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June 12, 2009 5:52 PM

A Castle In Seconds.

Not a lot to say about myself. I woke up late and rushed to work. It was a crazy day. I did all I can this day and this week. Still… naaa I should not be ambitious like I was 15 years ago. Life should be lived through ages.

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Now about this poem that follows. Every fathers day I think about writing a poem. But never really wrote anything. As I cannot write a poem today and release it this day itself because of copyright issues, I wrote a poem, not today. It was not completed early this week. It took some wild turns and twists. Some part needed to be removed from the poem as that looked very creepy. I hope you all will enjoy this one. I brought the words “Happy Father’s Day” in the poem but it is not about Fathers Day. Maybe another time I will write about Father’s Day… when I am a real Father. Hope you all understand.

A Castle In Seconds.

Attractive, charming and pleasant,

Oh angels will lose their charms in her prettiness,

Looking at him she smiled again and again,

So young, but not too young,

He is old, not too old but not young anymore,

Stood up and to walk away he tried,

But nothing can stop him from looking back,

Those eyes and smile, somewhere in memories hide,

Long days filled years cloud memories,

Oh’ still a young lady of this age he never known.

He walked away thinking deep,

And the little angel to forget he tried,

When browsing through the magazine stands,

Clouds cleared, “Elisa”, he cried,

From a long gone past she awoke,

Rushed he to every corner of the street,

But no sign of the angel who smiled like her,

In disappointment on the stone bench he sat,

With glimpses of a long gone past through mind flashing,

College days, party nights, travels, movies, coffee shops,

Unemployment, misunderstandings, tears, anger and bitterness,

Breakup and busy schedules of foundations of life,

A foundation well built but no castle upon it built.

Oh’ he remembered it all in minutes,

But in confusion of all senses frowned,

As no clue he got about Elisa and the young lady he saw,

When about to walk away from behind he heard a sweet voice,

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy”

Turned around and he saw Elisa holding the young angel,

Nodding with a smile, the nod that answered without words,

Every question that to his mind came,

And built a castle faster than any architect can.

June 11, 2009 5:49 PM

Murmur Of A Vagabond

I will be back on blogtv tonight for a brief show. I am not fully fit to do any show. My left chin still hurts. And I haven’t shaven for nearly two weeks. Still I will be there.

The week is almost over. I really wished for a week like this, so, no complaints. Catch you all later.

Enjoy the poem.

Murmur Of A Vagabond.

The crowd every moment fattened,

But none known to each other at each other they looked,

Strangers in a closely knit world filled,

By the pathetic portion of materialism,

That runs through the veins of screaming losers,

None hear them but their spiritual ghosts,

Oh’ the reality of those ghosts murdered,

By passionless lovers and their admirers.

More and more people to the middle of the town poured,

Even couples who left home as couples became strangers,

And through them all step by step he walked,

Many smiling strangers his eyes don’t see,

None of the mocking giggles his ears don’t hear,

Those arrogant ones who bumped on him he felt not.

The world as is from his mind left,

Life from his veins drained,

Oh’ the poison of the witchcraft of love too left,

As every loving feeling from his mind he erased.

The fast moving crowd, many without direction wandered,

Artificial lights in many colors glittered,

Oh’ their minds he could hear,

And only for one face all around him he looked,

Then the wisdom from the past through his mind breezed,

And to himself he murmured,

“Oh’ how much I loved you dear,

And how much I love you dear,

Why through the wilderness of this world you danced?

Why only scream of your long lost ghost I hear?

Why to the love of mine you never looked,

Through the spiritual side than the material mockery of the world?”

In his mind or any of his wisdom in his mind he knew,

Gave any answers to those questions murmured,

Rain poured and the crowd lost their grip,

As he walked on and on knowing where he will reach,

Not knowing how his mind will gain a bit of peace at that moment.

June 9, 2009 5:58 PM

Questions.

It was a lousy, drowsy weekend. A total waste of time. I didn’t do anything just slept most of the time and Vicodin helped too. The pain is still there so I cannot eat anything that needs good chewing. I want to eat steak, big outback steak. Damn when I wanted it I can’t eat it. One thing I don’t understand, my belly still is the same size, damn, one week of literally liquid food no change, if I eat one steak, my belly increases half an inch.

Enough rambling about my weekend and lonely life hehe. People misunderstand me. That is the curse I live with. I intend only good for everyone. If at any point what I said or did hurt anyone please forgive me. I have only one request, if one cannot pay attention to me or not make me wait please don’t even think about communicating with me. Because unlike many others I am very alone so I seek attention. You want to call me an attention freak, go ahead, if that is who I am in your definition so be it. But never wake me up and tell me there is no supper for you. Hope what I meant is understood.

Here is a poem.

Questions.

Clouds like dragons float around firing,

Venomous fire at each other sparking,

And falling on to Earth, as summer danced in,

In this season when spring left with promises unfulfilled.

The lush greenery spring time left bore no flowers,

And days like magical serpents into the depths of nights grew,

Still all across the horizon I see not,

No star with the glow from your eyes, born,

No wind in the rhythm of your heart singing, blown,

Ah’ still at the wonders of the world I look and wonder,

Why without a dream for me to see you left,

A thousand reasons you can tell,

A hundred different ways to walk,

Away from me into the world in rainbows bound.

Unrealistic all definitions are,

In every definition in the wonderful mind of yours,

And to the world around you, me and everyone else,

Why not walk on one of the rainbows into my heart pierce?

Didn’t you named the glow in your heart once after me?

Oh’ will you ever be able to turn off, the light you and I are?

Wipe away the mirages,

Whip away the whining distractions,

Who all with friendly smiles shadows,

But will leave you to melancholy and pain in dark.

O’ Summer sun come from above the darker clouds,

And with those gentle palms of light caress,

The face in brightness only seen by her,

Shine bright through moon at night,

To show her dreams filled with love of mine.

O’ my dear, there are no more definitions for my love,

As all my love was molded and made your soul,

As in your thoughts even nature around me dissolves in me,

Why not make the unreal real and bless the love of ours?

June 5, 2009 4:47 PM

Falling Feathers

My face looks like a rotten pumpkin now. I am not kidding. It is horrible; it’s no wonder why people curse the dentist. I didn’t curse him. Well last 4 days shown me how I can deal with pain, in a way it was nice I was all alone because if there was someone with me I would have made that person hate me. Said all that I a going to rest this weekend. It’s been a while since I sat and wrote with pen on paper something. Let’s see what comes out of it.

Well the poet never leaves his readers disappointed. Here is a 5 min scribble.

Falling Feathers.

One by one the feathers fell,

As time in waves passed me by,

Though a thousand dreams I have seen,

None stayed to see how their fulfillment brings,

Joy to my mind, as they too faded with bad times.

Now upon an imaginary tree as a phoenix I sit,

Waiting for the last feather to fall,

Oh’ the fate of the phoenix one know,

Ah’ that day will birth with the colors of your love.

June 1, 2009 7:55 PM

Unappreciated Smile Of The Invisible Darling

Little bad time I should say. One of my wisdom teeth broke and what remains of it is scratching my cheeks and the bottom wisdom tooth. There is another wisdom tooth on the right side that is hanging. Not a lot of pain but I have a swelling on my left cheek. I saw the doctor and got referred to a dental surgeon. Well as three teeth need to be taken out I should be put to sleep. There is a problem for that; I am alone so the doctor sent me home on Friday saying that I should bring an adult with me. Today I am took my coworker Chris with me. Now I am hungry to eat an Elephant alive but got to wait forever before all these numbness and bleeding to stop. I was sleeping now I am half awake and sitting and typing this.

How are you all out there. I really felt lonely in the last couple of day. There is always a price to pay for being alone. If I fell there won’t be any to take care of me. Chris came as a god send blessing thanks to him.

Unappreciated Smile Of The Invisible Darling

The months of summer have arrived,

Oh’ dear like your smile they all came,

Warm, bright and enlightening.

My dear, my dearest darling these days I look,

At these bright warm days to be reminded,

Of a smile I wish I could see,

Everyday brighter than the summer sun,

And brightening up the darkest moments of life.

Oh’ invisible you always was,

And invisible you will remain,

Silent about you I will remain,

Fulfilling your undeniable wish,

But do you believe I ever can keep,

That wonderful smile of yours invisible in my mind?

May 20, 2009 5:17 PM

Love Of The Triumphant Hypocrite.

Hello my friends, how are you all doing? Here is my question. What the hell is going on out there? Honestly I have no idea. I go from home to office then back to home. Nothing else. Well no matter what happens the poet is just the poet who will write. Here is one of my poems. This poem was originally named as The Triumphant Hypocrite. Later only the first part was written at that time. The ending was written recently. Well, just read it, its all in there.

Love Of The Triumphant Hypocrite.

He loved to curse,

But in public he did not.

He loved the sex and every woman in mind he undressed

But sweet words to all of them he said,

As every time he wanted to ask courage in him failed,

Over the lands, mountains and over many seas he flown,

With every comfort known to mankind he lived,

But a mind that thinks about one thing and body that does otherwise,

Oh’ deep inside still wishes in chain reaction for more and more cried.

A happy face to the world he shown,

And the single minded man took it all like a looter,

But the emptiness inside that filled, he could never eradicate.

One girl not through the eyes of lust he looked,

A pretty girl she was and he knew she deserved a better man.

And she found the better man she thought,

Who looked gay and only misery to her life that boy can bring.

Oh’ the hypocrite at her and gay looking boy looked.

Charming words and gifts of all kinds he gave,

With smiles across the face spreading,

With a thought of revenge for her who did not love him to live,

Unloved and betrayed by the one she love.

When with another smile a wonderful life for them he wished,

He wished to find a way, anyway to wipe,

The fresh born tears from inside his minds eyes.

May 18, 2009 4:57 PM

My Experiment With Laziness.

I survived the weekend aha, well I called it my experiment with laziness. That’s what I did, I just slept, sat on couch and watched a lot of T.V then I don’t know what all things I ate. But I tried my best to keep away from computers. To say it all in a nutshell… It was good.

It is Monday, what you will get from me on a Monday after a very emotionally draining weekend? 5 min scribbles. Like I said in a post last week, these are spontaneous writings in which I pick up a thought and write it spending exactly 5 min. If I don’t get it all out in 5 min that’s a full poem.

This one came when I asked myself “You want a boy or girl as first child” see that was the thought, now read what came out of that thought.

5 Min Scribbles

Like the wings of a humming bird, brittle,

Her eyebrows moved as in the depths of sleep dreamed,

What dreams dances in her soul I wonder,

But O God again and again blowing at you I pray,

To keep away every nightmare from her innocent heart,

And bless this blessing you gave me with every blessing of yours.

Hope you now know what gone through the mind. That’s it folks. Have a great Monday evening.

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May 15, 2009 11:00 PM

From The Depths Of Darkness.

This will be the toughest weekend in the last 5 years of my life. I am not kidding. Well I will survive. It is a damn hot day. I hated the weather. Even though I was born and brought up in a warm place never really liked the heat at all. I used to be a fast bowler in cricket. A game played in the humid heat all day for five days. If I stand in heat like that for a whole day.. mmm my belly may burn away. Said about belly, it is growing. I think I am pregnant.. hehe just kidding. Yes my waist line is huge that’s not any kidding. I got to get a grip on my ever expanding waist. The job week was hectic. We are getting around well a nice team we got here at work. I am not going to give you a lecture of how life needs to be lived. But one should know when choosing a partner, that understanding is the key. Everything else perishes away before that. Think again before you make that choice. There is a lifetime ahead to live.

This is another poem presented in blogtv. I will be back with more during the weekend. Have a great weekend everyone.

From The Depths Of Darkness.

Fallen from the heights of life,

Deep and far from all known life,

Grown in the depths of love,

All meanings life lost,

As most of life with dark clouds veiled,

And that invisible parasite from every corner clutched,

The dark phenomenon everyone calls fate.

No directions known,

North, east, west and south,

All merged in depths of dark,

And through it all fell into the valley of gloom,

Where darkness all five senses can feel.

Ran to and fro then left and right,

All felt same,

And landed into the middle of woods,

As the grass grown neck long,

Blade grass through skin mercilessly pierced,

Leaches sucked blood giving no pain,

Serpents at legs bound and bite their venom ineffective,

As life itself fed, the most powerful venom,

The power from the unloved heart flown,

Through vein and those serpents all fell dead,

And grass lifeless fell losing all essence,

Leaches in coma lied,

Still darkness bound tight even in imaginations.

As every hope turned to mere cravings,

Blood mixed with tears when thought about her,

She whom he lost beyond every dream,

Oh’ he cursed and cursed his own misfortune,

And in the dark onto a dark boulder he ran,

As he lay flat from the furthest corner seen,

A bit of light that grown in size,

She came to him and right beside him she sat,

And a little above the whispering voice to him she said,

“I am no God given gift,

I am no lucky star,

I am not the fun filled doll in your childhood you carried,

I am no material blessing rest of your life you can keep,

Never ever you saw me as who I am,

As all I said was what in me you always searched,

Why you never asked me to give my life to you,

Which in all happiness to you I always wished to give,

And I know my smiles will bring to you all you wished,

In the coming days try to gain a girl who is just a girl,

Whom you can love from the depths of mind,

And look for a girl who is a human not an angel,

On that day with all my love I will be there for you”.

Then she walked away as not a move he couldn’t make,

The morning woke up somewhere and no sun he could see,

Still he laid there in the middle of the park,

Losing the intoxication in every second passed,

The morning joggers and dog walkers all ran away,

As they all want to stay as far away from a naked drunkard.

May 14, 2009 5:45 PM

I don’t say much about what is going on with my life. Well it is quite hectic. I changed a bit as I start way early in the morning and come home as early as I can. There is not a lot I can say about my work or where I work or even where exactly I live. I am somewhere in the US that’s it. I am working on some new poems which you all will see here in the coming days. What more I can say…. Mmmm

Mind through turbine tumble on and on,

The reasons you will see when the scrolls of verses unbind,

In the coming days that will give more about who I am,

Misjudging me and my intentions bore cruelty which pierced,

And still I smile as my hurt will only hurt you the caring one.

What you will “Learn” oh’ dear,

Should’ve been learned from wisdoms of past,

Than the mistake you made when firing arrows of slander aimlessly.

Oh’ It only awoke a lover long time back I put to sleep,

Now tell me what lullaby should I sing?

To put him back to sleep.

Here is a poem I wrote and presented in blogtv. Yes it is about a girl.

Enjoy

Smile Of The Darling Girl

The colorful magic Mother Nature spread,

Through the hands of the beautiful spring,

Nature thrown her share all around,

Of happiness all souls wished for in the dark days.

Through the dawns of life she crawled,

And stepping into the morns of life she is,

From the depths of mind all the happiness she can share,

She gathered and on her face brought,

Her eyes glittering like two bright little stars,

That wonderful pointed nose spread a little more,

Skin upon her forehead stretch a little and shined,

The rosy cheeks to the side bulged spreading,

Those soft lips upon which nature dipped her quill,

And paused to see that wonderful moment before she painted,

A new species of flower in colors unseen danced.

The singing birds paused and the flying birds landed all around,

The wind waited upon the tree holding his breath,

Oh’ even the light from the glory of sun for a moment stopped,

When that wonderful smile upon her face spread,

A smile this portion of time took as a blessing,

And every creature that saw that smile left a prayer,

Upon a humble poet who in words wrote from his soul,

About the wonderful feelings of love upon his mind laid,

And told her his love for her again and again,

Making her smile again and again with his love.

May 13, 2009 4:50 PM

The Last Words Of Time

What will Time say when Time one of the creations of God was about to take the eternal sleep. Here Read.

The Last Words Of Time

Once upon a time, when I was a lot younger,

There lived a man who loved a girl,

Many ways he choose to show her how much he cared,

Many ways he choose to make her feel how much he loved,

But chose not to tell her the words of love,

As words of love were over used by humanity at that time,

She knew it all she first cared about it all,

Then she lost it all in her views that even made me laugh,

She danced her way away, far away from him,

And covered herself in smoke screens through which he can’t see,

Which left him in the pain of parting, unbearable,

But no hypocrite he was and he knew nothing he could do,

Spent the rest of his life unknown to even myself,

When at the end of his time after losing her years ago,

He said these words,

“Oh’ how much I loved her and I thank God for the gift of love,

Again and again in this lifetime I loved her more and more,

Though no love from her I got and from her life me she forgot,

Oh’ keeping all the love God gave me witness, I leave all the good I did,

At her foot as all the good I always did to her I owe,

Oh’ tired I am not and but to the world where she belongs… Good Bye”

Many generations and civilizations in billions of years I have seen,

He is the one, who truly loved and spent his life loving her,

I only remember those words when I take my eternal sleep.