From A Heartfelt Feeling.

Here is a happy news. I have already told some people in  Xangaabout it. My book “Age Of Survival” got accepted for publication. It isthe collection of 175 poems including all poems which I posted here inmy Xanga and my poems taken from LonelyPoet.Com.Today I signed the publishing contract witnessed by another poet. Ihope to see it in online and local stores soon, which of course maytake sometime. I will keep you all posted about it. So all of you whoencouraged me, my special thanks to you. What is the best I can do? Apoem, here is a poem I wrote today and so far only seen by Jennifer thepoet who witnessed my contract signing. Feel free to say your mind hereor in LonelyPoet.Com about what you think about this poem. I will be removing all poems from LonelyPoet.Com in couple of days except the latest ones which is not in the book.

Here is the intro I wrote for the poem and the poem.

When one feels love and feels that there is no way to achieve lovethere is that feeling inside that is not that easy to describe butpain, squeeze and cold all join together like lava forming inside avolcano. That’s what I am talking about in this poem. There is nosimple way to say this and it may be one of the spearheading topic insome of the poems that’s going to follow. Read the poem and tell mewhat you all feel.

From A HeartfeltFeeling.

Turn away not, O love, turn away not,
A lot of questions I asked and no answers came,
The way I am wonders me always,
Unloved, uncared and neglected I sure will live,
Life given, through chain of meaningless events must live,
What meaning should I give to these times?
When life never happens in the time I want,
And love never touched me in anyway at all,
And still I love and love with the faith,
The one I love may feel my love someway.

Inside the chest always feel the squeeze,
And like a thousand needles into the heart piercing,
Oh’ love in suffocation thrives,
For the love from the heart known only through love.

Glory of moments of care unknown,
Again and again senses waiting to feel,
The age of changes died away without swaying,
The dead leaves upon I wrote my verses of love.
Silence in the loveless dark path haunts,
A soul only loved and wished to be loved.

Speechless you remain O love,
And in silence I only hear my own breath,
And in silence all my fears awake,
And dances upon my tear filled eyes.

O a smile from the depth of your heart I want to see,
Unpronounced your likes and dislikes may remain,
But give my memory a smile to remember,
Enchant me with a look from the depths of your soul,
Through those eyes you always turn away.

Turn away not, O love, turn away not,
From the only truth in my life I ever realized,
The love for you that will forever live in me.

Background Sound “Song Of The Dying Nightingale” I recited the poem for my ex-girlfriend Valentina who liked to hear me recite my poems and recorded it sometime on an early morning in January 2003. She wanted me to recite the poem early in the morning, as that is the time according to her my voice was at the deepest.
I added the Illachime Quartret music two years after I broke up with her.