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Tuesday, April 26, 2005

I dedicate this to two very nice and kind ladies I have come to meet while blogging.


A life of harsh sorrows has killed the butterfly of my desire
Spilling the wine in the love-glass of my youth

The mist of the bleak days has become so dark
The love scenes of my heart were cloaked in despair

Lonely nights have smothered the flame of my hope-candle
The hopeless-hands have strangled the euphoria of my innermost melodies

And now, exposing the wounds
Of my distressed emotions
I wonder in the mazes of my soul’’s wilderness

In the dark nights of my loneliness, I retrace my steps blindly
There is no hand that can rescue me from this abandonned grave

There is no beauty to lend her soft heart for my stressed head
Or to release my exhaustion on her warm lap

My weak eyes gaze bewildered into the dark nights
There are no two vivid eyes to illuminate my avenues

Except for sad wings
And scary nights
There is no light

There is no a single princes who pushes me her desire
Her secrets revives my dieing and crumpled talent

Her laughter removes the gloomy fog on my eyes
Keep me content in a way crying baby comfort

Yes, when I listen except for my distressed heart
Which quietly reveals my deep hidden mysteries

There is no sound
Anywhere around
Neither beating of wings nor sighing of breath

Written in Sulemani in 1951

A poem for you by Robert Frost - I hope and pray the road you take will make all the difference.

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I decided to leave you something by Wendy Cope..hopefully you will laugh at this instead of laughing at me :-)

The Uncertainty of the Poet

I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.

A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.

Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very.'

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?

:) Its a master piece!
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