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The second poem in the series. There are some changes from the original as I edited mostly the last two stanzas. Enjoy

The Magic Of Julia.

The Dream Of The Nightingale.

The rhythm of a dancer step by step felt,
Into that rhythm his heartbeat synched,
Oh’ nothing can limit the power of a dream,
No limit on what one can dream, placed.

In the valley of dreams he flew,
Along the winds who took him high,
And he saw butterflies kissing flowers,
Oh’ beauty on beauty all around spread.

Then from above the flicker of her wings he saw,
The flying beauty through air moved,
Her wings spread and for the prefect flower she searched,
And every flower for her gentle touch yearned.

Down to the flower filled valley he flew,
And the rhythm of his heart gave music,
And the valley in the gentle wind swayed,
As scent from flowers along with him spread.

Along with her over smiling flowers he flew,
And every flower brightened as over them she flew,
His heart in their gladness pounded,
And they both in unison upon a tree rested.

Oh’ the gladness from his heart to her he shared,
And her wings slowly to his heartbeat moved,
And to his surprise the face of Julia filled the dream,
The beauty of every butterfly turned to reflect Julia.

Ah’ the naughty wind awoke him by blowing pollen,
Though not to his pleasure in inevitability he woke
From her eyes the color blue filled the sky,
As everything his view saw filled with Julia’s image.

 

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Here is first of a new set of poems I am going to post.

The Magic Of Julia.

The Magic.

Moonlight through phases came,
Covering darkness of night in veils,
The nightingale alone to the wind sang,
About a pretty girl far, far away lived.

“Fill the mind O wind with the scent of her,
Whom Mother Nature can’t live without,
The compassion her blue eyes gave,
The adoration her fingers gave,
Ah’ my tunes only reflection of her speech,
The moonlight veil the glow of her,
Fill my mind and yours O wind with the beauty of her.

Daylight wakes when in love she smiles,
Oh’ time of this era in her beauty sanctified,
And footsteps of history will remember,
The glory of her compassionate soul,
The good in the heart, the greatness in her actions,
Beautifies every mind by her beauty encountered”

The nightingale paused, veils removed,
Sun took his glory from the subject nightingale sang,
The nightingale from memory once more seen,
The beauty divine as an honor of his voice shown,
As glory of sleep consumed his conscience mind,
The beauty deep in his sub-conscious danced.

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This poem was written based on a whole bunch of pictures. None of the pictures can be used in public as the photographer gave it to me only for personal use. Understand every two lines is based on a different picture and the last two lines I used the photographer’s video and putting it all together I made a video and sent it to her. This is the text version of the poem. Hope you all will enjoy this.

The Pure Soul.

 The seasons over the plains wandered,
Caressing wild flowers and through winds singing,
Blooming smiles all around with color filled flowers,
And faces brightened in warmth of seasons passing.

Though the warmth of seasons faded,
And flowers only in bouquets seen,
The fallen lovers and their died romance,
Ah’ lessons of ‘morrows to come, well written.

Still in souls embedded were dreams weaved,
And in those dreams minds intoxicated,
Trying hard to keep feeling green,
Oh’ many died in mindless choices made.

Some faces only smiled and left,
Some faces used smiles as a veil,
Then there are those with their pure soul,
Makes everyone smile, unconditionally.

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I have a good friend from Russia, she is one of the best photographers I have met in recent times. She sent me some of her pictures and browsing through the first set of pictures I wrote the following little poem. I made a short video with the images and poem. But as I do not have permission to use the pictures in public I am not posting the pictures or videos. But here is the short little poem.

A Lifetime Of Love.

The winter wrath fell asleep,
As buds of spring time sprouted,
And new life around nature greened,
And filled every soul with peace.

Gathered are whispers in mist,
From thoughts of hearts in love
As her colorful wings Spring spreads,
The melancholic rhymes of winter erased.

As minds for reality paused,
Nature, feelings of lovers borrowed
And in the ink of love dipped,
Flowers in colors minds can express.

A lifetime of love.

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Last week was interesting. I can go through a list of things and say many good and bad things about the week. But is it really necessary to go through the same things and expect a different result? No I am not that kind. Still.. here is what I can say

First of all.. on 12^th someone tried to surprise me. It did not work at all. She once told.. one of my stories got into her and she would like to talk to me and I should not be afraid to talk to her etc. etc. etc…. Now she says, every time I say something it gives her stress and makes her upset and what I do is sent her messages and write pages of word documents(my new stories which you can find in http://sajuashan.xanga.com) . You know what first I thought she is just another girl who is exploring life. Now I know she is trying to screw her life up. Each and everyone around her is trying to exploit her for their own advantage. She is running towards a cliff blinded by praises by selfish morons. She will fall that is a historical inevitability but she will not be hurt by the fall, for I will be there to catch her. Even after she wanted to hurt me by blocking me and ignoring me (I recently told her, block me if you want to because I will be truthful about what I feel and you may not really like it) I still will be there and will never let her fall. You know why? Because I know she loves me that much. I just cannot walk away from that much of passionate love.

The next day I found the sun fired out a massive flare. I said it here before.. whenever this event occurs something like this happens…. I may lose jobs or I may lose money or someone will fight with me. Yup it happened.

Then the usual summer things, I am a big bellied 42 year old man.. I wonder why girls almost half my age want to have sex with me. I don’t think I am that attractive. But you know what, they ain’t gonna get me as there is a girl loving me more than I can possibly imagine or even she can possibly imagine. I will do everything to love her back at least half of the love she gives.

And then:- I set up security system and cameras in and around my house So once more the LonelyPoet has nothing to hide, LonelyPoet is not hiding anything and LonelyPoet will not hide anything.

Here is a poem I wrote the next day after my girl told me not to communicate with her ever. This is no communication to her.. read then you will know.

A Bitch And Her Bastard.

Trials and errors ah’ part of  life they are,
Easy everything in life will be,
When every event as is accepted.

Love to us through the spiritual world came,
A world about which you never cared to know,
So the love in you for me a conflict,
In the pathetic life and world all around you built.

To you, anyone and everyone I am a misfit,
A dark dot in the room you painted,
A wild creeper upon the castle you built,
Ah’ even in the harshest seasons passed,
And through your failures to understand and accept,
Oh’ my life a survival than a success became.

Sadness I left, anger I left and all of it you questioned,
In those questions I heard,
The touch of love deep from the soul of yours,
Ah’ every moment and in every way when you rejected,
Your own love for me,
A bitch that love became,
A vagabond bastard of that bitch my love became.

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I haven’t written a blog in some weeks now. I was busy, crazy and above all weird. A lot happened around and lot more is happening around. I learned no to be angry and not to complain about things. I learned not to love someone who cannot love me. I also know very well the last thing I will ever do is to become so stupid and accept something popular and praise it. It was a shaky week. I wish some things were different or did not happen at all. I also wished if some things happened. Well, no complaints, no complaints at all. I will try to smile and make you all smile as much as I can.

Have a great weekend.

My Penance.

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The Prisoner.

The Rain outside lashed with the fury of the Northern winds blowing,
Ah’ what wonderful sound I hear from the dungeon I sit,
The warmth of the land into the dungeon crept,
The smell of the fresh wet sand all around danced,
Thirst in the summer warmth with every blink of eyes clutched,
Oh’ then a drop of rain upon forehead fell,
The cool through every corner spread,
The stretched empty hands in thin air felt full,
One smile of her a blessing of this kind not even in dreams I saw,  
I am stuck in the dungeon of my own self doubt,
Hearing the rain and to the wind listening.

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