Month: July 2019

Twenty First Day Of July – 2019.

Oh’, I tried my best to keep my eyes open,
But tired mind and brain fell to the dark of sleep,
When into the light I woke I sat up and said,
“Bless her Allah, bless her, like you bless me.”.

Noon and evening hasted through their routines,
I sat like a stone watching T.V smiling occasionally,
Nature changed colors faster than I thought,
Or did time abandoned me and ran for reasons unknown?

Early night came and the stalker knocked on my website,
I wanted to know if about my safety I should be concerned,
So once more I asked Little Boss if it is her who visits,
No answer but what she did to hurt told it is her.

No more concerns, Oh’, I will die of her hand if she chooses to,
And that brought to my mind a new inspiration to write more,
And I will write, write and write again taking lifetimes,
For her eyes, for the world to know, that I love her.

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Twentieth Day Of July – 2019.

Sleepless night, ah’, how wonderful it was,
Then I got up and to my yard walked,
And felt warmth caress of the night ready,
To leave me alone once more in the scorching sun.

The into the dark night I looked and sang,
“Wake up morning and fill that which I can’t see,
With brightness from my soul filled with love,
Love for my Little Boss my heart always will feel.”.

Then I saw morning light break the shadows of night,
Stars bowed out into the furthest corners of past,
Fortunes or misfortunes this day going to bring none knows,
And I said, “Be it for the good of me that makes her happy”.

Love felt well as afternoon settled into time,
I let time pass through me and my wonderful day,
Oh’, this weekend may bring changes I never imagined,
I thought and smiled, but, ah’, nothing of value happened.

I raised my head, I cleaned my thoughts and I asked,
“Oh’, God, don’t my love have no value at all?”,
Regretted I for leaving a question to God,
Forgiveness I sought and to forgive her I pleaded.

Late-night all around me ran all confused,
As the love for my Little Boss from my soul glowed,
And made the night feel on the wrong side of time,
All settled, and I settled, in unknowns and imaginations.

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Nineteenth Day Of July – 2019.

“Do you have a talisman to give me Mother Nature”,
I pleadingly asked as the happiness I saw she spread,
Made me not just happy but want to spread happiness like her,
And be happy seeing the happiness of others.

Some say Love is happiness and happiness finds ways to love,
I looked for love and waited for love and found my love,
Oh’, Little Boss, you ever felt a little bit of my love,
Before you rejected me and forced me on knees to pray.

The noon was a bogus monster who didn’t scare me,
The afternoon stirred up summer furnace and heated,
Every corner as thirsty birds decided no to sing,
And skunks ran away from odor of half–naked sweaty women.

Evening tried to stir up a wind but she stood like a stone,
Trees stood bowed in the heaviness of the leaves they grew,
And the twilight came with the dusk as sun too left sweaty,
“Oh’, summer you are hot but calm down now,” I said.

Late-night woke the poet inside me who ate too much,
Then thirsty like a pacing dog drank all juice and soda,
All the sugar drowned him like a stone in a river,
Still, he wrote, wrote and wrote again about his love.

“She is lovely, she is dearest, she defines you Mother Nature.”.

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Eighteenth Day Of July – 2019.

Night left a mark on my heart that deeper felt,
Even the bright-lit summer morning gloomy looked,
As morning left nothing for me to think and erase,
That shadow of what night left became the anomaly.

Life, ah’, the series of events that give us a connection,
To the self and many other big, small, living and unliving,
Then to every event in life comes a balancing act,
Many times we forget to balance or we know nothing.

The anomaly lived and the day died before mind realized,
I chose to run in a day blinded by what I know not,
Time the healer, Space the facilitator of life to flourish,
No chance for both I gave as answers for unknown questions I sought.

Deeper and deeper I thought as my own conscience I felt,
Left me to ask more questions to mind as thoughts about Little Boss,
Brought anger, fear, sadness and then her face in memory,
A million rays of happiness and, ah’, a drop of happy tear I shed.

Then to time I asked, “Why you forgot to bring me a chariot?”.

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Seventeenth Day Of July – 2019.

Oh’ that fat old moon and the lazy night tried,
To keep the twilight and early morning sleep,
But in the lullabies by the early birds sang,
The morning woke to give me a happy dream.

As time scrolled through the late morning to noon,
I took life to leisure and pleasure of baseball park,
Summer warmth became a lady to date the lonely man,
And to her too I said “I am in love with me Little Boss”.

Tiredness took my hand into an evening nap on chair,
Somewhere in subconscious remained a sad feeling,
Ah’ late evening my thoughts dreamed about happy life,
Still a sad man tried to cry through happy times.

The cold air deep into my house basement sank,
As summer unleashed a wrath for reasons unknown,
The calmed down mind still sobbed once in a while,
When thought about everything else but the present.

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Fifteenth Day Of July – 2019.

Why would you sleep Oh’ night,
When such beautiful dreams you show,
In the depths of sleep where none hurts,
In talk or actions without discrimination.

Oh’ Little Boss, you very well in those dreams acted,
Sometime as an onlooker, most times as a companion,
Love between us flourish in that world unconditionally,
And unchallenged, as dreams within dreams romance wrote.

The morning like an aging warrior all around spread,
Slow but steady, Ah’, what insanity the world made,
Humanity indeed made calamities a victim of their act,
Still divine patience out paced every evil lurked through hearts.

Many wonderful thoughts about new age romance nailed,
Me in sitting and thought about thoughts and newly weaved dreams,
Thousands of images fabricated, places unseen, yet filled hearts,
Yeah, dreams about love indeed, greatest construction of humanity.

Baseball park, snubbing lovely ladies with thoughts,
About Little Boss as none I give a second look,
Love indeed makes a man morale and decent,
Oh’, no comfort I seek other than the love Little Boss.

When decided to write through the late night I thought,
The meaning of the future cannot be known by me,
Even if I can, the surprise of a life once in life, I want,
I am indeed a great lover, and a decent man who deserves her.

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Fourteenth Day Of July – 2019.

When the last phase of the night began,
The sleepless poet upon his love-seat tired sat,
Deep in his soul broke loose the sadness of the unloved,
Only the nightingale upon the maple sitting heard his soul.

And she sang taking the pulse of his sadness as rhythm,
About the walls around his love trying to fly free,
Holding the hands of the Little Boss from his soul he loves,
Hearing the song, morning sitting in mother nature’s womb wept.

When walking around the poet felt those tears falling,
Upon him from the maple where the nightingale sleeps,
No sign he found of the bird as morning left in a hurry,
No bridge to noon he saw as baseball park filled his thoughts.

No thought can break his streak of finding a new way to love,
His Little Boss who unseen and unheard for him finds a way,
Through the digital magnificence to let him know,
Heard his heart, felt his love, but only in sixth sense returns.

Evening and early night left without any remorse,
As night grown much older in front of him stars taught,
Another way to love his Little Boss unconditionally,
And in that little gladness in his heartbeat Soul danced.

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