The English Poet
Then & Now!
There were times!
There were times that,
You loved bed time stories...
There were times that,
You loved glittering glue...
There times that,
You loved fancy fiction...
There were times that,
You loved ear studs and lip gloss.
There were times that,
You loved attraction...
There were times that,
You loved privacy...
There were times that,
You loved future...
We tried to the build
The future you like
Which may not fancier,
May not be the harshest either!
Still we love the way you are!
- A future poem for daughters by Dads
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Dreaming!
People dream of cars,
They dream of houses,
Also the wealth,
Yet they breathe
Something they never dream of!
People dream of food,
They dream of travel,
Also the health,
Yet they drink,
Something they never dream of!
People dream of moods,
They dream of gains,
Also the collections,
Yet they act,
In a way they never dream of!
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Shall we?
Shall we?
I want to fly high
To touch the leaves and fly
Above the trees
I want to fly high
To touch the rainbow and fly
Above the colors
I want to fly high
To embrace the dew drops and fly
Above the clouds
Will you join me
In this exciting journey of flying high?
To reach our own skies,
Not to invade others'
Together, to share the smiles and tears?
Together we, fly high
Together we, achieve more!
Shall we?
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I want to be an emcee!
I want to be an emcee
Of an event without any script
Where pure talent flows
Which the audience want to see...
I want to be an emcee
Of an extravaganza with no boundaries
Where the aesthetic flavor over-flows around the aisles
Where both the amateurs and connoisseurs would love to cry and then smile..!
I want to be an emcee
Of a classical concert
Where you share the lectern with me
As the co-host for the first time
And probably as the eventual!
***
The first reader...
Caught a glimpse of your unfinished work
Felt, it was a long-awaited…
“Why did you commence writing?”
Sorry…wrong question….
“Why didn’t you continue...?”
It was my heart asking….
But the mind instructed the mouth not to spinout!
Let me read the full story...!
When it’s done!
Perhaps I will write,
At the end of the last chapter!
“To be continued!”
***
Admire the moment...
Admire the moment!
The distance travelled,
Is unclear...
When you don't even know, from where did you start,
The destination, is too,
Pretty much a dependent,
on the distance travelled...
Unclear too...
But,
It's good to stop and admire the moment!
To think to start the art if living at 'Present'....
***
May I guess...
There's no fuss
Because there's no room
For any a suss
But I can zoom
Into you
And feel something inner
Absolutely something thicker
Surely not thinner
Yes,
But there's no fuss indeed!
It's just a guess!
But it is kinda rational
A lot emotional
A reason to evade stress!
I walk away with the inner fuss
Which always brings me joy
Hardly anything to annoy!
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I like the shape!
What are you staring at?
The shape! It feels so perfect...
Oh, didn't know that...
The edges, the curves, the orchestration, the ergonomics....it seems the blend is closer to be perfect!
Exaggerated...
No that's how I feel, hence I love to stare and admire...
Oh, nice to know that...
Like the shape of your presence, heart and spirit
Which I may never embrace!
Keep it that way....
Glad to hear, let me know before you leave
One last hug will be precious!
***
Love finds its own way!
Someone told:
'Love finds its own way!'
When the mistress
Of the play,
Finally entered the courtship,
The audience get to know,
'Love finds its own way!'
The audience leave the theater,
By the time they reach homes,
Some may realize,
'Love may find its own way!'
Some will desperately ponder,
'Love must finds its own way!'
The playwright,
Will leave the theatre
Signing an autograph,
After he writes,
"Let Love finds its own way..."
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The ONLY Way!
There's no other way,
Than the Noble Path,
That the Lord Buddha
Has shown and taught us!
The true liberty,
The eternal bliss,
The ultimate happiness!
Nirwana!
Not too late to follow the path,
At least to enter,
On this Vesak Full Moon!
***
Down the terrace road...
With no more complex hopes
Wandered down the terrace road
With many drops of tears in my eyes
Which I didn't want to stop,
Which I let them to fall as they want....
With a feeling of accomplishments!
Wandered down the terrace road
With no more insecure hopes
With many a smile on my face
Which I didn't bother to hide...
With a feeling of achievement!
Wandered back to the office.....
***
That Brown Guy!
Could you please help that brown guy...?
A white girl asked from a fellow white guy...
The brown guy heard...
The brown guy was waiting for ages to buy something...
White, Black, Tan, Brown...
How nice to see
The nature's gifts
Being used to divide
The most cleverest and
The most harmful creatures
On earth...
The brown guy waited patiently
To buy the thing he wanted!
He paid the money,
And walked off..
Thanking the White guy....
The brown guys and girls
Are invited to build and improve
The land of white!
The rich white girls and guys
Hardly use the colors to point out!
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Let it fall..!
Open those eyes
To let it fall!
For sure I'll,
Let it embrace
My hands...
Then safely
I'll store it in the other half
Of my heart
Until the beat stops
And call it, LOVE...
***
The granny stories (version2)
Not that the mom stories
Or even the dad stories
Are always boring,
The grandma stories
Are often creative
And intellectual
And their tone is Inducing!
The same writer, wrote a similar poem
Named "Grandma Stories"
Probably on a day of March 2007...
The same one writes its second version
When he witnessed his daughter's grandma
Discussing something intellectual
With her grandkids,
[On the South bank of the Brisbane River on a day of March 2023]
***
You can sing..!
The inbound chill
From the faraway hill
The outbound love
Pretty much the white dove
Waiting to hear you sing
From the farway Hills
Once you are done
I may kiss the lips forgetting the sigh
Perhaps not,
The forehead...
The inbound silence
Induces the violence
Among the feelings
Implying high time for meetings
Wailing in repentance to hear you sing
You can sing!
The song of love...
From the farway misty mountain,
Through murmuring fountains
The melody I like, I enjoy....
***
The final destination
The final destination,
We never know where...
Let's enjoy the occasion,
Before any time to spare..
***
The preffered voice..!
The voice
Heard from far away
The choice
Prefferd for a many a year!
The lady
Who murmurs my melody
Celestial nymph
Who touches my numb soul
Owns the radical voice
The choice of soul
Classical tune
Owes a big thank!
***
When her heart needs a rest...
When my heart needs a rest,
I search for you..
Then I found your heart too needs a rest!
Let's talk to each other
Let's embrace each other
Let's kiss each other...
The lips I need to admire!
The tender touch of our souls...
The soul mate warmth which I need
Until I die!
***
A fond embrace
The Moon, the only witness
knows the tale of us!
The Noon, not the time for stillness
who wants a pale fuss..?
The murmur of the lips
The sigh of the heart
The glamour of the hips
The cry of the smile
The flavor of the tips...
The bond never expires
A fond embrace..!
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The magic within!
To change yourself
To change the world
The tool to be used, the magic within
To make you happy
To bring smiles
The tool to be used the magic within
To raise yourself
To raise others
The tool to be used, the magic within
Self belief, Consciousness & Dedication
***
A flower of the Sun:
The warmth
Is the affection
A flower needs
To blossom with a grin...
The brightness
Is the love
A flower needs
To flutter in the wind...
***
Roses:
Roses are red
Roses are white
Some likes red
Some likes white
Red is for romance
White is for purity
Roses are red
Roses are white
Eyes catch red
Hearts catch white
Red is for love
White is for affection
Roses are red
Roses are white
Smile in the Spring
Dance in the Summer
Cry in the Autumn
Die in the Winter
***
The sweetest RED wine!
You tasted like red wine
The days when you were mine
I still love the dreams you kissed
You may not know how much you are missed.!
The dark skies bring you a message
The cold nights imply a pale presage
Intoxicated mood won't forget the tale
The fairy who painted my life in larger scale.!
Flowers still bloom, but no glitter
The greenery is there, but they flitter
You are still the sweetest red wine I ever had
House is empty without the essence made me glad!