Home Of The LonelyPoet

Day or night I don’t care, Cold or hot the air is I don’t know, As the depths of mind once more prepare, To take disappointment and live with it in the way it is. 

This is a song I grew up listening to. Not played by radio or tape. My mother sang it all the time. The translation of the original lyrics is bizarre and people who know the language Malayalam will hunt me, find me and kick my ass for the changes I made.  But those who know the situation I am in including the soul of P. Bhaskaran  will smile and wish me good luck in getting over some tough times. Listen to the original audio too.

Music: M.S.Baburaj.
Orginal Malayalam Lyrics: P.Bhaskaran.
Singer: S.Janaki.
Raga Used: Pahadi
Written for the Malayalam movie ‘Tharavaattamma’ in 1966.

Upon the wings of a lovely little dream,
I wish I were near you dear.

To see your lovely face,
To hear your loving words,
Together to share the sorrows of yours.

In apologies to embrace those silk soft foot,
To caress that heart in pain hurts,
With the cooling fingers dipped in love of mine.

Upon the wings of a lovely little dream,
I wish I were near you dear.

If I don’t call upon ever day,
Don’t eat, don’t sleep,
My darling in life, my darling beyond life.

When will in real I see,
The lord of the love in me sleep.

Upon the wings of a lovely little dream,
I wish I were near you dear.

To see your lovely face,
To hear your loving words,
Together to share the sorrows of yours.

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Here I am adding one musical piece. The audio is my blogtv recital of the poem Invisible Dreams my Scottish friend Darran who is a hard rock musician added the music to the audio from the video.

Trusting me is not so easy. I know once someone I called darling trusted me and I screwed up big time. I don’t trust myself after that. But my darling, trust me, you are the best singer I’ve listened to in recent times. Experiments are not needed for that perfection, for the poet in you shows her might through voice and musical notes and it gives me peace of mind. I would do anything to keep you in peace.

Yesterday evening I waited for someone to say ‘Hello’. I don’t know why. But I know why I waited before saying ‘Hello’. I think I said in the last poem. No matter what I do to change, its just another naughty riddle in someone’s eyes. So I cannot say anything or do anything but wait. Maybe waiting is all I am supposed to do the rest of my life.

Be at peace

The light is gone from this soul. I said it in The Curse Of The LonelyPoet Part III poem. Recent events made me write this. I wish I were younger, I wish I were someone else, wishes I never wished before. All for one– A Mirage.

The Cruelty Of A Poet.

Time took moonlight by hand and flown,
And upon the bud touched,
Melted the mist in hesitation stood,
And upon the budding flower fell,
And petal by petal to a wild world she bloomed.

The night to the just awaken morning bid farewell,
Spring morning spread and the wind from west waved,
The birds sang, nature sizzled and the words of a poet, matured.
Oh’ upon the flower poetic eyes found a new step of dance.

Words flowed and in string verses garlanded,
The new bloomed flower who in the verse filled wind danced,
Never cared the world, never cared the nature, poet’s pen moved,
Never known where the words went and what wrong in it all hid.

Spring left, summer blazed the flower in the poet’s mind stayed bloomed,
Muse left, model faded, but the feeling overwhelmingly bound,
A beauty beyond every hope, any wish and Ah’ a petal fell,
And the poetry, Oh’ riddled and with the colors of fall, filled.

The riddles none understood, no love the flower can trust,
Behind colors, behind the veil of nature she walked,
The tragedy none noticed, the scent and color always adored,
Still in the mind of a poet the flower in all beauty danced.

The errors and wrongs the poet known,
The words he wished never to his mind came,
The flower he wished he never seen,
But for it all some unknown reason, fate, away from all kept.

Never to the poet the flower in real bloomed,
Only in his imagination she danced and someone else’s tunes in real sang,
Stayed away and to for him thorn filled stalks left,
And now every day a moment of peace for her he kept.

No prayers of him she can hear,
Nothing changed, no matter how he apologize,
No matter what he try to change,
In her eyes, just another naughty riddle.

Ah’ the philosophies and science said and done,
Life a fate and time torn riddle,
Love of two lay strangled in all the riddles and lyrics,
Eyes once filled with tears now in tearless pain, blinded.

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I am out of youtube. People maybe wondering why I deleted my accounts and left. The reason is they terminated my account amidalaneboo. I lost 70,000 subcribers with that account. No one really knew who it was behind that account. Now you all know. My videos will come here in xanga, Facebook and my own video site. None of my readers here should take this personally. I will never ever return there.

“Live the way you want to today — it’s not hurting anybody, and you’re making life more interesting for you and your people, so why not? You may find yourself inching toward a brand new lifestyle.”
That’s my Astrologer’s predictions for me today. Astrologer, single, unmarried, hanging out with girls half of ones age is not brand new… lifestyle, it is the branded lifestyle of Hugh Hefner.

“You are so far out ahead of the crowd that they might think you’ve fallen behind — but that doesn’t bother you! Your big ideas are too enthralling to let you worry what the masses think”

That was my Astrological prediction for the day. Blinded by the material world there are those who don’t know who I am. Pity on them.