In ever loving memory of so & so?
'What's life? It's the flash of a firefly in the night.It's the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.It's the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.'-Unknown, Coffee News Metrowest.
These days I quit reading
all the long articles in the papers
Except obituaries and horoscopes?
I told my beloved
When she inquired;
'Darling! We must take some
close-up sepia colour photos,
perhaps one day they publish
in this column,
At least that we have survived here
as a spicy-Cookery teacher
and an old mad-scribbler? '
'Then you said once
Bards never die? '
And she cried.
'No darling! We never die
Only passing away
from this cruel World.'
I pacified her.
to that mystic woman Laila or Edeath who roams around in my faded dreams and undress in front of my beloved? I am scared not the death but women in nude?
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What is life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset..
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset...
Native American Blackfoot proverbs
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A Very Sad Movie At A Dark Horizon?
I have not been to a movie theater
and it's really boring this life here? '
My beloved grumbles.
I pacified her;
'See this news darling
What a sad happening?
A gunman killed twelve at a theater in Aurora Mall, Colorado
and fifty nine wounded, and it's safe watching the movies
at home?
That's why I try everyday a scratch lottery
If it works properly, definitely
My first preference is buying a T.V. and a CD player
for you! '
*My deepest sympathies to all the victims and their families.
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Some Women like Hitler's typical Mustache!
In front of the mirror
I notch my mustache
And my beloved comes behind
She grumbles; 'I don't like that V-shape cut.'
'No darling I want to make it as Hitler's
And some women like that.'
The whole week she didn't speak with me
And slept on the floor!
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The handsome death roams around bards' billets these days!
My beloved questioned me;
'I noticed that you won't drink
and it's a dilemma in your words.'
'Not exactly I quit drinks honey
The celebrated Malayalam poet
A.Ayyappan passed away last week
and the Bengali prominent poet
Sunil.Ganguly too.
I checked my piggy till and the pennies won't come up
In the checking account few colourd notes smile
that won't reach at least a tall Johnny Walker?
and you know my darling I am a poor scribbler
Casket is very expensive than the nagging life here? '
['The goal of meditation is the beautiful silence, stillness and clarity of mind.']- Buddhist scripture
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Curtain call
In the life-drama, the playwright my beloved wife grumbles;
' I do not know why you cannot stay in a one place a long time
And you talk about rights and fires from time to time darling? '
'I agree with you honey, The Gypsy blood runs in my veins and I am a Gypsy moth,
I was born under a wandering star, Really I am sorry but I never betray you! '
Then the music goes on, Oh! that's her hidden cry.
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I render my Resume for the Hollywood Theater
Beloved grumbled; 'It's too late and you have to wake up early tomorrow.'
'Yes darling I am doing some amendments to my application.'
' For the Senate? '
'Much better than that, Tarzan requires a talking monkey for the new adventurous movie darling! '
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The Sparrows chirp at my window sill
I know my little birds
It's pretty warm outside
And you try to open the window.
This is not my home dear
Somebody elses?
And I pay a handsome rent
Once in a month.
If it delays a late fee comes as an unknown friend
And if not paid definitely they open the window
And throw me out
Bring another poor Saint?
*Most probably in a dream if I am not mistaken, I told my beloved wife;
'Darling if I make a platonic love with the beautiful widowed Landlady, we could have quit from the rent for sometimes! '
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Hey There Beloved
Hey there beloved why are you walking away from me?
Hey there beloved don't you know all those gifts are from me?
Hey there beloved I carried you through your storms
Hey there beloved come back to me
Hey there beloved don't you know I'm waiting with open arms
Hey there beloved I wish you were not blind but could turn back and see
Hey there beloved don't you notice my art?
Hey there beloved my love for you is in every night sky
Hey there beloved look for my love in the sunset
Hey there beloved, the sun is for you
Hey there beloved the coolness of clouds is for your enjoyment
Hey there beloved I love you
Hey there beloved You can walk away
Hey there beloved it makes me cry when you chase other lovers, but
Hey there beloved I'll let you go because I want you to choose me
Hey there beloved I want you to learn to love me
Hey there beloved don't go to them
Hey there beloved they cannot fill you up
Hey there beloved, I'll never give up on you
Hey there beloved I'm full of tears
Hey there beloved I made you for so much more
Hey there beloved you don't have to dress like that
Hey there beloved they don't really love you
Hey there beloved you're more than just a body
Hey there beloved you don't have to try to be something you're not
Hey there beloved I still love you
Hey there beloved you don't have to earn my love
Hey there beloved those things won't satisfy you
Hey there beloved heed my voice that path will destroy you
Hey there beloved you're broken, but
Hey there beloved my heart breaks for you
Hey there beloved can't you see the brokenness?
Hey there beloved why do you ignore me
Hey there beloved.... I love you with all that I am
Hey there beloved, that's everything there is
Hey there beloved I love you with my entire being
Hey there beloved that's grander than the universe itself
Hey there beloved you've strayed so far away
Hey there beloved I'll always call you back
Hey there beloved I'll always be waiting
Hey there beloved I still love y-
Hey there beloved h--
Hey there be-----
Hey--------
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Here goes the 116th Boston Marathon!
I am really fed up with the rat race
Almost tired & frustrated?
Darling! Please do not force this weakling
And I am so sorry as you spent a lot for me
In vain the multivitamin capsules
Five hour energy drinks & Viagra?
I'll be in the crowd if you like as a spectator!
You can take some close-up photographs
From the digital camera,
Our daughter sent from Australia.
At least we could pacify ourselves
That we have seen a true Marathon
For the first time in our life?
['We want people to know it's hard to go through something like this, but you can keep fighting and can continue to lead a positive life.'-Ed Feather]
*A humble dedication to the courageous 39 year-old Ed Feather Esq. of Framingham, Massachusetts who runs for the Marathon to honor his beloved wife, who died of ovarian cancer.My innocent prayers for the individual Poet-God with a heart to make him the winner Supremo!
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Rhythm method!
My beloved woke me up
in the middle of the night.
'Why darling! Somebody knocked at the door and I had some bad dreams? '
'No you're continuously shouting, rhythm method honey and crying,
And I thought some convulsions again! '
I got up and checked the Webster dictionary.
And I read for her;
' Contraception by avoiding sexual intercourse
near the time of ovulation.'
She's angry and grumbled you drank a lot last night that cheap liquor!
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I prefer to die in my sleep
Darling Edeath!
You're so beautiful
To that transparent dress.
Touch me slowly
As I am scared of your fingernails.
I am not in a mood and let me sleep peacefully
Do not wake me up early.
Bring your kite to the garden of night
Let it go so high and let loose the knot
As you do to the others
And wind takes me away
Wherever she goes!
* A Mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
-Victor Hugo
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The sad Castle of our little World
Our new roost a tiny room
And no table and chairs.
I sit on the bed and scribble this
While my beloved tastes a chicken broth from a teaspoon,
And she stuck in the Kingdom of her Kitchenette.
'Darling where is that miniature cheap bottle of Whiskey? .
The previous night I kept somewhere.'
She measured and gave me a small sip from the same teaspoon.
Then I grumbled; 'Oh! It's not enough my painkiller as the World still rotates.'
She kept quiet angrily.
Through the broken window panes I see the faraway floodlights in a Stadium
And I whispered to my beloved; 'I would like to play football again like younger days.'
She smiled like Mona Lisa.
* To our dearest daughter Tharindu.Inoka
We received your graduation photograph and the copies of relevant certificates today.
We are so proud of your achievement, May the winds be always at your back.
Really we missed you darling!
Merits to Kelum! One of our precious Son-in-laws who struggled the entire journey for bringing you up to this standard.
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A domesticate little sparrow
My photogenic faded tattoo bird flies in the frequent deadlier dreams
And I realized the time has come to demobilize her.
My darling! You suffered a lot with me in my lonely battlefield.
I am so sorry my dear sweetheart.
This resentful life is heavier than lead
And I am still sounding the depths.
I open the cage door for my petite colleague to let you free
And I have no regrets; Birds should fly at least once in their lifetime.
* The Buddha said ' One has to understand clearly that craving and attachment to material and immaterial things are the main roots of stress and depression.'
I dedicate this poem to my beloved wife Manel.
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Please Stir That Celery Flavoured Carrot Soup To Fight With The Life!
I just want to remind you that I was born under a travel star!
Time has come and orders were given from above it seems?
Then I have to go.
Beloved makes carrot soup every other day
And our bony horse is suffering from flu!
I gave him some of my expired antibiotics
And a sip secretly from my nightcap.
I polish the old brass lamp which I brought from a salvage ship.
And I sweep my gypsy caravan that full of rubbish papers.
I read my darling's complicated palm; 'This may be our last journey and your nutty vagabond is really tired.
Please do not worry and we won't give a burden to our daughters,
I'll prepare a letter right now to the Medical faculty in Massachusetts and let them know that we're ready to hand over our bodies one day for research to the responsible parties? '
By the end of November we reach there and our grandson would be very happy!
Beloved prepares the price tags of the goods for the moving sale, O my precious desktop you leave me very soon and how I scribble hereafter?
Daughter in Australia provides the Air tickets
And daughter in Massachusetts gives us the lodging!
We haven't seen her for five years
And worried about the eldest too.
'Life is a journey'; I explained to my beloved and she cried.
I watched her red eyes; 'We finish the journey together' that murmurs?
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A Penny for a Tick
If the dreams come true how beautiful the ugliest life!
The slippery Zig Zag road ends at the village Manor
And we got down, myself & wife from our tumbledown car!
It's a small drizzle and a Twilight
The Sun offs for the day it seems.
The Baron and the Baroness happy with us
For their advertisement in the Pennysaver
And he says; ' You are the ideal couple we expected
And really satisfied by seeing you! '
Wife makes different names of spicy meals
And cleans the household things.
The two Doberman familiar with me
And I pluck their ticks a penny for each.
Cut their high grass in the lawn
And night I read my poems.
The kind Baron offers me a Cuban cigar and a nightcap
And now I don't steal pennies from my beloved's piggy till.
In the night she wears her old nightgowns
And she looks like the Baroness!
I do marketing; Rides the Harley Davidson
That belongs to the Baron's one & only son
Who lives in a different state.
At the backyard there're scattered old tombs
And I guess their ancestors.
Secretly I tell my beloved; 'Darling this is the final roost of our Gypsy journey
And one day they bury us here, We must send the address to our loved ones
Perhaps their offspring win the Green Card Lottery and visit our graves some day! '
To my dearest poet friend Paddy Martin who undergoes a surgery and my blessings for his immediate recovery.
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Miracle Foot Repair Cream and a large tin till
My beloved bought me a special cream
Out of her fortnight wage!
'Honey you look so frustrated these days
And how far you walked
Looking for a job? '
I read how it works;
'Instantly relieves dry, cracked, itchy, tired achy feet and odors
Safe for use by Diabetics.'
'Darling have you got a soothing cream for my burning heart? '
Then she cried.
I gave her a large tin till from a dollar shop.
'Oh! It's too big and how long it takes to fill? '
'I promise you to stop smoking from the New Year
And definitely fill it soon.
I have a dream since a long time to buy a Passenger Ship
And collect all the Homeless, do a round trip around the World
Not in eighty days, the whole calendar Year!
* 'Some people give time, some money, some their skills and connections, some literally give their blood.But everyone has something to give.'- Barbara Bush
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She Wants to Make Me a Giant
Wife and myself went on shopping today,
She suggested 'Darling it's a Sunday'.
I was bit scared as my wallet is not so sound.
'Not to worry I got new notes with old crooks
And you have gone down these days,
You must have the strength to fight with life.'
Oh! She would have buy the whole super market
Who created this rare creature the woman?
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The pastel drawing of our Cafe de Capricornus!
Capricorn; A southern zodiacal constellation between Sagaittarius and Aquarius.The tenth sign of the zodiac, into which the sun enters at the winter solstice, about December 22.
Darling! We're Capricorns
And the Horoscope says;
This week is better to start a business enterprise
And that develops further on!
So I am drawing our cafe beside the busiest freeway.
Definitely that would be a stopover!
'What are you going to sell there? '
'Bitter coffee of the tasty life with a sentimental poem
And a singsong with my four stringed ukulele.'
'How about spicy buns? '
' That's good we could have supply them heavy sexy spicy buns.'
'When this pastel drawing hangs on the dreamy cafe wall? '
She said with her menopausal sad smile
And it's a gloomy rainy day!
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