Month: July 2019

Thirteenth Day Of July – 2019.

The usual pulses of the morning came and touched,
Mind dragged away from the world to imaginary,
Where phantoms of gone by days of the past,
Demons of the present time that spins at the same point,
And villains of the future hiding behinds shadows don’t exist.

Warmth of summertime in my fun fantasy joined to learn,
How an unloved man love with heartbeats and touch of soul,
Oh’, my love was made as sand castles in the written fate,
The shattering well seen, while the plans of fate were written,
How many more mornings to pass before this fate obliterated.

Noon mercilessly dragged me to reality that laughed,
As memory lost the sense of time and came in haste,
Leaving all went for the afternoon picnic but mind still held,
Strong feelings that led mind into remembrance of Little Boss,
Oh’, subconscious know not the difference between fantasy and reality.

Evening held her breath as my mind to Baseball I thought I can divert,
Nothing can stop my sweet Little Boss thoughts from conquering,
My mind into day-dreams and sleep and a lot of soliloquies,
Many sandcastles were built and torn away by the waves of time,
One face speechless stayed in mind like Evergreen in winter.

That face I took into the depths of the night for I know,
I need no light to see the past, present and the future,
As the light from that face embedded in my soul shines,
Brighter than the fuzzy moon up there swallowing clouds,
To become full yet another time in her paths none knows.

That face is of Little Boss, the only love this poet can sustain.

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Twelfth Day Of July – 2019.

Wonderful summer morning across the mid-west blazed,
The insane half naked wandered sticky with oily sweat,
As the spinning of life at one point meaninglessly stuck,
Morning left a feeling asking “Is there a talisman to free you?”.

Noontime passed, afternoon came and sang lullabies about love,
Left images of Little Boss in mind enjoying life with me,
Ah’ how wonderful it all felt as sleep and dreams danced,
Through my senses and made me smile again and again.

Evening stubborn stood to know answers from my conscience,
Oh’, I am a peasant and ignorant who knows nothing,
All I am good at is what world enjoy no more,
But, the love and the feeling of her love brings to me gladness.

A sad man in tiredness of his sarcasms may fall asleep,
I am no sad man as the gladness through my verses share,
Makes me a fulfilled man every day and night without doubts,
Oh’ dear, my dearest soul, Little Boss, know this truth,

Even from far, maybe unknowingly, you love me.

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Eleventh Day Of July – 2019.

Where are the words, Oh’, morning tell,
You so wonderfully into my heart whispered,
Through colors, the squeaking birds and winds,
The clasp of the tree branches giving rhythms.

My questions and pleas went into history unheard,
And noon brought sleepy thoughts and brain succumbed,
The wandering winds knocked on windows like hungry cats,
Early evening chased them away and summer warmth sang.

“Speak through the heart, O’ poet speak to her heart,
May the blessing you are, be part of her life in spirit,
And may your art, in essence, reflect every bit her as art,
As time not just heals it makes meanings more meaningful.”.

I wondered all through early night as light abandoned,
This part of the world and went for their performance,
On the other side as a blessing or curse, I cannot know,
For my Little Boss’s peace, through my wondering, I felt.

Night fell asleep but nothing of my being can even feel,
Any sleep as time lost the tenses and in might stood,
Then I wondered more about how my love for her evolved,
Into making my heartbeats dance in its rhythms expressing love.

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Tenth Day Of July – 2019.

The waves of time of the night hit the shores,
The planets faded into the light of the rising day,
Far away stars to be meaningful blinked one last time,
And his muscle power, closest star at the world unraveled.

The morning synced with future or past I know not,
All that happened, Oh’, a misfit for the present,
And up and all around I gazed and to reality I said,
“What wrong books of fate you are reading aloud time?”.

Noon hated my soliloquy and defiantly stood letting,
The heat of summer sun blaze through mid-west,
Ah’, the miracles of life may no embrace my kind,
But I will not give up on the truth of love, Little Boss.

Oh’, she defined the evening in thoughts and daydreams,
As like that lame¹ Saturn I too walked around smiling,
To what I am a blessing I will not decide for I know well,
I am the blessing of my love and that love is for Little Boss.

The night strangled the twilight and left no trace of her,
The sprinkled stars blinked like Sages opening eyes,
Someone is blessed and alone I stood in prayers,
“May one of those blessed be my Little Boss.”.

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1) In Vedic astrology Saturn is represented by a lame man. In the era of Saturn in a human life that last for 19 years. The lame man gives all blessing to that human in that era. Then at the end he ties all the blessings in his lame leg and pulls it all away. For the world, it looks as if the human just destroyed all the blessings with his own bad karma.

Ninth Day Of July – 2019.

Sunrise started when sleep engulfed me,
T.V shows and movies boggled mind,
But biology of humans cannot be beaten,
With digital magic to manipulate emotions.

Reality, Oh’, a lonely monster finding hard ways,
To reach my day and half of it in my sleep I spent,
Angry dreams woke me in anger and I sat still,
Oh’, life indeed is a manipulating wonder.

The anger the dreams brought ah, they left in veins,
Everything I looked, tasted and heard filled with anger,
And I never left home, stayed in not to put myself in line,
To be manipulated by unseen forces from far plays.

Plays with heart to divert soul from the one goal,
Earn her love, the one love, my only love, Little Boss.
For all my anger from veins fade away and be replaced,
With love for life, love for world, love divinely by God given.

The drama that filled the mind lost its weight by Sunset,
Ah’ reality still hid behind digital magnificence and darkness,
Night brought to my eyes, but not into my soul,
As the light of love to my soul came, Oh’, I miss you Little Boss.

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Eighth Day Of July – 2019.

Frown not, Oh’, fading night into the lightening skies,
But cry not night, the sky and earth love you,
And you are not like an unfortunate, lonely, lover,
Who can only love but can never feel the love of his love.

Oh’ he did not try to steal, nor to betray his love he try,
As he reaches the noon like every day, he does night,
He will think about you for no love from day he gets,
As time and space, compete to betray his loving heart.

And the night took words from the heart of a poet and left,
For his sleep somewhere none knows but may find peace,
The evening left no mercy upon the poet who paced,
Left and right east and west like a caged Lion.

The night returned hiding all anomalies from nature,
Those things that reminds him about the love of his life,
But night knows not that deep in his soul embedded,
Are images of her who only chose to hurt than love.

Still every memory of her is the only solace he can ever find.

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Seventh Day Of July – 2019.

Oh’ you the Sun who looks from far and mock,
The misery of a Lonely lover; is that your laugh,
That comes down as dusty summer warmth?
Or your absence from North in winter months?

Laugh at me morning, noon, evening you must,
For I am the mockery of mankind, not a conquering,
King of minds and life and success of humanity boasts,
For I know my love has no meaning to anyone living.

The day cooled down from the winds up north,
And my boisterous screams louder and louder became,
None heard, for no noise came out, as failure consumed,
The character of me and alone only in my mind I screamed.

The evening to bring a glad smile with all might tried,
And I laughed as nothing can bring my wonderful smile back,
For in my glad smiles will be embedded the purity of her love,
My Little Boss my sorrow means you don’t know my love yet.

The one-act for which I waited and as midnight pushed,
The day to history, I left the thought in slow motion,
The thought that brought hopes and dreams and definitions,
Of a life filled with love, charm, and happiness of normalcy.

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Fifth Day Of July – 2019.

Took her in my arms and kissed with all my love,
Ah’, what wonderful dreams in half my sleep I saw,
Wonderful morning as always took me out of sleep,
Before leaving me empty minded and empty handed.

As noon step by step arrived on a fantastic Friday,
I know the Angels and Jinns and every creation,
By God ordained to balance good and bad, readied,
As to the congregational prayers I rushed I prayed.

Then I prayed in congregation again and again,
For all good to come to her, ah’ the one I kissed,
For all the bad to go away from between us,
That divided our hearts, aching beyond any help.

The afternoon and evening my routine runs,
Through shops in the unbearable summer heat,
And I know I am through the day as back home came,
Sweet home where rested I and in thoughts I drowned.

Through the thoughts that fell back a day before,
Ah,’ took me to the fifteenth day of October 2017,
I asked to my conscience and any unseen forces around,
What was it all about? Why would I meet her again?

The night swallowed any energy from thoughts and dreams,
Tiredness took me down as the warmth of the day crept,
Even into the compressed cold machines made inside,
Ah’, the unanswered questions left only hopes in heart.

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Fourth Day Of July – 2019.

I danced between the rays of the twilight morn,
And like a shy village girl my touch she eluded,
That shy girl and her elusiveness made Sun angry,
And his wrath as summer warmth he unleashed.

The late noon sleep like the invisible arms of Little Boss,
Wrapped me to the bed and kissed, kissed and kissed again,
Then the fires of independence blew all around and woke,
Even the laziest poet to find his new age traditions.

SummerFest of Milwaukee where people forgot the past,
And never wanted to know what future brings as they danced,
Even to the most uncouth music and never ever asked,
Who sang or what music played, ah’ I touched the fest.

Food and drinks, people laughing, living the American dream,
Yes, the world united there beyond color, religion or class,
None asked me how old I am, none stepped away as older I am,
People danced with kids younger than their grand-kids, all laughed.

Such spectacle and through every step remembered I,
The face of my Little Boss, no beauty there can replace,
Then when alone I sat and ate I know the enjoyment,
Ah’ nothing is a dream, everything a step to fulfillment.

Night hesitated to interrupt the celebrating world,
Night came and none cared as we all celebrated,
Freedom so bravely earned and so wonderfully kept,
Ah’ forever for this generation let America be,

The Amazing Grace.

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