The golden feathers of a bird in the spring sunshine glittered, Oh’ upon her soft feathers wind glided, Alone she rested and in thoughts maybe, About the flight when summer warmth in air dance, And in the cold morning of the fall fly, Through the falling leaves low, The ones once were green and large and gave, Shelter and cover from mother nature’s wrath. Then about the migration paths to find, Leaving the howling winds and the piercing frost, When to the southern thin and warm air fly, But nothing down south can comfort, Like the big green leaf’s touch, When the piercing sun rays of the late summer noon binds, When rain down comes and upon the leaf and splash, And under it when with soaked feathers sit, With nudging little ones for cover squeaking, Yet another season unfolding, Yet another set of events to come, So much dynamism, So much fascination, Yet, results of events and actions, Same as gone by days.
It is very interesting how days goes by. A very tough day, I just don’t know how I kept my composure all through the day. There are people out there who are totally business minded, who don’t care that it is people who works at computers to program them. There were many times I thought I’d say that I am not a computer. But luckily I have a very nice supervisor, she did all she can to keep me out of the reach of these jack asses. I told ya I will be taking a trip in the middle of the week. Rain, snow or shine I must do this. I don’t know how many more times I should do it. It is critical.
The poem came to me rather than me trying to get to it. I was watching a cold case show, I don’t remember what was the story line and in between I thought about drawing again. Well I did not draw, as, if I want to draw Katherine Morris I have to start drawing Julia Roberts. The connection I still was not able to figure out. So I don’t draw anymore, instead, I wrote this. Enjoy.
DrawingA Face.
In the sunlight facing westward she sat, Not looking at anything but The book of cheaper romance, More beauty inside than outside found, Still upon the dry clean sheet the pencil I pressed.
Between the curly hair her pretty face shined, And what dark part, the graphite pencil can draw, Mind can figure out still the silhouette slowly started, To appear on the sheet from her left temple that glowed, The kind face of sun in every ray from her reflected.
The line the pencil drew so smooth, Towards the eyebrow bending, Then the dark eyebrow draw, curved, The brittle eye lashes covered the edge of the eyes, The eyeballs were hard to fix, As if in a dream, fast they moved.
And a little bulge my pencil felt, As a little smile upon her face blossomed, As the pencil curved through her cheeks, And came all the way towards the only ear I can see, Between those curly hairs pointed hide and seek it played.
From the outlines the pencil went, To copy the fainted shadows, The smiling, rosy cheeks leave around the eyes, Oh’ I can see the rays of the evening sun fight, To land upon those eluding eyes.
Then the pencil went about draw her nose, A little curve that went up to a tiny tip, Those little nostrils where the air she breathed, Oh’ that heart gets its air from those, I wondered, As the three dimensional touch the pencil finished.
Then what remained were those lips, They twisted and many times whispered, That which she read and those occasional smiles, The pencil in my hand as it finished her lips shivered, As deep into mind the image of a beautiful face, merged.
Oh’ with an apologetic mind I walked away, As deeper and deeper into her romance she fell, Not knowing through tip of a pencil an artists too, Felt a little crush at a beautiful poetry, The unimaginable supreme being wrote.
This is one great song. Anyone who have a little interest in poetry listen to the lyrics of this song and see how wonderfully Elton John blended the music with for this song. That’s the mastery of Elton John. That’s the reason why I like his songs a lot. It will not instantly catch you and leave you once it is over, his music and Bernie Taupin’s lyrics kinda grows in you and becomes part of you. I loved listening to this song when I was writing the poem above.
There are confusions all around. Here is a pledge I took, I will never work for another stupid Indian IT company. They are stupid, fraud, and will betray you beyond every imagination of yours. If I am going to explain this here it may take forever and fill this site. But here is my warning to all of you. If the employer is of Indian origin, don’t work. My countrymen are crooked and fraud. I curse myself for being born in India… Period. Said all that.. I am fine, very fine…. hope everyone is fine out there, hope none got caught in those violent storms in the Midwest. My prayers are for all those who got hit.
Here is a poem, I just finished… if there are any flaws you see in this one… this is what you should do … keep it in your mind and leave it next time you go peeing. Hehehe
Enjoy
The Wind Stopper.
Oh’ to the cold morning winds I said, Calm down, O naughty girls, calm down, Prepare to spread the scents that fill a lovers heart, Stand by to caress the cheeks soft and warm Your friend will come out for her walks.
About her I thought I don’t know a lot, But in the depths of those eyes I see, Purity of a soul I’ll never learn in whole, Gathered upon her is beauty in unique perfection, Flaws of humans none can see upon her at all.
Little by little eagerness in my mind grew, As the winds still hit upon the my face, And scrolled through my whole being, Mind felt none of these at all, As eagerness, in my waiting grown up to anxiety.
The willow branches clashed in vengeance, The ones lost broke and fell right behind, I still know she will never disappoint, The whole nature and two eager eyes, The whole feeling pounded my heart so fast.
The wind went behind me and pushed me ahead, As if asking me to move from my petrified pose, Accidentally my lips said what mind just thought, Oh’ dear where are you in silence hide? I looked around to see if anyone else around.
The naughty winds never calmed down, But from all around growled into my five senses, With bowed head I stood in disappointment, As the beauty I waited, left me in waiting, Anxiety now matured enough to pain my heart.
Then the winds just stopped hitting on my face, But upon the willows they still danced, The painful anxiety left me in that instant, Calm before the storm in my heart I felt, Then I saw her slowly walking through the garden path.
Eyes never flickered, ears heard her soft foot steps, The wind now rested upon the willows, The rays of the morning sun warmed all around, She never looked at me at all but my mind said she knew, A harmless poet not from far absorbed her beauty.
On this day she walked holding her hand so tight, Then turned to me and smiled from the depths of her heart, I closed my eyes and opened them again, She is gone not another sight of her I saw, And the winds came back with all their naughtiness.
For a long time kept my eyes closed and seen her in my mind, Then got up and wrote her in full before her image faded, As the last words were written down in my mind she filled, Now all of you will see her and know her in the same way I do.
