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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.

 

***

 

I told you years ago

 

In my way, I must go

 

To do what no human can do

 

But I failed

 

***

 

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.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

 

I wrote this while feeling exhausted and dizzy like a drunk man. I do not drink by the way more than water, milk and may be some times a bit of coca cola although I am thirstier than the deserts that own me. So. Kindly pardon me if you notice some linguistic errors on what I wrote. Be good to me.

 

May mother nature bless you all :)

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©20 May 2014 - 4:30am — humanpulse
21 May 2014 - 2:11am — palewingedpoetess
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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

20 December 2016 - 2:40pm — humanpulse
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  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!