She – Five

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She – Five.

The phantoms of a long lost memory erased,
By the pathos of reality that still lingers,
And shows mocking faces at weeping souls.

How much loved can’t be described,
Words strung together like in a rosary,
But none of the verses in spirit filled,
O forgot I that rosaries don’t meditate,
The one who turns does, but forgot,
To meditate in the love meant to the one.

How many verses said, I don’t remember,
How many ways pursued, don’t matter now,
All ended only at one point in the universe,
You heart in constant beating erased,
Rest of the ways and any other language,
Other than the language of love,
Language, only by your soul understood.

The phantoms day by day lose their faces,
And my own face away I turn,
In directions not known,
But the magic in my heart you left,
Rises like the new day’s Sun,
Gaining glory in depths of life,
Meaningfully defined only by your presence.

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She – Four.


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She – Four.

About the childhood days a lullaby she wrote,
And forgot every word of that well rhymed verse,
About the adolescent days a ballad she wrote,
And let world around her fall in love with love.

All the gone by days and years as a monument stood,
Of a life from the roughest thoughts polished,
As a gem of the precious nature,
Shedding light into even the darkest minds.

A narrative about the lifetime ahead she must write,
Alone in this world she never will be,
As she know what loneliness means,
Alone she never will leave, any loving heart, in pain.

And with every moment of the rest of her life,
A monument of love, compassion and joy she will build,
Everyone through her sense passed,
As heavenly blessings through their life will cherish.

Beautiful she is and the beauty inside her out glows,
The beauty mankind ever seen,
And that beauty in the perfection of life celebrates,
And that beauty in the imperfection of life weeps.

A beauty in all perfection for the woman in her waits,
As world around her in hopes and wishes gathers,
To celebrate the love and compassion of the blessing,
That comes from the life of a wonderful woman.

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She – Three.


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She – Three.

The echoes of a lost love rumbled,
As the beauties walked away in parades,
Consuming the spring and summer of a life,
But the parades in their own missteps failed.

The dragging of the mind from the depths felt,
And gladness from deep sleep slowly woke,
The feeling of the fall winds all around felt,
And life in the cold drizzles soaked.

Who came from where, eyes scanned,
What words heard ears in stiffness listened,
Nothing known to five sense felt,
And life just left in shadows, perplexed.

Oh’ you the exalted one, the bridge of heartbeats,
It is your naughtiness nature carries,
You the one upon the rays of morning sun comes,
Coloring the colorless, brightening the dark, mind.

The magic of your love so magnificent,
Turning every drop of drizzle to kisses,
Turning every dying leaf to scented blossoms,
Defeating the mindless thoughts of lost love.

The warmth of you love so spectacular,
In those glowed the tilted earth,
And at the end of the year felt the summer warmth,
Mind deeper and deeper dragged, into the ocean of love.

Oh when in your hug you hold mind and body,
Sprouting from the depths of your soul, love,
Merging soul into your soul and weaving,
With forgotten dreams, the cloak of a new life.

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She – Two.


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She – Two

A thousand rays of light ran fast,
And through the eyes passed to the soul,
The wonderful smile upon a cute, cute face,
And those eyes like butterflies flickered,
The soft curly hair touched her eyebrows,
And upon the nose sunlight danced,
And upon her hair the wind danced,
And through her giggles innocence danced,
And in the depths of her mind danced,
The feeling of compassion for all living.

Oh’ “The Exalted One”,

Every spring day brings a new flower,
Every summer day brings in more warmth,
Every autumn day brings a bit more cold,
Every winter day freezes  everything,
Your eyes melts the soul of mine.

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She – Part One.

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Part One.

The season of fall came with calm,
Feeling the top of the lake,
Unto it I looked and in minds eye saw,
Two lovely eyes with passions filled,
They both borrowed those passions,
From the thriving soul of yours.

The season of winter conquered,
Even the warmest corners with frost,
Time stood still like a man made snow man,
Even time woke up in foot step of yours,
And brought greenery and wild flowers,
Even when snow fell from the sky, uninterrupted.

The season of spring I remember,
The fresh bud taking life,
Then with care from wind and earth,
And into a mind calming flower bloomed,
Unto them I looked and in minds eye saw,
The spreading lips of yours,
They borrow the sweetness from a heart,
Filled with unconditional love.

From that love spread summer with wings,
And for warmth thrived but far away sun played,
Hide and seek behind thick dark clouds,
Into those days you walked,

And the glow from your skin filled the air,
The warmth of love again and again felt.

Oh’ what wonderful moments forever will remain,
In the life of the one you choose to share,
The summer, fall, winter and spring,
As with the scents and touch of yours,
Will bloom an everlasting spring filled with you.

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A Reason To Dream.


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A Reason To Dream.

Sadness is relative to gladness”, some say,
Though about the connection I always wondered,
And in dismay I sometimes agreed,
With those unknown, unseen folks, in the gone by days.

Ah’ about the gone by days I remember,
When conscience filled with love,
And love became a wicked disease,
A disease for which I know no cure.

I searched not in the wilderness of this weird world,
For a cure for the disease your smile gave me,
But kept on listening to the whispers embedded,
In the heart beats of mine that rhymed with yours.

Oh’ how wonderful the poetry of life we felt,
Where happiness of mine became the monument of time,
And space between us just in the passions of love, vanished,
Ah’ what fantastic dreams waited to bloom in our hearts.

Dreams sprouted but never became full blooms,
The craziness of the world through life consumed,
Every bit of love and heart and conscience froze,
And deep in the mind sadness filled like the dark of night.

Though love you found in creatures and what else I know not,
All I know is that you are the only love in my life I have,
And you are the only one that can bring gladness to my heart,
But what’s not there leaves mind in the chaos of being unloved.

Fading away from life is the feeling of gladness,
As what I have is sadness and brief times of not being sad,
Then there are moments when I fall tired when days go gloom,
And I remember that saying “Sadness is relative to gladness”.

Ah’ wise it sound but my life mission became weaving,
A dream of glad moment with you in the fullness of life,
A dream I leave afloat upon the ocean of life,
Where at times crazy winds blows up the waves of sadness.

And the rest of the times I dream about you and be glad.


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Forgotten Tunes.


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Forgotten Tunes.

Fingers pressed on the guitar fret,
And from the burning mind flown,
A tune strummed on the shiny strings,
As night gathered around the weeping horizon.

Standing on the melting ground,
He saw nothing, heard only the tune he played,
Somewhere in the depths of that mind hidden,
Are some words that makes no sense.

Everything in senseless machinations fought,
As nothing completed in fullness in life,
More wrath than any other emotions felt,
But they all faded when her face in memory came.

Oh’ his love for her was like plot-less novel,
Or like the diary of a celibate priest,
Only imaginations lived its life leaving dreams,
And feelings that pierced him with wrath.

From those feelings himself he relieved,
When he expressed the depths of his pain,
As broken tunes played and forgotten,
By a musician he never was.

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Translation Of A Dream.

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Translation Of A Dream.

An old man in the shade of a patio, sitting,
And listening to the warm summer rain,
Thunders cracking through old oak trees,
Furious for some unknown loses.

The old record playing mind soothing jazz,
Sax played the notes in perfect harmony,
Of the rain that tickles the soul deep,
The afternoon sun too bathed,
In the pool made by the dancing rain.

The ebony tail of the English pipe stuck,
On The corner of his mouth leaving,
Smoke through the other side of the mouth,
Deep in thought, Oh wonder what he is listening,
The music from the record or the music of the nature,
Deaf he is not as nature sure reached his ears,
As for every thunders he shook like a dead leaf.

Though the records played one by one,
His mind far back in reverie,
About some days far back in his noontime,
Smiles through his face flashed,
And the lightings in counterpoint, joined,
But in the happiness of him that filled.
His soul and another soul he filled,
Which upon his smiles and still glowing showed,
No lightning, colors, rains or blossoms,
Of nature is in anyway a match.

The rain played on and on like a broken record,
And the evening lingered along with the rain,
Smile after smile filled the nature,
And none lived now who can understand,
As thirty years passed after he blew,
His hundredth birthday candle.
What a fulfilled life he lived,
With a candle in his heart lit,
By a darling girl in those noon time days.

The early night sleep left with the dream,
As darker and darker the night grown,
Still the echoes of the rain in mind’s ears stayed,
And a face in mind’s eyes still smiled,
And far away with all her loving naughtiness she stayed,
Still the very thought of her translated,
Every bit of the dream from subconscious to real,
That started the moment, sleep and dream left.

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The Dancing Dream.

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The Dancing Dream.

Sunny day through the windows smiled,
As dusts cleared my face upon the mirror seen,
And the happiness the dream left in mind,
Merged into the shy filled Nature.

Ah’ the dream I saw where I wandered lost,
And found a flower filled way,
That led to a house covered in the morning mist,
The closer I got, the thicker the mist shrouded.

The scent of skin, the touch of soul,
You left behind as reminders of love,
Then the whispers of a prayer I heard,
A prayer to bring peace to my soul eternally.

The prayer that erased all the past,
The prayer that cleared all future doubts,
The prayer that in clarity said these words,
Oh’ Almighty let me love him beyond my time too.

As I stood looking through the bay window,
Time passed in steady pace,
As the dream danced in paths to fulfillment.


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Deck Of Cards.

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Deck Of Cards.

Far away upon the mount to rest sat,
The wind and came up from behind,
The new sun rays and upon on rocks danced,
To the naughty golden morning rays a story told.

The story of a man who step by step lived,
With a loving heart, a caring soul and a sweet smile,
Events through his life passed as if from a deck of cards,
The right card he never got but helplessly he played.

The deck of cards so very well shuffled
And to organize it around an emotion he tried
Fate the automatic card shuffler kept on shuffling
And eventually he pulled the card of the Queen of hearts
So he thought but he got the clubs of king
And he fell far from everything he dreamed
He got up from the muddy pains and he saw
A clown in the reflection from the puddle of water.

The golden rays lost all the golden glory in sadness,
And to the wind to rest she said and down she flew,
The sadness turned to frustrations and to anger,
Oh’ she burned the skin of everyone who walked.

And she dried out everything she touched,
Then back at the mount she flew and asked,
“Hey Northern Wind what happened to that sad man?”
And the smiling wind to the naughty rays told,

“He walked like a clown and then talked like a clown,
With the pain of his lost love and bit by bit he healed,
Then one day he met the girl he loved from the heart of the land came,
She thought an older man he is but a kind hearted she was,
They found ways the world never knew to find love in each other,
And they lived happily ever after.”

The rays calmed down and the Sun gave the rays the golden locks,
She took the golden locks and gave the wind a cool cool kiss.
And the wind flown to the valley to give life a cool cool touch.

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