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Saturday, 31 October 2009
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Shows
I think I had a similar post a while back. I do shows on BlogTV where I recite poems with my funny accent. Now I started the shows here on XangaTV too. Which you can find if you come to the front page of my site. here is the link http://poetrybox.xanga.com you can also watch other shows of my friends from BlogTV here as I show those shows here too at time. Come on around either here on XangaTV or on BlogTV and talk to me. Lets have some fun with poetry.
Happy Halloween everyone.
Sunday, 27 September 2009
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The Abandoned Video
Hi Some days back I posted a poem here called "The Abandoned" I told that poem was first sung as a song in another language and then later I wrote the idea of that song as a poem in English. Last night I did a blogtv show and during that show I recorded the poem, first whistling the tune I wrote for the song, then I sung the song I wrote in my mother tongue Malayalam. Then I recited the English poem. Enjoy the video.
The Abandoned. - Broadcast your self LIVE
Monday, 21 September 2009
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Prayers.
It was a great weekend. We celebrated Eid. Eid is the day of celebrations marking the end of 30 days of fasting. I spent Eid with my brother and his family in Kansas. Some pictures I took can be found here http://www.twitpic.com/photos/lonelypoet .
Here is a poem I wrote called “Prayers” this is bit of a different style. Breaking the flow with things of a dark kind. Hope you all enjoy it.
Here is a picture I took while I was driving from Kansas to where I work today morning.
Feelings known in a lifetime spent,
On just one moment filled with love,
Oh’ that moment only in dreams I spent,
As rusted mind rested over lazy migraines.
Gather me O evening Gather me,
From the wrath that scattered me,
Wrath morning and noon given,
The frozen chill peppers in ice cream cones given.
Through the jungle like a hungry wolf ran,
Thorns and stones pierced all over,
Still the hunger to be the love of those eyes,
Oh’ no pain, no hurdles ever mattered over that.
Only in love to you I approached,
Though blood from many veins this wolf drank,
Ah’ what benefit you may have if given,
A skeleton of love with no meat and blood.
For all that a myth I hunt,
Forgiveness a myth, as headless ghost wander,
With my bow and arrows that ghost I will hunt,
Arrows pierced dipped in blood and through air fired,
Air filled with verses of love chanted,
Chanted in meditation of prayers,
Prayers meant only for you and your love.
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
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The Abandoned.
Not much changed in the last 24 hours. Watched two football games last night. Heard Federer lost. Cursed Kanye West for bullying a beauty. Ate, Slept, Ate again before fasting started. Now at work.
The poem, long time back about a year back someone in xanga told me if I could write a poem in a different language as English is not my mother tongue. I told her it will not be easy for me as I am not well versed with my mother tongue to write in that language. Still I made up a tune and started singing in that tune to make the poem. But I never reached anywhere with what I made. The tune is still in my head. However taking some part of that Malayalam lyrics I wrote, I started making a poem. There is a bit of reality in this rest is part of that song I wrote. If people have visited me during my blogtv shows you would have heard me whistle the tune. I always used to whistle the tune during the shows.
Here is the poem in full.
The walks facing the setting sun buries,
The pain of the day and sometime some pathos come,
As a tune or and a line or two in that tune I may sing,
On that day when to bury a pain I tried,
Sung these lines in a tune in my mind sprouted.
“You the one from view faded,
The one behind the veil of past hidden,
Oh’ glory of yours always will fill,
In the smile filled memories of those days”
Yeah, smile filled were those days,
Smiles given and taken in hopes and dreams,
And about those days only this I can say.
“Didn’t I waited for love,
Waited and waited and in waiting I waited,
Ah’ in through waiting birthed,
Dreams of all kinds with you.
Every dream ended with a new flower shown,
In images of your silhouette made,
A God given gift of beauty and charm,
Spreading into the depths of soul.
The full moon in dark you became,
Erasing every bit of darkness from my soul,
And in the moonlight birthed wishes,
Wishes by those moonlight kissed.
Every sense of mine filled,
With dancing scenes nature shown,
And the heart every sense filled,
With wishes seen in the light of your face.
The wishes grew green like the sprouts of spring,
And they waited for the rain to bring flowers,
But no blessing of rain came, no sign of daylight,
And for the wishes to flower no spring time given.”
When walking alone through well paved paths,
Empty hands inside pockets placed,
Searching for the reasons why wishes no spring time seen,
Once more from my mind rise my own song,
““You the one from view faded,
The one behind the veil of past hidden,
Oh’ glory of yours always will fill,
In the smile filled memories of those days”
Monday, 14 September 2009
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The Unknown Dancer.
It was a lazy weekend… most of the day time I slept. I thought I will clean my apartment but naa I didn’t do it. Just watched football. It was good the Packers won. OMG they literally pulled my guts out before they won. Young Aaron Rodgers need to learn some good leadership skills. Hope he learns fast before teams like Ravens and Steelers will come at them.
Not a lot going on folks. I hope everyone is busy winding down the summer. Well we have an extended summer this year. I am all set for fall and winter. For some reason this poet loves fall and winter.
The seasons changed I thought,
But nothing new nature brought,
The sun staring at all in strange ways,
No corner uncovered he left untouched,
With his warm, sparkling rays.
Another summer beyond horizons fading by,
Drawing pictures in the deck I sat,
Looking at the humming bird flying all around,
When seen the beauty of that wonder bird, I remembered,
A beautiful dance memory can never let go.
Rhythm from heart with musical notes came,
And emotions every movement depicted,
Symbols of expressions hands wonderfully shown,
And stories of romance without any words the dancer told.
The depth of a mind I saw, the depth of care I’ve known,
The feelings of love I felt, and every beat of my heart I tuned,
In the rhythm of her dance, in amazement of my own senses sizzling.
What wonderful sights I saw, what wonderful music I heard,
Ah’ what wonderful verses I recited, unrhymed, yet understood.
Oh’ in it all what is real and what is unreal I forgot,
The story dancer told ended, dance stopped,
The dancer at me stared, Oh’ I know her not,
Only the dance, the music, and the verses I know,
And she meant only to say a story for someone else she wrote.
She faded away far, far beyond all summer time,
The all tired poet succumbs to sleep he forgot to sleep,
And the man stood stunned with eternal sorrow.
True
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I am a poet who wanders around the world through the web and otherwise. Once in a while I pause in my journey and scribble down some feelings I felt deep. In August I published my first collection of poems “Age Of Survival”. Here in my site you can find a reflection of my life and things I like to express from that life. Read my works.
