October 18, 2013

  • Love Her Like Me

    I happen to login to one of my old FB accounts which is not blocked by a girl. I like all that I saw except that this someone who is with her. Call me whatever you want just thought I will check how she is.. then I remember a song, Listen to it or just read the lyrics, you will get the point.

    Love Her Like Me.

    Music: Elton John
    Lyrics: Bernie Taupin

    You can take her
    Make her change her name
    You and your old money
    Dance around the flame
    But you can never, never love her like me

    You can charm her
    Calm her when she’s wild
    Show a little comfort
    Play with her inner child
    But you can never, never love her like me

    chorus:
    So I just close my eyes and steal her away when you sleep
    Sneak her in my dreams every single day of the week
    You may have her in the real world but if you could only see
    How we rock this room in the twilight zone
    And you can never, never love her like me, yeah

    You can warm her
    Charm her with your style
    I know you convinced her
    She’s the love of your life
    And no, you’ll never, never love her like me

    You can bless her
    Keep her conscience clean
    You can undress her
    Go all the places I’ve been
    But you’ll never, never love her like me

    Love Her Like Me

October 7, 2013

  • Burkooosh

    There is a man who sees her in every bit of his life. Then there is a man whom she calls her love. I am the first one… oh’ God what a wonderfully crafted tragedy my love life is.

July 8, 2013

  • Good Bye

    Today July 7th 2013 summerfest officially got over but not summer.. Most of my early summer parties are done in a way I wanted. I basically moved to Milwaukee for the summer here. Watch the last of the so called ‘system of records’ embedded along. Beware, my language goes pretty bad towards the end. But that’s the way I can put many things as life itself is evolving into explicit chaos.

    Well I am going to get the chaos into some order in the next one month. I have to do it, as one full month of fasting, meditation and prayers starts tomorrow.  When I come back to full fledged postings… well .. there probably won’t be a xanga for me to make postings. So this is it folks. I had one of the greatest time of my life as a blogger, I met great people and experienced some great readings here.. Good Bye Xanga as we know it.

     Yeah I thought of speaking about someone I met here.. but she is right now in a tent mixing music with another guy. Yesterday in my system of record drive show I told, I should have been the one in that tent with her, helping her to mix music. Life went in wild ways and made me wild and weird now I am sitting miles away. Am I disappointed? I was, not is, I will not be. That’s it with that.

     It was a great time during this summerfest, I enjoyed every bit of it. I will be back at the summerfest grounds for the 110th Harley Fest. Life goes on and the thrill of life is there in every moment of life. I won’t define that thrill ahead that gives life something extra, in the rights and wrongs of life. I love you all no matter what and hope I will get some in return and will be in all of your prayers.

    Drive Live–System Of Record

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    https://www.facebook.com/sajumon.ashan   (one can only follow me here as I have more than 5000 friends in this account. I will follow you back)

    https://www.facebook.com/LonelyPoetCom This is my Facebook page. I will be concentrating my posts here mostly. 

    This PoetryBox is Closed.

May 20, 2013

  • The Answer

    It will be the worst crime to fake love. What I truly mean is, deep in one’s heart one is connected to a person and go with another person in reality. It’s just not one’s own conscience one is molesting, it is the total destruction of two others too. There is only one question that can be asked at that point. Is the world worth more than 3 conscience and life? If that question is asked to me I will say NO. But I will lay down my life for the “one” who loves me.

May 4, 2013

April 30, 2013

  • The Only Tear Drop.

    There are many times I told about many poems I wrote. This is one poem I should not have written. I said the same thing in my mind the moment I finished writing this poem. I am trying my best to typecast myself to writing specific kinds of poems. My facebook friends abandoned the idea of following my poems. That’s their problem. No more 100s of views from there. No one told any reasons either.
    Actually I should not have written this poem. I don’t know why. This kinda is the end of many thoughts that hit dead ends. I tried my best to find out a way to blame her for thoughts hitting dead ends. I cannot blame her at all. I cannot blame me either. I cannot blame the world and I cannot blame fate. What will be blamed for love filled thoughts hitting dead ends especially in my case. Hmmm I took the words ‘my’ and ‘I’ from the next thoughts that came to my mind and wrote this poem. When I finished it was a lot hard for me.
    See that’s a good lesson for a young writer. You need to take an emotion and should make that emotion pain you from inside. Then release the thoughts and what comes out, will heal you and you will feel good. It looks like I may have to find other ways to feel good.

    The Only Tear Drop.

    The mind in disbelief to and fro ran,
    As in the power of feelings even birds flew away,
    Every beat of heart like thunder felt,
    And soul with dark clouds filled.

    The raised hands apart to ground fell,
    Disbelief in mind joined the darkness in soul and became,
    The despair that wanted to shout out loud,
    The despair that wanted to cry like a newborn.

    The chaos over, leaving eternal melancholy,
    Oh’ in eagerness to see her eyes,
    Eyes remained dry and fear in mind forgot to wake,
    The spirit that drove life like an iceberg froze.

    She walked like a dancer, talked like a singer,
    And with her every smile a billion stars were born,
    She the one who wrote the word of love in heart,
    Now when standing with another man, erased it from heart.

    No anger at her still came to heart,
    For in the sleepless waiting for her, forgot
    To be angry and learned to be kind,
    But never learned to love another.

    The tricky game of love life ended,
    No blames, no arguments, just some dreams lost,
    Time will not heal but will find other reasons to live,
    But may only hold her as the reason for the loveless life.

    Ah’ that thought spilled a drop of tear from eyes.

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April 29, 2013

  • A Smile From The Dirty Pond.

    I am late by about 4 hours. I promised to post this poem by noon here to my facebook friends. Well I am going to be honest here. I woke up at 2:00PM and had breakfast. Watched birds feeding from the bird feeder I filled yesterday. Sipping in some green tea mixed with saffron and honey. I didn’t forget to post this. I just waited for this poem to settle in my own mind. Now I know it is well worth for many people to read this.

    Enjoy.

    A Smile From The Dirty Pond.

    The clouds scattered and into deep sleep they fell,
    As darkness wrapped around them like a magic spell,
    Crooked minds found wicked gladness,
    And their mind without even a blink of light, grown darker.

    Silence became a myth mind never searched,
    As between clouds twinkling stars I found,
    Oh’ to many they are the lucky stars,
    To others just blinkers in silence far, far away.

    Looking at those stars many memories I can scavenge,
    A smile or two some of those memories upon face may paint,
    Most just blink like those stars and fade away,
    Avoiding all distractions some sure will make me weep.

    One memory where I heard no sounds at all,
    And blind folded I chased and chased to hold it close,
    Oh’ I chased and chased to know if it will make me weep,
    Or will it make me smile, ah’ it chose to hide behind distractions.

    Night have passed bright light filled mind too,
    Shallow thoughts floated and became assumptions,
    That bloomed like a lily in a pond with mud and dirt filled,
    When holding the flower up from dirt I remembered.

    The beautiful smile of her who always brought out the good of me.

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    The picture is of me and my good friend Mani. We first met when I was leaving India in 1998 and all these years we kept in touch. This picture was taken by Celine at Taylor’s Bar for their facebook page during our weekend outing in Downtown Milwaukee. It was a fun night and the fun this week starts on Wednesday.

April 27, 2013

  • A Soul On Fire.

     

    It was an interesting night and it was an interesting day before that then there was an interesting night before that. Looks like I used the word ‘interesting’ too many times. After all that I came and sat with sleepy eyes to finish this poem. Some part of this poem are opinions of mine based on facts many people cannot understand or accept. They can do whatever they want. This is my poem love it or leave it or you can print it out and burn it.
    Nothing more I can say about this poem as it explains what it is inside it.

    A Soul On Fire.

    Oh’ a new wave of thoughts I searched,
    And none ever came to mind I can gather,
    What blinded every sense of mine I inquired,
    Ah’ the whispering witch from mind eloped.

    Sun was kind, wind slowed, though mind faded,
    The mind’s eyes from everything remain closed,
    What cunning machinations out there I cared not,
    How world moved no sense of mine know not.

    Good thoughts, good dreams none I can find,
    Nightmares and dirty thoughts I abandoned,
    Oh’ all figures moving around in brutal reality,
    Looked like tattoos on a whore who forever danced.

    In them some with love smiled and whispered,
    Poetry they hated without understanding a word,
    Many others in strange reverie slept,
    No thoughts about anything still mind not gathered.

    The ways life stretched before me I will not take,
    The ways others paved for me I will abandon,
    No choice I will give life to bend me,
    For my life cannot find meanings without me.

    So cunningness of past, machinations of the future,
    Blend and bend them all I will, for, none matters to me,
    No thoughts from past will make me wish or will make me dream,
    As the fires of soul blazed through every vein of mine.

    The days of hibernation is over,
    The fire melted and molded new thoughts,
    And new dreams adorned those thoughts like diamonds,
    Search is over but when looked in surprise I asked.

    “Why none of the fires destroyed her face from my mind?”.

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April 26, 2013

  • Faded Harmony.

    The pause is over, the Californian stalker I think left me for good. Well, like I said during a drive video I recorded earlier today. The blessing really came and for that, forever indebted I will be. 

    This is the poem I was writing when this whole chaos came in. Like I always said, I am a very simple human being and I don’t even care a lot about reality of any given situation. I just love to make hypothetical scenarios with real people and make every poem I write give a feeling of absolute reality. It is the feeling I look for and most often I get it. There is only one fall out in this whole versifying circus. I was never able to earn the love I deserved. In fact, it is directly the opposite I got. Well, what can I say there is always a price to pay. I pray to God every day to make me live a thousand years if need be to feel one second of love of HER. That gave me a totally different thought what if this love is becoming a total curse for me or for her or for both of us. There the poem I started writing as a simple romantic poem ended with the old thought resurfacing as Faded Harmony.

    Enjoy.

    Faded Harmony.

    Chords in guitar slowly strummed,
    As words in mind into verses weaved,
    There was a dream from where all triggered,
    Romantic feelings filled us both in perfect harmony.

    Drawing all energy for each other sworn,
    Life with sanctity of love in beautiful souls,
    Ah’ Mother Nature blended her sound with us,
    As all moved along as if in a harmonious dance.

    Love gave us the feelings of togetherness,
    Love gave us the chance to blend two lives into one,
    Ah’ stubbornness took away the pleasure of togetherness,
    Anger and ego consumed passions in veins for each other.

    Look around you, feel the touch of nature upon you,
    The air that caress you, the scent of blooms that adore you,
    The bird that imitates you, the sound of rain that makes you dance,
    Ah’ in it all the lover in me hid the fulfillment of every dream of yours.

    Through the deceptive games of mine faded,
    The harmony between our hearts like the fallen leaves of Fall,
    But they will feed new passions when you will feel the sprouts of love,
    Love regenerated from the harmony we once adored, as friends and lovers.

    Every new hope weaves a new dream,
    The old harmony though faded still kindles a dream,
    In every thought ah’ a prayer for you and me I always prayed.
    Never to make a curse of our lives in the feelings of love we once felt.

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