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Fare thee well, my honey

When love is gone now, I think,
Was it worth it, or not, who can tell,
In these cries and woes, I slowly sink,
When my wings burnt, where I fell,

Where I dwell now, in a small town,
Shattered pieces, of my heart broken,
In these cries and wors, I slowly drown,
Would that it be a dream, I’d be woken,

When joy is gone now, my laughs are fake,
I am a shell now, of my former glory,
In these cries and woes, I slowly break,
Who’d know my tragic tale, my sad story,

How life is a mess now, absent dream,
Absent ambition, absent aim, absent fire,
In these cries and woes, I slowly scream,
When you were gone, I lost desire,

This mind singing, this pen and paper,
How I am broke now, I have no money,
My passing life, in smoke and vapor,
In these cries and woes, I ‘fare thee well oh honey’.

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Thunderstorm

During a violent thunderstorm I head to the office after hours to get something I forgot. I know the phone line’s are out, but after a few minutes in the office a fax comes through.
Hmmm that’s odd I wonder as I move towards the fax machine to pick up the paper that just came through.  
It looked like an official document or report of some kind but I couldn’t see who it was addressed to.  
It read:
“Experiment #113526,  status Green. I am glad to announce that years of effort have finaly paid off with the success of our last experiment. After years of failed experiments,  our team had almost lost hope but because of your guidance and support we kept trying. Thank you for trusting us even after the last accident. All those people gave their lives and it wasn’t in vein. My wife doesn’t understand this and I know it’s necessary that she be kept away from public, but I know now that my son’s life had a purpose,  a meaning. But I would like to see her and give her this good news. I would like to hold her once more and tell her that we now have the ability to cause thunderstorms to charge our reactors.  
Sincerely,  
Finn”

Once Again

So it started,  with a little affection,  little flirt,
Falling again,  forgetting the old hurt,

Not knowing where the road leads, 
Knowing the effort and dedication it needs,

So you start the journey once more,
Living in present,  like never before,

The fast heart beat,  the long awaited talks,
The dreams of love,  and long walks,

You smile,  when she smiles,
Forgetting the distance and long miles,

A connection established,  a bond made,
Affection or love,  eternal or bound to fade?

So began the long sleepless nights,
Full of energy,  sparkles and lights,

So begins another story,  a new tale,
Towards a happy ending or another fail?

Entangled

Entangled in an endless web of lies, you and me,
Entangled in same motions of cursed lives,  you and me,  

Only memories are left, of that love which was true,
Only memories are left, of me and of you,   

This story of us, deprived of a happy ending,
This story of us, of me and you pretending,  

But the fact of life is everything changes,  people leave,
But the fact of life is harsh and grim, I believe,  

I believed in a fairy tale, a happily ever after,
I believed in happiness and your laughter,  

 
How was I supposed to know the truth from lies,
How was I supposed to react, if not with tears and cries, 

 
But they say everything happens for the best,
But they say hardships are nothing but a test,  

 
This fear of falling in love again,
This fear of rejection and memory of pain,  

But you made me who I am today,
But you made me a soul grim and fey,  

 
I think that I will always love you from afar,
I think that I am a planet and you’re my star,  

You may think that I am stuck in the past,
You may think that my life is ending fast,  

Many questions,  answers hidden,
Many questions,  still forbidden,  

This mind singing,  ever so strong,
This mind singing,  seeking where I belong, 

But the road goes ever on and on,
But the road goes from dusk till dawn,  

 
Everyday a new dawn,  a new adventure,
Everyday a new journey to venture,  

 
The endlessness of infinite trots,
The endlessness of infinite thoughts,  

 
My place is small in these poems, these rhymes, these verses,
My place is small in these quasars, these pulsars, these multiverses.

Of Him and Her

She woke up
He clicked “Snooze”
She washed her face and teeth
He opened his eyes
She ate breakfast and kissed her mom bye
He ran to bathroom while putting his pants and shirt on
She took the elevator to ground floor
He grabbed a slice of bread and locked his appartment
She got on the bus for work
He waited at the bus stop
She started reading “Clash of Kings”
He got on the bus
She looked up from her book as some passengers got off and some got on
He scanned for an empty seat and a familiar face
She went back to reading her book
He found an empty seat and took out his phone from his pocket
Her phone buzzed
He checked his facebook notification
She replied her friend
He laughed out loud at a post from his friend
She shook her head in disapprovel
He noticed it and smiled
She look at him expressionless
He looked down on his phone, pretending to type
She read about Tyrion
He glanced up at her book
She tried to ignore him but couldnt
His eyes met her and he did a smile nod for some reason
She looked side ways and out the window
He liked her choice in books
She wondered why he was smiling and noding
He wanted to say something to her, to start a conversation
She was hoping he wouldnt start talking to her
He finally said, “Cool tv show”, smiling and noding again
She said, “I do not watch tv”, why is he smiling and noding, please stop!
“Oh the books are always better”, she smiled and noded again
Oh my God, how generic can he be!? “They are good”
She seems like a cool chick
He seems weird
“So where are you going?”, he smiled again
She tried to hide her sigh but all suttle signals were lost on him, “To work“, turning back to her book
He noded again, “oh what do you do?”
Oh please stop, why cant he get that I am not interested in a conversation, “At an art gallery”,
“Oh cool, I love artists!”, he gave her a wide smile
This was her oppertunity, if she didnt ask him back, maybe he will stop, she kept reading
He waited a bit for her to ask him what he did but she didnt, he smiled again, a lil awkward smile this time, “where are you getting off?”
Oh thank God, “Right now, bye!”
He got down from bus but lost her in the crowd before he could say, “Bye”
She got two take away cappucinos from the bar and reached the gallery
He sat around a table and ordered an espresso
She greeted her boss
He paid at the counter
“I have some great news for you”, her boss said all excited
He made his way to the gallery
“You have come just in time while I was about to tell her”, her boss said, adressing someone behind her
He shook her hand and smiled and noded at her
“Meet your new boss Mr. John” “This is Daisy”, her boss told her smiling
“Nice to meet you Miss Daisy” and “You’re fired!”

My Story

You may think you do, but you dont,
Know me, who I am and who I’m not,

Person you know is but an illusion,
Dont pretend to escape this dillusion,

This is my creation, my design,
An enigma you cannot define,

But don’t you dare think that I am lost and living a lie,
You will never understand me no matter how hard you try,

But this is how it’s supposed to be,
Trust me you do not want to know me,

You won’t be able to handle this reality,
I am eminence and this my cult of personality,

I am just not your typical good guy,
There is more to me then getting high,

But I don’t care to  explain myself to you,
Your perception of me is not true,

You are free to believe what you want,
Happy sometimes,  life is sometimes gaunt,

I stand in front of you in living colors,
Honest to the core, clearing blurs,

It’s not your place to judge me,
You do not know anything about me,

You do not know what I have been through,
You dont really want to know the truth, do you?

There was once a happy guy,
a nice guy, hence not a crappy guy,
who fell in love with a beautiful girl,
a dutyful girl, her hair in curl,
Her smile made him smile,
Her unique style, eyes deeper then nile,
They kissed eachother, missed eachother, 
Day and night, gay and bright,
In eachothers sight, their lives changed,
Feelings of love, blessings from above, 
They planned their future life,
As husband and wife,
The summer of joy,
They became the reason of life,
In season of joy,
A younger girl, an older boy,
Deeper then deepest oceans, taller then the tallest mountain,
The immortal love reigns,  
Spreading joy and no pain, 
They went to mountains tall and wide, 
No one to see them, no rules to abide, 
With god of love on their side,
They accepted their fate,  
Became eachothers mate,
They married eachother,
Through thick and thin, carried eachother,
He built a small house for her, a spouse to her
He wrote about her, thought about her, 
She inspired him, desired him, 
Admired him, they grew together,
But then changed the weather,
The winds of winter came,
Extinguished their flame,
Killed passion, 
Killed compassion,
Killed their desire,
To hold on, killed the fire,

She betrayed him with no mercy,
Wounded him for world to see,

His trust broke, a hurt bloke,
From the dream he woke,

Into reality and it’s brutality,
The fairy tale came to its finality,

His dreams shattered, his heart battered,
He was fool to think he mattered,

A cursed soul wandering about,
Drenched in so much pain and doubt,

He slept around and started drinking,
Did terrible things without thinking,

His life began spiraling down,
In hurtsville and disaster town,

Then something happened, he took control,
Right back from the edge,  he began to roll,

The experience forever changed him,
Absent love, a reaping grim,

A spec of former self, a shade,
Refusing to give up and fade.

So now you know my story,
Reality of life with no glory.

Ascension

When the future is fogged in mist and the bridge is burnt, who do you turn to for help, who will be your savior now? You wander about mindlessly and lost, abandoned by everyone. You doubt your decisions, your choices, everything that brought you here, here at the end of world. You see the your life flash in front of your eyes, the memories, ah the memories. You pretend to have no regret but its a fasad, a defence mecchanism, a lie. You regret alot. When you look into your past you dont see yourself, atleast not the person you are now, you see some other guy, someone who is in peace and happy, whose mind isnt always racing, asking, pondering, questioning, going against the norms, no, no, you see a guy who followed his customs, his traditions, his social obligations, his religion, an activist, who used to make speeches in halls about patriotism and in mosque about purpose of life. It all seems a distant memory now. You are not what you used to be, you changed. In the beginning it was just for fun, you would start rhyming words and making poems from them, silly lines which made little to no sense, but you liked playing with words. The words made you feel special. But the words started coming to you more often, the rhymes started to make sense, you started seeing the pattern in nature, you started thinking, you started pondering, you began your search for Truth. Poems started having deeper meaning, you started questioning everything, your society, your culture, your religion. Your mind began the singing, simpler things got complicated, your goals in life got mixed up, you got messed up. Life became one big poem, you became an observer, you started playing this game, you started playing with people. You liked it, it made you feel powerful, made you different, unique in some way and you liked the feeling. You kept diving deeper and deeper in this ocean of emotions and you liked it. You wrote about it, some for other people but mostly for yourself. You started worrying about your legacy, your place in the grand scheme of things, your value to the universe. You wanted to leave something behind for people when you are gone. You started thinking of death alot. It excited you. But you couldnt just trust nature for your death, it had to be you. It would be more poetic, you thought. You finished your novels, and you connected your short stories. Connecting them became an obsession. It all had to be connected you told yourself. It all came from your mind and your mind was the connection between them. And now the canvas is complete. your work here is done. It is time, you told yourself. It is time to ascend out of this physical body with all the regrets, the bad choices, and decisions and the good memories. You put the pill in your mouth and swallowed it with a sip of water and your first chapter came to an end……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

It is Time

“It is time!”, a voice echoed across the seven skies. He had given them time,  He had given them warnings. But His patience, regardless of its infinity, had run out. He could not ignore it anymore,  nor take it any longer. They had hurt him enough,  they had caused Him enough pain,  enough sorrow. He had promised them mercy, it was His prime attribute,  His best quality,  His favorite act. But they had crossed all limits,  they had destroyed enough lives,  they had done enough damage. He gave them life,  gave them a place,  provided them resources, granted them wits and intelligence,  blessed them with soup and conscious. They forgot about Him,  they abused Him, they bad mounted Him,  they ignored His laws,  they disrespected Him. They killed each other in His name,  they raped and murdered, burned all the forests and made them extinct. They harvested the power of atom and used it for destruction instead of solving energy problems. They ignored the yellow ball of energy He had placed near them. They let the poor starve, discriminated on race and religion and color, and took slaves. They grew power hungry and forgot who had the ultimate power. They mocked the ones who still stayed loyal to Him till the end. But hungry for world domination, they started the War, to eradicate all who still followed Him. They informed the invite multiverse He had placed them in, and stayed forever bound to the blue planet. And today,  today they killed the last one, the last one who still remembered Him. He could not ignore it anymore. It is time to fulfill his promises. It is time to do what He knew He would have to do one day. He had hoped that by giving them free will and showing them the right way, they would follow the path, instead they let the Whisperer lead them astray. Now they will know His wrath. Now there was none amongst them who still believed in Him. He had seen the last one die.
The army had gathered on the lowest heaven, flocks of angels all armed in golden Armour, their white wings spread out,  ready to march, ready to do His will. They could feel His wrath, they had known from the start the fate of humanity. And then Gabriel received the message and flew,  others followed. It wasn’t long before they reached The Milky Way. They located the sun and flew towards it. The army of heaven had arrived.
The earth sky lit up, there was sun but then there was another sun,  or something else then another,  then another,  million suns, or more,  definitely move. The veil of blue was lifted as the sky cleft asunder. They thought them asteroids, meteors, comets. Then all of a sudden,  the sky lit on fire,  they panicked in charge and fear. They declared emergency, they made their defence,  they called forth their forces and their weapons of mass destruction, their men of iron and atomic bots. But then a burst of gamma radiation emitted from the arriving host, and none of it worked. Fires started here and there,  people flying I  their suits and masks,  trying to find a safe spot. And then a voice,  a mighty voice, said, “I Am” and they knew. They finally realized what they had done,  Whom they denied, He was here. The fires spread everywhere,  the mountains start to blow up,  the volcanoes erupted. They asked for mercy,  they played,  He didn’t listen,  He ignored them. The mountains started to fly like clouds,  raining lava over the earth, the angels slaughtering and killing,  destroying everything in their path,  men and women and Jin. And then He said, “Be”. All of a sudden,  in the heart of earth,  it’s core, a black hole emerged, eating it from inside,  it swallowed the earth. The angels and He watched them disappear into nothingness. He sighed and returned to his Throne. He resurrected the believers and permitted them in seventh heaven and provided them with everything. They praised Him, they thanked Him, they made Him happy. But something was missing, He knew what he had to do, for He was forever a Creator.

Her Eyes

It was a cold winters eve, he was waiting for bus at the stop. He was very happy and singing, some days ago he read an article that singing releases some kind of happy neurons. Trying to rap,  rhyme the words without taking a pause,  he was quite content with himself.  But he also felt a little as because some rhymes were really good and would be lost forever in air as sound waves. He had a nice drink with his friend,  they talked and gossiped,  laughed and enjoyed. He told her about this new girl he is seeing and she told him about how she ended things with her love interest. He told her about the new cigar he smoked and she told her how he is going to die of cancer. Oh you know the usual love sharing between friends. Hanging out after University had  become a thing for them. The bus finally came and he got on. He wanted to get some writing done while he arrived home. He found it quite easy to write in bus because he could look around and look out the window and see so many people so many stories to tell,  they gave him inspiration and ideas for new stories. He started writing about his day in his daily journal. Whole writing he looked up from his tablet screen, and it was then that his eyes fell on this girl,  this really uniquely dressed, particularly fashioned make up and hair,  girl. Dressed in dark green sweat shirt and a baggie jeans. He looked at her and looked again.  She noticed him looking,  their eyes locked for the first time. Startled by the sudden realization of how weird it is,  he looked away,  and so did she. He tried to get back to his writing but he couldn’t quite finish his sentences,  for his attention as on this girl. Something about her eyes,  the way she looked,  made him enchanted,  ensnared him,  caught him,  and curiosity took over him. He looked at her again and so did she. Their eyes locked for a second time,  not blinking they looked at each other.  Without uttering a single word,  they spoke for hours,  for days,  for weeks.  Time stood still. He understood her sadness,  her grief,  her wounds, her sorrow, her hurts, for he too was at that place once and it was bad. He empathize with her,  he consoled her,  he gave her a shoulder to cry on,  he told her it will be OK and that he want the one. They kept looking at each other, and she smiled,  a star twinkled outside the window, the moon shone in her face,  and he gave her a node. She rung the stop bell,  got up,  the bus stopped,  she gave him a final look,  a twinkly smile and got off the bus,  he smiled and got back to writing his journal with a smile on his face,  thinking of those eyes.

Baginssis

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. His name was Baginssis. Baginssis lived a quiet, calm, peaceful life in Hobbiton, passing his days taking part in the town politics, smoking his pipe-weed, and staying late in the green dragon inn and having long discussions about golf and other sports. He was a very respectable hobbit and that meant he had never been on an adventure or did anything unexpected. But soon his life was about to change forever.

One day while he was returning home at night, he felt a sudden cold, the air became chilled, he could see his own breath, an unseen fear tookk hold of him. Baginssis pulled his hood over his head. Suddenly he heard the hoofs of a horse, so he hid behind a tree and saw the large black man appear on his black horse. Behind him, he could spot three more of the riders in black. They seemed to have not noticed him, afterall hobbits can be quite stealth when they want to.

There behind the tree in silence, he saw the black riders move towards Bag End. He followed them quietly and carefully, as to not draw any attention to himself. They went into Bag End, with Baginssis close behind them. He couldnt hear them but it seemed that they didnt find what they were looking for. They mounted up again and rode off.

Baginssis didnt know who they were or what to make of the whole scene, he kept replaying the whole scene in his dead when he went to bed that night. Strange, very strange. Tomorrow when he woke up, he wanted to go and inquire what business did Mr. Frodo have with these large black riders. But he was quite disappointed to not find Frodo in his home.

A few more days passed, Baginssis went to check if Frodo was back at his home but he found no sign of him. It was quite unlike Frodo to disappear like this. He wondered if those black riders had anything to do with it. One day while he was at Green Dragon, having a drink, he heard someone say that Frodo along with 3 others was gone to live in Buckland. This came as quite a surprise to Baginssis as he had always considered Frodo a friend. Why wouldnt he tell me if he is moving to Buckland. So he decided that he would go to Buckland and confront Frodo about this. You do not treat a friend like that.

So Baginssis prepared a back pack and put on his travelling cloak and set out for Buckland. When he reached there he was quite disappointed to find out that Mr. Frodo was not there. When he questioned Fredegar Bolger about Mr. Frodo, he would say nothing. But after much questioning and assuring him that Frodo was a very dear friend, He finally told him that Frodo and the company had went into the Old Forest. Now why on earrth would he go there for?

But he had come all the way to Buckland to find Mr. Frodo, he could not give up the search now, so he decided to go into the Old Forest. He had heard strange stories about this place, the walking trees and dangerous wolves. But I cant stop now, I must keep going. He walked and he walked, deep into the forest, the trees grew thick, the air became denser, but Baginssis was determined to confront his so called friend. Each year, each year I gave him an excellent gift on his birthday and this is what he does to me. Leaving without a word! 

After much walk, he finally came across an old man who was dancing and singing and dancing and dancing and singing. The words didnt make much sense to Baginssis, but if nothing else, Baginssis was a courteous hobbit,

“Hello good sire! My name is Baginssis and I am looking for my friend Frodo, who I was told has come into this forest, would you happen to know anything about it?”, he asked.

“Hey do merry do my hearty! Tom Bombadillo knows everything that goes in and out of this forest, oh yes he does, the forest has trees, and trees have leaves, and leaves fall. but Tom Bombadill never falls with his shoes which are blue and his jacket yellow, oh merry fellow”, he replied?

“umm, so do you know anything about Frodo? He is my friend and then he just disappears and I hosted all his parties and was always there for him when his uncle left”

“Frodo, oh yes Frodo and Sam and Merry and Pippin, oh yeah, the four little hobbits on dangerous mission, oh yeah, Tom loves little hobbits, oh yes he does, but who are you merry do my hearty?”

Dangerous missions?! What dangerous missions? Has Frodo gone crazy like old Mr. Bilbo? “Oh I am a hobbit do, but could you please tell me where they are? I really need to speak with Frodo”, Baginssis asked.

“The four little merry hobbit, oh yes merry do my hearty, Tom knows where they go, Tom helped them oh yes he did, Tom loves little hobbits, he saved them from the wights, oh yes, the dead men who walk, oh Tom helped the hobbits, oh yes Tom loves to help, his boots are blue and his jacket is yellow, oh yes merry do”

Walking dead men?! Oh Frodo, what are you up to?! “Where are they now?”

“Safe in Bree, Tom thinks, yes safe in Bree, yes yes my hearty, safe in Bree”

Bree! Thats where I must go. “Thank you Tom, it was nice meeting you, Good Bye. I must go to Bree”

“Good Bye merry fellow, Mr. Baginssis, but remember if you need Tom, he will come for you, oh yes he will precious, Farewell merry do my hearty”, Tom sang and danced his way up to his house in the woods.

Walking dead men! Dangerous mission! I must go north towards the main road to Bree.

The main road was quite deserted, other then a few companies of dwarves and a hobbit or two on business journeys. He finally reached Bree, and check into Prancing Pony. He was eager to find Frodo, but there was no sign of the company there. But he was quite surprised to find the old grey wizard there. Gandalf had a reputation for bringing trouble to the hobbits, but Baginssis must ask him if he knew of this dangerous mission of Frodo and these walking dead men.

To Be Continued…