. If you can still wish it for me please go ahead I will appreciate it in the best possible ways. Look when people are friendly sometimes they may disagree and may not really talk to each other for a while. It will only help to understand each other better and be more friendly. Don’t think just because you told me not to communicate with you that I hate you. Don’t think just because I criticized some of your actions that I hate you. Don’t think all the weird things I told about your friends and your association with your friends makes me hate you. I like you in the same way I liked you in 2005.
    Now to everyone else who read this, I stopped writing the poem at about half way through because anything I may write will reflect that past which I believe this girl don’t like me doing. Sorry everyone I may not be the best man around in looks, financial stability or position but I am just another human being. At least I have to take care of myself with respect. There is just a point to which I can take what hurts me, it is going a little beyond that now.

My Sincere Apologies to everyone.
Have a great day.
Lone.

Here is the sound file I was listening to.

 

You know you are a good writer when a reader reads your work and feels as if you are writing your personal experience. No other art can bring that feeling other than poetry. Argue with me I will beat you now, I will beat you tomorrow and I will beat you in that argument till the end of time. Poetry cannot be packaged into a commercial product so most of the business minded people hates poets. I know many who hates me just because I write poetry.That’s their problem.

Just draining my mind here that’s all.

About this poem. When someone first see a beautiful girl and feel attracted to that girl there is that feeling that comes into one’s mind. It happens every day to everyone. Otherwise call yourself a rock and sit on top of a hill forever. When it happens to me. I sometimes go to the girl and tell her what I feel. Those words that were spoken, 99.99% of times I won’t remember at all to write down as poems, as the reactions and escapes from that area erases everything about what I thought and spoke. Many times I don’t say it. Those are the ones that comes out here as poems. hehehehe.. I think you folks got my point. This yet another one.

A New Smile.

Watched sunlight from eastern skies sprouting
Setting fires to the clouds all around trapped,
The melted mist from newborn leaves dripped,
Ah’ peace of morning like the love in your eyes felt.

Many poets before me through ages praised,
Your beauty, many as classic poems learned,
And even beyond time will echo those sounds
That defines your beauty in souls eternally.

One more line I don’t want to write,
Praising your beauty around your soul wrapped,
Reflections of morning through my five senses unite,
And wrapped me in a cloak of new life of love.

Oh’ my heart in a different rhythm beat,
As love is sprouting in my heart like spring blossoms,
May the warmth of your love make them colorful flowers,
I will give those flowers for you to decorate your prettiness.

At the lady of the reason of my reverie once more I looked,
Feeling past like the winter cold, ice and snow erased,
And deep into heart a new face and new feelings embedded,
Then unintentionally aloud with a new smile I said,

“Oh’ what a wonderful feeling love is.”.

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This is my T.V bringing the series on HBO Game Of Thrones wow this is awesome.. I ‘Whatsaap’ed my friend “This is LOTR on Steroids.”.

I like what I wrote. I’d love to make this a reality. Pray for me or wish me all of your luck in making this a reality..

The Tired Storyteller.

The ways of life so wonderfully planned,
And through fulfillment of dreams so well written
Life of many goes through discipline drawn,
By passionless freaks, ah’ interpreters of life.

A system of combinations,
Combinations of many permutations,
All well drawn angles and perfected equations.
Math only half-understood by a handful nerds.

No equations can solve the math in her mind,
No combinations can unfold the puzzle of who she is,
Ah’ in a whirlpool of silence with eyes shut she fell,
Then stretched a hand for help opposite to mine.

And throwing every wish of mine into that whirlpool,
My mind, my life and my dreams to new paths directed.
Never can I look back as even the prettiest girl’s shadow,
Will be dark even in the brightest sunny day.

A story ended, storyteller tired,
The new paths directed to a desolate desert,
Somewhere will be pretty mirages,
Somewhere will be a life stretching oasis.

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Just Read!!

A Bitch.

Happy hour poured through bottles and took,
Many minds away from many pains of life,
Intoxication through veins raced
And the illogical subconscious spoke aloud.

Sitting at the bar and at all these drunks smiled,
Like an insane soul who don’t need no alcohol,
To be intoxicated to take mind away from world,
As life into me poured events that intoxicated me.

In the sudden rain that lashed all around,
With thunder and lighting in fury threatened,
Everyone out of all intoxication and think right,
Many then understood the good old monster, reality.

When walking out into the rain I smiled,
With a thought how wonderfully I eluded,
The pain and the pathetic artificiality,
Oh’ life is a bitch who gives me happy hour every hour.

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This poem came out of a conversation with my brother. I told him about some weird dreams I have seen recently. They made no sense at all. At that time my brother said. Those dreams are just junk thoughts my mind want to get rid off. After that I thought is there any thought I can get rid off. Automatically I thought about a girl in my mind and I smiled and said the last but one line of this poem. Enjoy Sunday.

Writing A Dream.

Said to my mind about a beauty who conquered,
My soul and from my mind and life erased,
Every dream and every bit of life lived till that day,
And with a little smile my mind listened.

“Such is the tenderness of her beauty,
Love will be a perfect ornament upon her I can place,
And every smile of her added more ornaments,
And rich in my mind she became.”

Thoughts about that beauty became wonderful friends,
Who all sang me to sleep every night,
And woke me with their soft hands touching my eyes,
Ah’ they never said anything cross to me ever.

Words about that beauty every day line by line I wrote,
And kept under the pillow upon which I slept,
They all united in my subconscious as wonderful dreams,
Ah’ every known moments of my life I want, to be a blessing for her.

Last line I wrote knowing I just wrote the only dream in my life.

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This poem can be treated as a stalker’s song. Well that’s what people get called as, when one side of love just falls away and the other stand perplexed. Nothing can be done at that point other than declaring the love one has, and what will the lover get? Minimum is getting called a stalker. I am not kidding I was called a stalker for writing poetry about love. Well I don’t care about what others think. I just write my poetry. You come, you read and you take whatever you want from it and live with it. That’s it.

My Will.

Foregone are the days of myths,
Where lovers loved like you and I,
Gladness in beat of our hearts danced,
And in the joy of each other we smiled.

Where have you hidden the smile of mine?
Oh’ failed in every search of mine,
To find the gladness with which you once blessed,
My every living moment with a whisper from far.

In what graveyard you buried the love you felt?
In which demon’s whisper your mind deviated?
Oh’ your heart become a devilish sepulcher,
Where purity of love forever buried.

When every heart that loves I see,
When every girl I met who spoke
About the love for their lover they have,
Oh’ still I wish it were you telling your love for me.

Never will I seek a graveyard to bury my love for you,
Never will I let demons whisper a word against you,
Oh’ my heart will be a sanctuary for my love for you,
As forever dedicated to loving you is my will for you.

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One drop at a time rain came,
The drops so continuous I felt,
They are the lines directly from heaven blessing,
Mind, eyes, earth and everything living and makes,
Life more beautiful, bringing more life even from mud.
Bless Me.

Put a head phone on and play these videos together… Close your eyes… Feel what I feel. 

 

I announced the name of this poem during the first BlogTalkRadio show and at that time I gave an idea about the poem in a series of poems I was writing. I brought the series to a halt but they are not abandoned yet. I took the name of the poem and wrote a poem with some different thoughts in mind. The very name will give you insights into the thought process that went behind writing this poem.

Have a great time folks.

The Blasphemy Of Romance.

Weeping through the night without a sigh
Weaving dreams in which we both dance
Where are you oh’ my dearest darling?
Why are you so silent with your love?

Let the world throw a storm at you,
Let life throw you in a whirlpool,
Let the skies shower hail at you,
Let the mountains fall all over you,
The will of man still can make you smile.

As, in your love filled smiles will melt
Mighty winters that froze,
Mountains and seas and will calm,
Storms that clashed within our minds.

From far, far away my eyes searched,
For the feeling seen in two eyes yearned,
Oh’ you are the light of the present,
You will be the light of future ways,
Come to me and honor the love of mine.

Pure is my love, though life never was all pure,
In the age dictated search for truth,
Sleepless nights and lust filled games
And the lies ah’ they built life.

Ah’ my romance for you a mysterious blasphemy,
Of love and romance by you and all you love defined,
All I have become was a scattered summer storm,
And the shattered broken heart by the heat of life,
Dried, yet still whispered to you in language of the heart.

Whisper of heart became screams of soul,
Silence left life stealing your image from mind,
Oh’ wonders of life and time lied they will heal,
All wounds filled with painful regrets.

When regrets with vengeance I washed away,
Ah’ all left was a nightmare filled,
With poisonous snakes from all around biting,
In those venom filled eyes I looked and learned,
They are manifestations of my own love for you.

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