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This is a good friend of me Grace. She is the one I used as a model to write this poem, as she requested me to write a romantic poem looking at her. I really don’t have the permission to put her picture in this site. I never asked that’s the truth. Still she is a charming, wonderful and above all a caring soul. Now don’t misunderstand me by guessing I am in love with this girl…woo, the time of me falling in love is over. Yeah, yeah yeah I know you all will say, there is no age to love and love see not age and all, blah, blah, blah… when it came to me those whom I loved and still love a lot just turned their faces away. Well as for Grace, I don’t talk to her with anything in mind so she knows it is okay to talk to me.

 I would’ve never told about Grace to anyone as there is nothing serious between us just that the situation in which this was written demands truth.  As for the poem I needed to keep it as simple as possible as I know otherwise she will not understand the poem at all.

 

The colors of life spring time shown,

And about wonders of beauty they spoke,

All around the nature they crown,

Beauty from your beautiful eyes they stole.

 

And to those colors I spoke,

In words and language none else known,

Ah’ those words made you smile,

Smiles that made universe in gladness sizzle.

 

The world of humans, fairies and angles in that sizzle woke,

And sang verses of chants in praise,

Of the wonderful soul that made all worlds wake,

From those praises, verses of love I found.

 

Those verses again and again I recited,

And the feelings made me gentle and calm,

All around the world for that love and beauty I searched,

And now in your eyes in all purity that love I see.

 

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Night, night hug me hard, Let the dream filled sleep in my mind creep, Let the feelings of unfelt float me through worlds unknown, Until, morning comes through the rays of sun, And wake me with her kisses on my face.

I have a Treo 800w and I was looking for a tool I can use from my phone to update my blog on Xanga. I tried using the internet explorer but finding the submit button with Pocket IE is like hitting the powerball. Next I tried email posting, wow the post showed up after about 9 hours. I started googling and eventually figured out to use Windows Writer with my Treo here are the things I did to use it.

This is for those who don ‘t know how to use Windows Mobile with Xanga.

Go to this link  Writer For Windows Mobile

Download Writer-NoInsatall-Beta2 and sync your phone with your computer and transfer it to your phone. I tried the directly downloading into my Treo. But the page keep on loading again and again.

Once you get the zip file into your Treo unzip the file and extract it all in a place where you can easily find it.

Go this folder /writer-noinstall/writer there you will find the executable named writer click on it. The writer for windows mobile application will come on. First it will ask you to do applications set up

Here are the settings.

Language -enUS

Savings Type- XML

check encrypt passwords servers

in Publishing articles I checked all the boxes

Click Save Settings.

 

There scroll down to Account Manager Click on the button

Click on Options–>New Account

In the Blog xmlrpc file URL:

Enter- htp://api.xanga.com/metaweblogapi

User

<<<your user name on xanga>>>>

Password

<<<your xanga password>>>

Protocol

MetaWebBlog.

make sure the mark server automatically is checked. Click add.

You are pretty much Okay to go. Go back and scroll up and click on the button New Article… enter your post and publish it.

It works for me. If you have any questions please feel free to ask.

 

Hope the Windows Mobile users will be able to blog more freely.

 

 

Time in mind and all around grown old,
And wearing the worn out coat of winter left,
The new born daughter of time chased,
Everything living like a teenager confused.

As her colorful charm all around she spread,
A good thought old man time left, back to me came,
Ah’ made me feel same, like years back it did,
And the daughter to listen to my soul, through smiling flowers rested.

Then soul about the thought through thoughts spoke,
In through soliloquy then through thoughts again and again soul spoke,
Hours and hours in daytime let thoughts consume,
Many, many hours in sleep, through dreams whispered,
All in a nutshell from my soul meant.

Oh in your eyes forever twisted my mind maybe,
But in my thought a truth I trust,
That truth is love of a kind rejuvenated,

Everyday since the day we met,
In dreams with your hands held weaved.
Feelings of your own heart why not trust?
Feelings though far, far away and invisible,
To my soul and into my dreams you share.
Why not feel the truth than live a lie?

The listener got up and away she walked,
The same old story once more heartfelt she heard,
Bringing April rain for nature to dance,
To add more blooms to cheer up a drowning mind.

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Solo dancer will you show me steps?
Steps expressed the feelings from your heart.
Oh? follow I will upon those foot prints,
As first steps to your heart.
 
Serene Singer, will you hum a tune in your heart born?
A tune to this spring wind counterpoint,
Leaving loving feelings in the minds of all living,
For me to image your love in tune with my verse.
 
Silent lover a heartbeat of love will you give?
A beat with the feelings of this fading spring rhymes.
And blow life into every soul in hope,
A beat a billion more times for heart to beat inspire.
 
Sketching artist, will you draw the eyes of mine,
So that those eyes can look at you at least once in real,
As choices have taken you far,
Far away from my love.

When in the east, sun woke
Towards the west I looked,
And more glory than the spring morn sun on your face I saw,

Into those eyes merged,
The rays from every corner of nature reflected,
And each ray from your eyes rebirth,
Showing the world a new line of poem,
A new view of beauty.

In your soul with trust my love I leave,
As in your soul my love will become,
A poem of beauty, a prayer of sanctity,
And an anthem that echo beyond eternity.

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Loveless Actions.

Tired legs along unrighteous paths dragged,
Sounds in mind to thunders in nature dubbed,
And phantoms of gone by days wandered,
In dark cloaks, bare-footed and with smiles mocking,
The realities like wild creepers all over me creeping.

Oh every reality through reasons unknown torn,
And with unearthly nightmares bound.

No more wonderful feelings felt,
To nurture every loving feeling for you felt,
As with the phantoms your images merged,
Images your loveless actions from my mind plucked.

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A million times one can lie,
Fill soul with that lie,
Hallucinate about that lie,
Make believe that lie never die,
Fake joy about that lie.
Still a truth, that lie never will become,
As in the truth all unreal succumb.

Then a day will birth and mists of lie will wither,
The truth all around you will dance,
As no more in lies you can dance,
Hallucinations still from far will hunt,
But in every bit of life the truth will fill,
That Truth is my love for you,
The lie? You don’t love me at all.

It is rather late or in another way, way early.  There were people on my facebook still trying to chat with me like 15 min ago. I don’t know why so many people want to stay up late. Maybe they are all like me. How am I like? Good question. I thought about this couple of weeks and said to myself this. I am like just any other man one can find in the mirror if you are a man. If you are woman you may not give me a second look if you meet me at the street corner. That’s the case with majority of people however what makes the difference? It just that I am not a hypocrite or a person who get lost in the flow of the masses. I either swim away and get to calmness or I never get in the middle of the flow in the first place. Will that make me a protectionist? In a way yes, as I am the one person I should protect in the first place. As I keep myself at bay mostly these days many familiar faces gave me strange looks. Some faces don’t look at me anymore and some of them are fighting with their own shadows to erase my face from memory. All these makes me mind a blank white sheet on which, I am tried of writing story after story. Maybe I should just leave it blank so that someone will find it someday in someway to write a new story and make this strange face unique leaving a smile on this face.

   The above said thought at that time kinda triggered a writing at that time. 15 or 16 days later I just felt the same after reading what I wrote. Hope you all find this strange writing a little familiar.

Tragedy Of A Middle Aged Bachelor.

The nightly stars one by one bowed away,
Far across the landscape darkness bound,
The spring mist with hollow dreams,
The wind in haste joined them in dance,
The lame morning somewhere in east yawned.

The old moon hid under the blanket of light,
Lazy birds from branch to branch of a flowerless tree hopped,
No songs, just screeches of nesting nightly bugs,
Bats with stomach full upside down lay and flapped their wings,
The blank journal page in light cold breeze turned.

The tired eyes in waiting for an unseen daydream drooped,
None seen as all ended like the journal page bye breeze turned,
As everyday felt like yesterday,
And yesterday to tomorrow cloned.
Yet another spring morn between yesterday and tomorrow lost.

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