Home Of The LonelyPoet

Started working on a new E-Book “The Autumn Diaries” There will be 25 long poems in the book to tell a love story. It will be released on July 4th of this year. Plus I am working on some funny stuff, lot of learning etc, etc, etc.

I am in front of a mirror and that mirror shows my face in a way I haven’t seen it and may never see again. I ask for nothing, I wanted nothing, I wish for nothing… still why I see tears on the face I see on the mirror? Answer me.. Why? I can’t answer that question for the reason why I have tears is known to only one girl.

Don’t with break time, back to poems.

There are people, who swim in the flow and eventually drown in the flow, then there are those who swim against the flow and disrupt the flow and then there are those who try to stop the flow… All these are hyper losers as the best thing a human need to do is walk beside the flow.

 

I accidentally “Like” the page of someone. I later corrected the mistake and “Unlike” the page thinking I am some weird guy who cannot pay attention to what I am doing. Weird is the word that started the following poem.

Read.

Wilder thoughts, in weirdness spoke,
About unknown faces and voices heard,
Those unknown faces and voices O’ as mirages dissolved,
Into thin air and as a naughty wind danced,
Yes the thoughts wilder like wild horses ran,
Over frozen lands, burning desert sands and sharp edged mountain cliffs,
Then near an ocean he stopped,
Looking at the depth and vastness of the beauty,
Then my own image in the water seen,
Ah’ the image disappeared like an unknown face voiceless,
Thoughts to frozen lands and mountain cliffs retreated,
As it is the love of her I once more as an ocean encountered.

Today morning I was flying from Kansas to my hometown and some of the things I am working on these days as poems or mini stories passed through my mind. At that time I was looking at all the people who were sitting around. I just told myself in my mind, these are all very complex people sitting around made complex by their own choices. If nothing complex is there. They will not be flying at 5:00 in the morning. Then I remembered something I wrote a while back

“Life is complicated when one act bad and think about it,Life is easy when one think right and act upon it”.

I smiled at the pretty girl sitting on the other side window seat. She first gave me a strange look and as if understood me smiled back. I closed my eyes and went to sleep knowing.. I have a choice in everything God gave me.

I made a hypothetical scenario the perfect life or a perfect man in a perfect world.. I tried to live it for a day. In about 2 hours I wrote this poem and went out and smoked a cigarette.

   Some people may want to shoot me for what I said.. If it is not truth I said I will stretch my head for you to shoot. Live the truth, say the truth and be the truth. Or you will be….

 
Edges of life so sharp felt,
As night in many ways tried,
To bridge the gaps with darkness known,
But from far, further than night and day can cast spells come,
The light from stars unknown to mankind,
Oh’ at that Angel I said,
“Meanings of love so many ways defined,
Meaningless they sprouted all around like weeds,
And they flowered to became mankind’s worst enemy,
As female lovers scream worst the passionless whores,
And twist and turn in the madness of drug bitten music,
They are the queens and the mongrels who follow are kings,
Still to this world mercy and blessings of Almighty you bring,
Oh’ none knows the light the never ending light of kindness”
 
The stars brighter than in any other night shined,
The nightingales in melancholy sang,
The mind for silence yearned,
The dragnet of fate from all around tightened,
The historical inevitability from all around squeezed,
Tears in the eyes of future moms filled,
And bastards conceived and as future generation hailed.
 
How lucky I am I knew not,
How wonderful the world we live I now know,
Bitterness is yet another reason for me to know,
The blessings many turn to curses and call it moments to cherish in life.

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Warmth, Like From The Light Of A Glow Worm

Sealed in heart images unborn,
Sold to the world feelings of love in verses,
And the world betrayed, Nothing in return gave.
The violence as the same stayed,
Romance a myth became,
Truth in mistrust dissolved,
As echoes of a heartbeat misunderstood,
As the drumbeat of obsession.

The valor of the winner he know not,
The storms of jealousy he survived,
Deeper and deeper life drowned,
As hopes in sincerity spoke,
About the magnificence of the present,
About the yester years lost
But dissolved in the eyes of her,
When about the future he asked.

Dreams like a parasite grown,
With an iron grip around the soul clutched,
Wants never matched the needs,
As mind a halo upon the body crowned,
A halo of unfulfilled dreams in yester years lost.

The eyes of her with his past wreathed,
The past of him with shadows covered,
Those shadows the leftover filth of his dark past,
Ah’ in action and thoughts the material life of him crooked.
In him grew a master thief,
Without any knowledge of another he can steal,
Then like a rat hide and like an angel smile,
For the fun of self like a devil he betrayed.

The mystery of a perfect liar,
The magic of the cunning fox,
All his talents at the world he used,
To walk through the alleys dark,
Lust filled nights with laughing whores shared,
Romance for sex fulfillment he used,
Then like a used cloth away thrown,
Mangled conscience of women he used.
Truth and faith never a place found,
In his dictionary of life with lies and crookedness filled.

From darkness for the light he searched,
And the light of life from her soul he saw,
The meaning of truth with ink of her innocence written,
Oh’ those words his sins of past away they pealed,
But those fiery wreaths burned her eyes,
And the truth of his love for her, blinded.

Past cannot be a fantasy forgotten,
Future cannot be built on past,
All meanings by the present derived,
And fools don’t understand,
The present we dwell on was,
An unpredictable moment in a dream in past we saw.
Oh’ among those fools he walked,
As a blind man as darkness among them danced,
Warmth like from the light of a glow worm he felt,  
Followed it and light without fire he found.
Light in a soul, with character of greatness filled.

Every moment from the moment he saw,
Her with eyes only through sins till now passed,
Forgiveness to Almighty again and again he asked,
As in the glow of her soul he felt,
The divine touch of God in glory none else found.
Though her love he never earned,
Though her hands he never touched,
The sanctified feelings through her showed,
Erased all the ways of sins from his life.

Ways passed by like serpents in hurry,
Time passed by to him and all else unknown,
Imaginations beyond the realms of senses grown,
Though darkness filled empty minds and crushed,
Heart and veins as uncared and unloved he wandered,
Even in the scorching summer sun unloved man frozen felt,
As a love filled world all around squeezed,
He chose the ways of loneliness though unbearable,
As in the utmost periods of desperation he felt,
Warmth, like from the light of a glow worm.

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One of the best birthday so far.. of the 21 things in my To Do list 20 things have already gone wrong hehehe
I like these kinda days. I turned 15705
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With the flow of the wind she walked,
Like a Peacock she danced,
The meanings of the whispers of the dark of night she sang,
Oh’ none seen the visions of love she seen,
And those visions a man to her unknown sought.

In ways to be known she walked,
Her true self none cared to know,
And in tunes from her own heart came, she danced,
A dance of her own none understood,
But man to her unknown cared to learn.

The creepy man himself he called,
And to thin air his words in verses spoke,
The crazy man the world may have thought,
But her heart through spirituality he saw.

Every soul from the light of divine made,
And those found to reflect at each can never lose sight,
Though far, far away, still her soul he felt,
And to her in language of the heart he spoke.

Words of care in verses strung,
Verses of love aloud he sang,
But his words like that of ventriloquist heard,
From mouths of mockers who can never be him,
The more he spoke the more away from him she looked.

The meaning of all he said, only she understood,
But all he said from another direction she heard,
Those puppets that made her dance,
In tunes of a world with evil bound.

He screamed to her to hear him right,
In her mind any thought about him loathed,
Though all he said from another mouth she heard,
And a world louder than him screamed.

He screamed to her in warnings she unheard,
Her ears in the mocking laugh and applause filled,
Of a world in twists and turns went,
As she turned along merging in the crowd.

The crowd understood her not and the world knew her not,
Though somewhere still echoed the loving verses to her he spoke,
Those echoes she will hear no more,
As his voice forever in misunderstandings lost.

Disappointment in her, the world and in himself he felt,
No more hope about her in his mind he kept,
The winds bound him tight so no spiritual voice of him ever heard,
As the voice only found the definition divine gave in her soul.

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My Love For May.

The strength of wind ploughed order in Nature and swept,
Through every corner of the town screaming,
The cry of lost lovers who all in failures to react failed.
Along the way the dried leaves the wind took,
And upon a tree I once planted showered,
Oh’ that little seed I once sowed,
Now as a tree to withstand the test of time grown.
Ah’ beside that tree I buried,
The love of mine a darling girl denied.

The month of May upon the lap of Nature birthed,
And she took the hand of the fallen spring and calmed,
The howling wind with love and care,
Then to every new growth she said, give me love,
And to her call no sprout so early in the season could answer.
And she stood stale and pale and wept,
The wind sang lullabies moving through the bamboo woods,
And moved the clouds from high above, bringing,
The shinning sun to warm up the cheeks of spring.

Still in gloom of loneliness May sat,
Counting hours passing by like wild stallions,
Her naughty looks in mind brought,
Light unseen by day or night,
Then in my mind I wished,
With all the power of my faith I wished,
With all the passions in all my life I had I wished,
To make my love for the month of may real,
A flicker in my heart I felt,
And I ran all around to see,
I ran all around to hear,
I ran all around to smell,
I ran all around to touch,
Oh’ nothing special anywhere I found,
Then with bowed head about myself I thought,
“A curse filled with dreams unrealistic”.
When walking back tired one last time upon my child tree I looked,
A little color, a flower, the first bloom of spring I saw,
Upon that tree, beneath where all my love I buried.

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