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October 4, 2010 8:06 AM

The Innocent Touch.

Life some days can be insane. This is yet another day that went wrong from all directions and fired back just wrong in all directions. Easier to say than live it. Recently I thought what do I want? The answer is not simple, I don’t need money, I don’t need any worldly pleasures. That’s just the simple way to put things forward. It gets very complicated from there. Maybe I am a material illusion of a spiritual truth none can ever comprehend.

I don’t want to confuse you folks. Here is a poem. I don’t know why I wrote it though hehehe.

The Innocent Touch.

Swaying up and down the swing lived,
Through many childhood in years passed,
Up onto unseen air the swing pushed,
Listening to the giggles of happiness of childhood.

The flying dust, the butterflies, the small surprised sparrow,
Oh’ all changed in the very many years galloped,
New faces, new voices, new costumes all came and gone,
But the fun on the swing, Oh’ still remained in sway up and down.

Good times came, good times gone, all stirred up all around,
Oh’ about good and bad, what a little child should know,
So the swing went up and down to the giggles listening,
Shine or rain the swing can sway up and down.

Times have passed many good and bad days came and gone,
Children left the swing for the younger ones,
Many times the moon passed the earth,
Many, many times the sun and earth at each other looked,

Minds from dreams to dreamless went,
Every event with drama filled,
To take a deep breath none got time to spare,
In truth less souls illusions filled.

Monuments of millenniums stood bare naked,
The little child cared not for any monuments at all,
She went to the swing and climbed and swayed,
Up and down and the rusty cranks of chains in her giggles, drowned.

Then not from far an onlooker looked and with a smile left,
As deep in his soul he now knows,
All that stay stale must be moved with an innocent touch,
Then all that went around will come around.

No thoughts of worldly life touched him at all,
Life may have grounded every means of him,
No traditions, faith, color or class came to kill and die,
Only the sway of an old rusty swing in his mind filled.

His pace in steadiness with the wind quickened,
As in his soul giggles he once left at the swing, again filled,
Another child born again at the swing,
Ah’ there will always be a child to make the swing go up and down.

October 3, 2010 8:43 AM

The Year Of The One Time Flower.

****Announcement****

In two years I wrote three books one almost ready to be published. My announcement is yesterday I started writing a new set of poems that collection is called “The Year Of The One Time Flower”. Sorry folks I cannot put any of the poems here as I have an agreement with someone willing to make it an e-book I will not post any of those poems here or in my blog sites. 21 Poems about some things happened in real. All written metaphorically.

Have a great weekend everyone.

August 24, 2010 4:15 AM

Image Of A Lost Lover.

As most of you all know I am a blogger. I write blogs, I read blogs and even do live video blog shows. For the last couple of months I did not do much of blogging and I sincerely apologize to you all for that. I must confess I wrote a lot of poems here suggestive of my feelings for one person. In every poem of mine there is at least one word that tells about my love for her. Now I must confess I am not reaching anywhere with all this. I am getting older, no matter who says what the truth is that. Now when facing a dead end in every corner, this is a time I need support, unfortunately I just don’t have it. I will be writing and I will be reading and once Ramadhan fasting days are over I will be starting my live video blog shows too. Its just that I failed in every possible way to make me feel better. There I just told the truth.

Image Of A Lost Lover.

The river flown like the song you sang,

The song composed in the rhythm of my heart,

Through valleys and meadows the river ran,

And through the heart of the plains river sang,

The song that told tales of every moment of your life.

Through the river I swam,

Listening to the giggles of the blasting bubbles,

And heard how days passed when in happiness you thrived,

And also heard how days and nights you pushed,

When life at you fired, arrows filled with sadness.

Through the plains and meadows and valleys I ran,

To see the ones heart that known the rhythm of my heart,

To hear in real the whispering voice through mists pass,

To look in those eyes where sadness comes and turns,

Into happy feelings the world around in smiles welcome.

The leaves of trees grew, greened and fell in applause,

The flowers smiled and in prayers shut their eyes,

The mists filled all around and all over touched,

All made me feel the love of her in the depth of my soul,

But only feelings I felt, as far, far away unseen she stayed.

The meadows, valleys, rivers and lakes I never left,

As filled in all is the glory of your love,

In all material way unknown to you I will remain,

As deep in my soul of mine forever that unseen image will remain,

And deep in your soul forever the love of yours for me will remain.

August 15, 2010 2:20 AM

The Tired Tempest

This is the month of fasting. This year the heat wave is really keeping me underground. Literally, most part of daytime I spend in the basement where it is about 10 to 20 degrees cooler. I normally don’t do much of writing during the month of fasting. Sometimes a phrase or even a word can trigger a writing spree. Well there is no spree this time.

Hope all are doing good these days. Hold on to your jobs the times ahead can sway you worse than a roller-coaster. The facebookers will get this poem probably tomorrow day time. Stay in shade folks, don’t try to be too adventurous and get out in the sun and burn your pretty skin. Let it cool down.

The Tired Tempest

The silence of the summer noon broke,
As from the west, east, south and north came,
Wind dancing all around horizons and howling and roaring,
The sky tall trees he bend, the grounded dust he picked and showered,
Ah’ what naughtiness mother nature’s child the world taught.

Went up high and at each other the dark clouds he pushed,
Those sleepy clouds unknowing at each other punched,
Ah’ thunders broke out and lightning to the ground fell,
Hail from the clouds he picked and juggled, some to gravity fell prey,
In the end mother nature in anger roared as all in chaos scattered.

All around the horizon again he ran crying,
Ah’ his tears through clouds fell and the dusts settled,
Rivers and lakes swelled and happily flowed,
Crickets and birds sang songs in counter point,
Mother failed to catch her naughty child and in fear away he went.

Many years, many places, Ah’ many faces he saw,
Mother still worries as his face for long she haven’t seen,
The true face Oh’ not many seen as for many a nuisance he became,
Deep inside he is just trying to make all smile and laugh.
Misunderstood Oh’ all, away their faces turned.

Then there are those who in laughs followed,
In the dust he spread they bathed,
And the hail and rain they loved to see and hear,
And for them as much as he can, his wings he spread,
But a hidden smile Oh’ makes him sad.

Horizons his playground he made,
Deep oceans made him cool,
Wild forests along with him danced,
Flocks of birds along with him sang,
Still a smile away from him smiled, brought him down tired.

August 10, 2010 10:05 PM

Ashes Of Hopes.

Okay Everyone I am not going to be online much for the next one month. Said that I may come in between and update if there is something to update. Have a fantastic time everyone.

Ashes Of Hopes.

Long, Long hours like flower petals spread,
Breath went in and out but mind relaxed,
So far away reality may be,
Still there are times when sun shine on me too.

The way into the mind dreams found,
But only ways as empty remained,
Oh’ how wonderful the unfulfilled dreams shined,
The glitter turned to vapor and they melt and as tears flown.

Waited not for long in sadness,
This world neither deserve my charity,
Nor I expect someone’s kindness,
Oh’ the space and time of mine, God given blessing.

This time will pass and another piece of time will come,
Even the unborn child’s mind will not be empty,
But when through time after birth passes,
Oh’ only the darkness of the ashes of hopes one can find.

July 26, 2010 12:14 PM

Song Of A Drowned Bird.

Good morning folks, How are you all after a spectacular weekend? If it were spectacular. My weekend was, well, it was, so better don’t talk about it. I don’t know why I write anymore. Still I write, many ideas were made in a different time line. So I don’t know if most generate the same passion like it did when I wrote the first drafts. Here is one I pulled out and wrote more to the idea.

You all have a fantastic week ahead.

Song Of A Drowned Bird.

Looking past the light less days I see,

The drowning of a caged bird,

Caught in a web perfectly made,

By minds with menacing machinations.

The mind of the bird none saw,

Golden rods, fruits of sweetness, honey and milk,

Oh’ nothing can drown the true hunger,

The hunger felt by all but understood by none.

Sitting in the cage, no song the bird sang,

Those silent tears none wiped,

Deeper and deeper the feelings crept,

All lost hope and no more care given.

Night less time passed with the howling wind,

Darkness meant nothing as light meaningless flowed,

The mindless bodies in howls like soul less vampires walked,

And thrown the cage into the depths in unkindness.

The material beauty gone beyond recovery,

The menacing crowd fled after the naughtiness,

Oh’ then the wind flown through the branches of the trees so high,

Echoing the tunes the brown bird sang that filled many souls.

Every dawn and dusk new lovers hear,

The tunes the drowned bird sang,

Giving hopes to minds that lost all hopes,

And a feeling of fulfillment to all who thrive in hopes.

July 21, 2010 11:16 PM

The Girl Beside The Stream.

One of my friend and a very big fan of my poetry recently posted some pictures on her facebook. She looked really pretty and when I saw those pictures I said. No need for sun to be around for me to see you. Yes that’s what I said. Here is the poem that I wrote with that in mind.

Enjoy.

The Girl Beside The Stream.

The rays of sun upon the stream danced,

As water in reluctance stood,

For the reflection her the beauty by the stream,

Time dedicated these days in honor of her prettiness.

Barefooted on the rocks she walked,

The poisonous serpents under the rock hid,

For fear in accident they may bite,

And the algae stayed sturdy for her not to fall.

Sun touched her bare shoulders soft,

Jealous water and air flown,

Some birds flew as high as they can and brought,

Fresh air from high above for her to breathe.

Trees joined the wind and swayed,

Flowers of the wild opened a little more to see,

The beauty in heaven God blessed,

The beauty Nature in pride to the world shown.

Time pushed the sun beneath the western horizon,

And the beauty beside the stream sat in thoughts,

No eyes of men upon her fell as far away all roamed,

But maybe her thoughts about some boys love filled heart.

In thoughts she sat, in thoughts she rose and in thoughts away she walked,

Some flowers she touched in dreams they all slept,

The water and air stood stale, but none noticed,

The image of her in the water even when no light is around.

July 20, 2010 1:26 AM

The Angry Man

I had the most screwed up day in recent times. The last one was a while back. On that day I wrote a poem called “Reading Poems” today the reasons were totally different. A job opportunity came and I passed the interview on Friday. Sweet job, lot of travel then back in Milwaukee for another 3 months, travel again then back there. I cannot ask for anything better and Monday morning I was expecting the confirmation and what did I got? They want someone with a Green Card, which because of the great policies of the United States government I still don’t have. In any other country in this world I would be a citizen after spending 12 years. One can imagine what will I feel. Damn shitty, yeah, damn shitty after spending 3 days without much sleep preparing for the interview and doing it in a way no one can do any better. Anger intoxicated me beyond every imagination of mine. Then I shut myself down. Rarely I do that because after this I know what is going to happen…. you all will enjoy some of the happiest poems I will be writing in this time. Yes, I write happy poems when I am angry or sad. It will be a while before you see them though.

May God Smile Upon You All Always.

July 17, 2010 5:42 PM

The Whistle Of Winds.

The noon time sun upon the roads blazed,

Mirages shown streams flowing ahead,

Oh’ a journey for fun once started,

Then became a passion in which thrived,

Now became a burden unwanted.

Silence deeper into soul penetrated,

Gone by days in memory like view master images stored,

Oh’ what a wonderful life it was for many others,

Still images fading colors, passed with every click of the clock,

Choices well made, fate betrayed, still the joker inside joked.

The masters of life drank from the streams ahead they saw,

Intoxicated they lived losing the sharpness of senses,

Oh’ from among those who lost and senseless spoke,

Who all convinced in the sorcery of evil as the light of life,

Ran far, far away though the mirages kept on hunting.

The movement stopped, nothing of life seen anymore,

The mirages so thick, fear of drowning in mind filled,

Oh’ then the silence from soul erased,

As the whistle of winds ears both in body and mind heard,

In it were a well composed tune that gave me your feeling of love.

July 14, 2010 3:16 AM

The Lucky Man.

Past, present and future oh’ three words everyone can say and smile. How one is going to merge it all and make a good life is an awesome task. Some are fortunate with it all some just fall apart through it all, then there are others who knows time is another creation and time is never lost. Its just that one need to know how to manage and tame time for being happy all the time. There is a factor of luck in it all. For the surprise of mine these thoughts made me write this poem. Looking into past I changed my relationship status in Facebook to ‘In a relationship’ and it will stay that way forever.

The Lucky Man.

The horizons upon your eyes reflected,

And from it grown a pleasant feeling,

Deep in my heart that told me how you felt,

Then to all the lovers in the world I told,

“Look at me not Oh’ lovers look at your lovers eyes,

For in through those eyes you will see,

The fulfillment of a lifetime of desires,

Filled with love none else will feel and understand.

Gather every breath of yours,

And into your soul blow the air,

Filled with the scent of her love,

For the world to see that love evolved as your love.”

To the horizons I once more looked,

And saw stars waking up from all corners,

Oh’ then a smile spread through every luck of mine,

Once more telling how wonderful to be the love of yours.