This poem basically is about the inability of a lover who lost his lover to get rid of all the dreams during the time of love. I gave the reality of the situation in the poem itself as it is not a very long poem one should get it or try to read it out loud and see if one can understand this better.
On Another Note: Crazy times bring insanity… but I am totally sane. After more than half a year of delays when I was about to start my store, my right-hand man fell badly ill. He is okay but still can’t do much work. So every setup to get the store started was done by my own hand. I started it. I am going to hold on to the comments there. So now you know the reason why poetry went into the back burner. A burner that always burns. Little Boss… Oh boy, I should not be asking you this question again and again. What is it you want to know from my posts and poems? I know you come to my site. The frequency increased a bit after you got engaged. I think a long time back I said it doesn’t serve anyone any purpose if you remain mute. But I won’t say no don’t come to my site. You are always free to visit my site. If you want to really talk to me before you get married. Find this in the intersection of Capitol and Appleton. I will be there to answer.
If I am going to explain this poem it will take a couple of years of speaking. I went into a relationship mode for more than 3 and a half years. Then I went silent as the reality looks like a very bad dream. The poem mentions that very clearly. This is the situation when I took my phone and typed in a couple of sentences into my phone. This was worked on while on a break from the hectic life unfolding in front of me. Enjoy.
On Another Note: WOW, wee Wow… Summer is really interesting… First of all, it is horribly hot. I hate hot weather, One of the reasons why I left India was that. Second, Nothing much changed in the last 8 or 9 months. I looked up and said.. people make babies in this time… this is the kinda time when astrologers in South India say “Dasa Sandhi” means a period of deadlock between two dasas… actually astrologically it is that kinda period for me. The Period or Dasa of Jupiter for me is ending and the next on the period or Dasa of Saturn is going to start in less than a year. So everything is going on a pace no one really knows… I said, “If life were supposed to be delivered on a platter to me.. that platter is made with thin air”. I cannot be wrong…. I learned it but I am not a snatcher of other’s happiness or life. I am a Sufi, I only take what I need. When something I need is not available, no matter how much pain it feels, I learned to erase that pain with smiles on my face. I think I just said how my attempt to earn the love of someone I love went. Little Boss, Read the Notes above.
The Defeated Lover… the name was taken from a real life situation. There is a long long story behind it. I don’t have to repeat what is said again and again. But these days, I have learned to be a better man than the cursing, revenging moron I used to be. The best part was I have forgiven myself. Then I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Read the poem you will learn more.
On Another Note: The vagueness of life exists in every aspect of living. There are times when unreal gives me more comfort than anything real. Thoughts, ideas, dreams, and many times actions based on all those become the result of an unreal catastrophe. In the middle, I stand and dismiss one by one all those unreal, and then I became an empty canoe in a stormy ocean of love.
Little Boss, read this poem, you are the only one who can understand this poem completely. Now let me tell you something. In the show Magnificent Century, there is a tough situation when the Ottoman Sultan Suleiman orders the execution of his friend from childhood days, prime minister, and commander of his armies Pargali Ibrahim. Suleiman’s son Mustafa grew up in the hands of Ibrahim, Mustafa a fully grown-up man comes to the Sultan and politely asks his father why would he order the execution of Ibrahim. Sultan Suleiman whom I don’t consider a magnificent Sultan says something very wise… hmmm at least the writers of the show wrote these wise words.. he says “Mustafa, my lion son, Power is a shirt made with fire, if you can wear it with loyalty, it will protect you and destroy your enemies. However, if you get carried away with pride… and lose yourself in desire, then that shirt will burn you to ashes.”. When I heard that, I smiled and the image that came to my mind was you standing in front of me in anger in that mall. I said, “It is love” yes, it is love Little Boss… I modified it appropriately “My darling Little Boss, Love is a cloak made with fire, if you wear it with loyalty, sincerity, and honesty, it will protect you, your heart, and brings happiness that will last many lifetimes here on Earth and hereafter. However, if you get carried away in the pride of youth, age, looks, and desires… you will lose not just yourself, you will lose the world and everything beyond and then that cloak becomes a burning coffin that will burn you alive, again and again… a neverending nightmare.”. I am not saying Love is a nightmare or will become a nightmare, I am saying it is not as easy as you may think. You know what you felt every time you visited my sites for years. I apologize if even with what I just wrote I offended any feelings of yours, that is not my intention but I still may have to say it. I only have prayers for you to be blessed.
