FOR THIS PEN AHEAD THE THOUGHT

Alike an peaceful heaven
Words are wandering among woods
Forest,Forest, mind-ward awake
Varying my thunder cloud- mind
Silently day-dreaming and writing
With myriad hopes ahead
How precious these words awake
Away from the worldly worries
Away from wrangled hours
For this pen ahead the thought!

FROTH OF SUCCESS: STORY OF A COMEDIAN ESCAPE

FIRST PART


The froth of success sparkled from the Campaign bottles. He reached his height of success that night and became a millionaire with his comedy stand up shows. He was remarked by his sarcastic appearance in the stage which attracted millions of people around the world. In the night of triumph, he reached there, he was kindly invited to Lord Matrix’s mansion and the lord gave him a party with wine, womenfolk, champagnes and musical flutes all around. Such a marvelous night for Edward Parker, the famous comedian of England, his eyes were cheerful, he was mad in humor, sharing his majestic wits with Magnolia and her servants. Lord’s relatives and friends forgathered in the Manson and sat in dining room. Voice of trumpets and chats intensified the halls. The Mansion was tinseled with radiant bulbs and the pleasure went playful in all the faces gathered.   Not a serious man there held a serious tongue; everywhere was witty. They exchanged their concerns to Parker and celebrated with him as if they are with their super hero. Magnolia had been dating him since a year and no one knows about this. They kept it secret. Magnolia is the renowned model and an eye- opener, compeer to Edmund. Girls gathered around the pair, heeding the sort of fun Edmund was talking with her and tried to enamor his attention. Magnolia was a renowned, respectful friend of the celebrated comedian and Lord Matrix had beautiful dreams about Parker being his son in law.
Lord and his wife poured champagne and drunk with extreme happiness. He didn't even asked his daughter about her mind.
‘Call Parker, say him Lord is calling to sit with him’
 He sent his men to call Parker to inform his desire.
They reached the table where Parker sat with Magnolia and informed them
 ‘Lord is calling, he wants to share some time with you’ they said to him
‘Lord is mad to call me now’ he mocked them
‘Tell him am coming later, tell them’ Men laughed at Parker seeing he was in a compromised position and the girls around them laughed louder
‘This is such an amusing night isn't Magnolia?  Uh ha’ he had a scream at the men
When they informed to Lord about the matter, Lord laughed and he turned out sarcastically and called her daughter Daisy to join the comedian.
‘Daisy, go inform him like am saying now, am going to give you a letter to that genius’
‘Daddy— what is a letter needs to invite him to dance with you; I would go and tell him, but what is a letter you mean’
Lord laughed and said
‘Suspense’
He sent her without unveiling its romantic smell and giving the letter written with his ball pen.
 She caught up with Parker. On seeing the Lord’s daughter Parker surprised looking at her kohl filled dark eyes and sharp face and a slender body. When she approached the room other girls are envy of her and turned side pretending like they didn't see her. She spoke him

‘Hello Mr. Parker, sorry to interrupt, I know you are in holiday mood, Daddy gave a letter to inform you’ everyone astonished, what a letter? What a letter this night? Curiosity ran two and forth.
Is it letter written to lock me here, am really happy to see Lord’s sweet daughter, sweet as the moon, any way open’ When he said these words women japed each other.

Daisy pulled out the letter and gave to Parker and Parker read it sardonically
Again curiosity raftered the rooms since while Magnolia was seen so pensive— about concerning what is going next
The letter was this much:

‘Are you ready to marry my daughter, funny man Parker?
In a flick of time Parker jest out started to laugh louder and said her
‘O, Percy — cheesy, Daisy— is it your correct name” he imitated her female voice and informed her stuttered

‘Daisy….’ she said wondered at Parker

‘What do you say, Daisy’ Parker inquired her

‘My Goddess, nothing Mr. Parker’ she said blush fully hiding her thoughts

Daisy looked nervous on hearing his father’s rude wish and didn't inform him about her affair with Pony Darwin— the sexiest man of madly rumors and son of an army officer. But Daisy loved the comedian so much. She had only good words about the comedian’s shows in Kent, last year yet she already gave a word to Darwin. She couldn't tell her opinion to her father because Darwin’ father was in enmity with the Lord.

‘Mr. Parker, I have a thought, am in love with an army officer’s son called pony, I know my father gets mad in hearing this, can you help me’? She implored

To be continued..

Once Loved God

 Sing thou, muse that conquering my slender age

 Naked moments and flightless gloom

Dreams, ripened and lively own

From thee I fled unconstrained

when you hide from me

Solemnly then dwelt is my pathos  

When nights and days swept sullen

Below your heavens’- lodge my gained ecstasy

I met curiosity since I found the World and since then I could not use a filter upon me. I tried to talk what I saw the demonic things in Earth.Could any one cease it?

Physically and mentally for me, to hide from God was indeed a rescue from the Earthly worries. God could be a cause, which made me think so much beyond the reality and I admitted even I am pulled away from Godly thoughts, I found ecstasy in Earth to write and create Literature .

Urging Remedy: Only if Consiousness and perception are weapons you self created:

Hope In An Oasis Near By.

All of a sudden, summer has arrived, the lovely plants and its dear flowers are almost dried and some of them seem fatigue with the burdensome summer heat. The poet is now wandering in the Arab world in search of Oasis to see a flower bloomed, a blossom, a sprout. Yet nothing such happened and he wandering and searching for the most peaceful part in the Earth. Dark as the summer and summer as a dark net occupying him mind. He sat in his desert tend and near a palm tee shade and started writing his new story pondering about a white cloud joy.

solemn query he asked: will he meet a sight of an Oasis nearby to unbound the joy of his new hope?

When the world is a Theatre

When the world that we live is a theatre,

No more complaints if I play my role

Not to disturb you, your work, or your arts

Let me dance and roam, merrily, playfully and vigor

To avail myself where knowledge is dwelt

I dare go seek its wings and we two make a flight. 

He Lives Amidst Literature

Drowned by his thought and now getting completely puzzled. His tiresome chirping would hear as if a cricket sat pounding, the poet sung lonely in his own disequilibrium. Did life bend upon his curiosity; multiple thoughts ran in him and random queries with fragmented Arabian views.  He had themes of dreadful subjects; politically dread  when his life introduced a terror to get her gloomy. He kept aside his humor for a time to come. Moreover, the time has arrived to make it explode .Now he would wander in the clouds, higher—   to win the joy back to the origin. There are mates new born for him—the unbroken silence and its true sister the tranquil solitude. since the burdens are away from him he wandered next door to ensure the rest of his time he lives like a struggler never before.Now he went with his Ancient attitude, more expressed from his obscurity— unclear yet for the society who shatters his views in a rediculous manner.Now the madness tearing him apart, he wrote lines of horror and often sarcastic, as if we was died and reincarnated from the barren Indian soil from a cause of curse. Spontaneous, he was so much wild to compare his past, and since handful of dreams are coming forth in his new pages.




Betrayed by an Arab girl whom he called his wild soul—Angel, who espied his beautiful daring thoughts, who is an Arab wardress, by whom his thoughts once blossomed in myriad thorns in variable shades of grey and white and more-often darkened.who helped his new blowing thoughts,which was an impact of her magical inspiration that nurtured him and ended up in a revenge.

'When darkness overwhelms our narrow ray of light,we dig our minds with a dagger strong'

'When darkness overwhelms our narrow ray of light,we dig our minds with a dagger strong'

Me and My Muse......My Muse died

The dawn has arrived at my feet to think of her, that I compare with a romantic time that I sung with my pleasant imagination's songs. There as in a trance I traveled to seek the birds of that village which gave me inspiration to write many of my songs. There was a pastoral joy that covered with the dew drops upon the green, ever-green grass. The native-country smile rammed through me, how this was beautifying me. Awake not every instrument that has breath and a few seen the first curtains of the rising dawn. I was refreshing to work, the travelling soul in me finds many views of maturing dawn. At last I stopped near a house, made of brown tiles. The house was decorated with Garden Urns where plants sprung with sweet odor. My mind forgets the melancholy order and met her at the place I was stopped

'Dear, the time is less and as I was hasten to you' she said thus

'We go fade some other part, to pour our secret'   I said

we moved in the hide of tree shades and I inquired about the situation of our love for hours.Then the dark fell in

years passed after,gone and torn

Now I heard a sound from a distance,that voice echoes in me now of past

somebody is listening to me now where I live in my old story

Me and My Muse......My Muse died

My Thobbing Heart

I ease my buring hours,
And think as a liberal cloud
And floats in the dales of blind society
Henceforth, I have my armour,my shelter
My thobbing heart

Let it be

Yet another night advancing
And sleep be the only relax,
Or the answer for the toils,
whatever,an enthusiatic
Relaxation awaits
to hide the clashes of today,
Let it be..

Inspiration Folded

Inspiration folded
unto myriad folds
Was it a dream,
A heart broken dream
The spirit was coy
The spirit was so dull
 A painful dream
Was it a dream
A painful dream
A desolated dream
And the maid was mute,
The stars— all they weep,
 I joined the dark,
To that unknown dream

I Sat disturbed after seeing the maid.I thought of that
dismal dream of afternoon,Aye It was a dream