Month: January 2021

Blog Post About This Poem – Please Read This Post Before Reading This Poem.

Day showed her pretty face and brightened all,
Ah’, the sun was such a blessing even when about to move,
Into the house of Aquarius, where romances, honored,
Gentle became the soul, as only fall of snowflakes heard.

Thoughts came and spoke like little birds of spring,
And I asked “Didn’t I shed the dreams like the leaves of fall?”,
Oh’, long gone felt the thoughts about love and lover’s face,
But in every reflection of snowflakes filled her smiling face of love.

What blessings in the cold walk in snow showers I can take?
Asked I with every step I laid with care as fall snow became ice.
Nothing much moved in the walking trail than the falling snow,
My heart wished her hand in mine as thoughts of her kept me warm.

Yet, there is that part of conscience in despair cried,
Somewhere in the long journey lost the calming thoughts,
Oh’, sun again shined coming out of the bale of clouds,
As in the rising vapors of love future and past shaking hands.

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Silence loomed all over the valley of the battlefield,
Ah’, armors tightened, spears and swords sharpened,
Looking back at the ways past, Oh’, life’s mischiefs,
Now all behind, an army ahead to fight, the warrior stood.

Drums and bugles screamed, soldiers screamed out loud,
More screams inside exploded, life and death faced against,
What led to the battlefield meaningless, who goes victorious,
More meaningless as for a bit of land, love, or vengeance all set to fight.

What rhetoric led them to leave all emotions? Oh’, none cared,
Then in the middle upon a horse, he came, the warrior who charged,
His horse killed, sword lost and he fought with shields and spears,
The battle raged and through dust, blood, and screams he fought.

Night came, lanterns and torches at each other led and warriors fought,
Dead drowned in blood, living fought in thirst of blood,
Shattered shields, broken spears, and burned out armors all he felt,
Nothing stopped the warrior from the victorious laughs when day broke.

When upon the hill he stood as sun blazed the horizons he thought,
What was it all about? Why so many fell? Why no wounds on him hurt?
Turning he saw a friend stretching his lost sword to him in respect,
He wiped his tears as he knows a truth he now knows well,

No matter how many battles in life and battlefield he may win,
The wound in his heart left by her won’t ever heal with any tears.

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Blog Post About This Poem.

Have you seen the face of a roaring lion?
Have you seen the screaming waves of the ocean?
Have you stepped on the head of a wild mountain?
Ah’, upon which I stand seeing the face of a lion,

In the backdrop of an ocean of love in your heart.
What price do you pay to drown that love you feel?
What price do you pay to seek happiness so untrue?
Oh’, do you smile when you think about my love for you,

The love bruised and bashed in shores of your love.
Let the footprints of the worldly girl be erased,
By the waves of your love that wash ashore seeking,
Truth, honesty, sincerity, and sanctity of my heart.

Oh’, dear, the dearest, you shall not have to suffer,
To ornament your material life with momentary gladness,
You don’t have to pay any price to feel unromantic spirituality,
Feel your good in the love you feel from the depth of my heart.

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Blog Post About This Poem.

Silent will not be this poet as through his poetics he will show,
The bare naked truth that looks like a lie, sounds like a lie,
And in all honesty, makes you feel like you’ve been lied to,
His never-ending journey, destinations built-in miraculous mirages.

When heart broke silence and senses in unison woke with love,
Ah’, her face embedded in his soul, waking from a deep long sleep,
And through verses in beauty, darkness, and light he tried,
To wake her soul, but the senseless, lie-filled world veiled his love.

A story, again and again, to tell her and the wicked world he tried,
But a poet’s lie his mind forgot, and the truth lost, in a world of lies,
And his verses blended into the reality of times and stretched,
Every vein to make a tune of life for both, a tune without music.

The winter season sang its hard-rock song in an old tune,
The dried barks of trees screeched and the snow owl flew,
Ah’, nature filled with sounds even when love never spoke,
Then in the silence brought to lips sounds of nature he heard,

The song of her heart filled with love she weaved from his poetry.

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