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A fraction of a Feeling
A fraction of a Feeling
BABE
, if you can hear me now,
I confess:
I have failed.
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I told you years ago
In my way, I must go
To do what no human can do
But I failed
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Yet
My mind
Keep saying:
It's not a failure to fail
It's a success
That you tried
At least your vision was wide
And you presented you.
You didn't hide
Okay if the circumstances
Refused to abide
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This
I felt I should say to you tonight
Hoping that
, wherever you are babe,
To understand
As much as
I understood.
But that is not absolutely all
That is not all I wanted to say.
That is only a fraction babe
A fraction of a drop of a tear
My mind dropped
Last night while walking
And thinking of you.
That is but a particle
in a a storm of thoughts that crossed my mind.
A humble part of a whole.
A little tiny component of a great Universe.
Don't apologise...............
For the drunk poet in you is a pretty damn good poet! I truly enjoyed this poem Fahad. This was very attracting while it gripped. Oh and yesterday I cleaned out an email of mine I hardly use and found where you had sent me many poems over the last couple years. I will on one of my days off read through all that unrealized correspondence from you and comment soon. I will reply to you with the email I normally use nowadays. Thanks so much for trying to stay in contact. I've been busy living and haven't kept in contact with you much. I will correct that error in a matter of days now. Sincerely, your friend Melissa
Hello my dear old friend.
Hello my dear old friend. How are you doing? I feel so happy that you appreciated my humble words.
I try my best to be just a cool person (let alone the desire of becoming a true poet. That is beyond the wildest of my dreams). In the process, I keep committing errors! However, I think, my errors do not rise to the level of sins.
I am not a sinner, I am a thinker. That is all.
Yet someone told me that drinkers rather than thinkers, often, get a maximum spiritual feeling after the 13th glass, when they arrive to the point of no return and rush across their horizons with, what the physicists call, the escape velocity.
May Mother Nature bless you for as long as you live. You have been always very good in the poems you wrote and the responses you made. That is, I guess, what Poets are for.
((skip the advisement))
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyTpu6BmE88
Well let me conclude my reply by a physics joke:
Question: Why are quantum physicists bad lovers?
Answer: Because when they find the position, they can't find the momentum, and when they have the momentum, they can't find the position. Uncertainty!