Most faithful
No infidel
From your beloved who had never gone
Constant caring and loyal, always done
True love it is
Sweetest bliss
And God
IS
©Sylvia Frances Chan
A.D.Wednesdaythe 28th of November 2018
@ 7.07 hrs. A.M. West-European Time
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Creating Beauty….
that i’m nagging soand there is no collision, I reckonin this connectionyeah, there is a clear unisonand my heart needs no resuscitation,this exhilarating sensationshall return somedaynot estrangednor extirpatedi’m just on one of my exuberant exploringseasy talking to my Father in heavengiving praises to Himworshipping Himthanking Him for every blessinggreatest or smallesttiniest or tallestall in one…
Je Hebt Gelijk, Het Was Misleiding….
Ik kon niet slapen en keek naar buitenweet je wat ik zag?Ik zag een bekende vermomd tijdens de vluchtIk antwoordde de jongeman:ga weer slapenje bent niet wijswie denk jezou in deze koudste nacht zijnvermomd tijdens de vlucht?lieve jongemanje zag een echte fatamorganahet is geen vogelhet is geen mannahet is gewoon te absurdeen oud kind in…
A short story about one of my walks….
the wind cuts through you, it is that cold, but I am going to take a walk,today I have an extra day off, really crazy to be able to walk extra, the dutch weather is notorious for its weather changes, it often predictsa bit sunny, but it doesn’t hold its word, well then you suddenly…
MY MOST FAVOURITES Narrated by SFC
The CarpentersKaren Carpenter, my favorite singer died of annorexia,patient for seven years, the last two years she went to therapy(most annorexia patients don’t realize they are very ill)but in vain her heart gave out, she died of heart failure,the whole world was sad, me too, she was my most favorite singerwho could sing all the…
das war vor Jahren,
Dort lebt ein Mädchen, das Sie vielleicht kennenmit dem Namen ANNABEL LEE;Und dieses Mädchen lebt sie ohne andere GedankenAnstatt zu lieben und von mir geliebt zu werden.Ich bin ein Kind und er ist ein Kind,In diesem Königreich am Meer;Aber wir lieben mit Liebe mehr als mit Liebe.Ich und meine Annabel Lee;Mit Liebe ist es ein…
Today is the Independence day of the USA
it is the first birthday of my first grandchilda baby boy with a soft heart, smart and lovedyou can see that at the sparkling eyes of this happy childcurrently he is in Ghana, with his parents, of coursethat is for his mama’s medical specialization, temporarilyhis sweet mama has baked an apple piea real traditional Dutch…
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For the lovers
To lose the heart-beats.
Rejuvenating.
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The first walk is intoxicating
The bed turns into a road.
ନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷର ର
ତୁମ ଅନ୍ତର ର କଥା,ମୋ ଛାତି କାଗଜେଲେଖି ଦେଇଥିଲଆମ ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ଗାଥା ।।ଆଖି ରେ ଆଖିରେକହୁଥିଲ କଥାଅନ୍ତର ଗୋପନ ବାର୍ତ୍ତା-ଆଜି ତୁମ ବିନାପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ଭରାମଶାଣି ର ନୀରବତା ।।
It’s easy to kill poets
Death, the only option left.
A rainbow appears from nowhere
His long awaiting thirsty lips.
Have you Ever
Been with someoneAs close as his heartAnd his breathing air?Have you ever triedTo read the roots and twigsOf his worriesAnd his choking windows of lifeAnd the bleeding veins of life?But I have..For I am a friendA friend for all eternity
The Kilo-class ruled over villages,
Where Dogs and ATM cardsHad no meaning at all.Liquor and Mutton playedThe Piano of their future,A few coins monitored theMouse of their fortuneTill the next term of the election.The Patriotism and NationalityNarrowed down to mere SlogansSlogans of sycophancy,The words taught to themAt the peak hours of their addiction.The monkeysHad their own apes,Called Personal Apes, P.A.Trained…
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Wet it up
With tears and blood
Gratifying.
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Come this moment
In any form you love…In any form you like…To answer my call,Call of my wildness,Call of my distress,Call of my lonely soul,Call of my craving heart.Answer, Darling! Answer-Give me your lip-less kisses,On the cheeks of my dreams,On the forehead of my Screams,On the eyelids of my dozing soul,On the skin of my heart and skull.Kiss…
Laughter is the only pill of solace
Impoverished by selfish laws of the land.
War is a border
To live and let live.
In you, my dear
My shapes,My horizons,My outlines,Edges that defineMy urges, dreams and desires,Ambitions and aspirations,Whole of me.
The first fluid of life
Moon speaks words of mind.
Both are mammals
Both develop their skills.One chills, the other kills.One humanizesSo much thatBeasts become petsRocks become slatesMonkeysmake Rome,Jungles become Home.Barriers become routes,Stems bear fruits.Music brings rain,Words suck pain.Poems render love,Eagle becomes dove.The other dehumanizesSo much thatPets become wild,Forests become field.Leaders become monkey,Folks become donkey.Bloodbecomes honey,Godbecomes money.Guns become tools,Schools produce fools.Friends become foes,Mosques become zoos.
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Look at it
With all your heart
Passionate.
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The sound of opening up
The first cry of a baby.
ଜୀବନ ର
ଆବିର୍ଭୂତାଯାଜ୍ଞସେନୀମୁଁ ଯଜ୍ଞ-ସମ୍ଭୂତା ।।କାମନା ର ମେଦିନି ବୁକୁ ରେଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ରମାଂସ, ହାଡ, ଚର୍ମ ର ଜଙ୍ଗଲ,ଜନ୍ମ ନିଏ ଅଗଣିତରୂପ ହୀନ ବିକୃତି ର ଗୁଳ୍ମ,ଅର୍ଥ ହୀନ ଲାଳସା ର ତୃଣ ।ଅହଂକାର ଅଶୁଭ ଶଙ୍ଖ କୁଅସହାୟ, ଚପଳ ତାରୁଣ୍ୟଅସମୟେ କରେ ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ।।ଅସୀମିତ କ୍ଷମତା ର,ଅଯାଚିତ ସମ୍ପଦ ର-ଉତ୍ତର ଦାୟାଦ-କରେ ପ୍ରତ୍ୟାଖାନବାଲ୍ୟ ସ୍ମୃତି ବିଜଡିତପ୍ରତିଜ୍ଞା ର ଫଳ ଅବାସ୍ତବଅସ୍ୱୀକାରେ ସାମ୍ରାଜ୍ୟ ର ବିଭାଜନ-ସମ୍ରାଟ ଦ୍ରୁପଦ ।।ପ୍ରତାରିତ ଦ୍ରୋଣ ର ଆତ୍ମା ରେସୀମାହୀନ, ବିଷାକ୍ତ ଦଂଶନ-ହୃଦୟ ରେ କୁଣ୍ଡଳୀ…
Once upon a time,
It sang about a Superb queen,Who had no king, great or mean!Years passed like monthsAndmonths like weeks,She had her fire fade,The last desire to wed.Often she felt like a Goddess,Sent here on Earth as Empress,Born to enjoy and frame the rules,For all except her were but fools.All She had was but the Throne,Although powerful, She…
କିଛି ଅକ୍ଷର…
ଭରା ଅନ୍ତର…ଲୁହ ସିକ୍ତ….,ଶୂନ୍ୟ ଆକାଶ…ଏ ସମୟ-ସୁପ୍ତ, ଜୀବନ…ବିଷମୟ..।।
You are my teacher, Oh flower
Of love and knowledge around me.
ତମେ କ’ଣ
ପିଲାବେଳ ସପନ ରଟିକି ନୀଳ ପରୀ?ଯିଏ ଆସୁଥିଲେ ଆଣୁଥିଲାଫୁଲ, ଫଳ, କୂହୁତାନ,ବାଦଲ, ଜୋଛନା!ଆଉ ଯିଏଲୁଚି ଗଲେ ଥରେଜୀବନରୁ ହଜି ଯାଉଥିଲାଆଶା ଆଉ ଆଲୋକ ରବିଭୋର ମୂର୍ଛନା ।କୁହ ପ୍ରିୟତମା!କୁହ ମୋ’ର ଟିକି ରାଜ ଜେମା? ?
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Emerges from souls
Snakes through heart’s valley.
Ceaseless.
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Have you ever
Of the weary?Have you everStilled the tearOf the fearful,The timid, little kid?Have you everBound a stick of supportTo a broken twigOf a plant in theNeighbour’s yard?But I have-For I am a friend.A rea time friendAnd a neighbour to allBorn on this planet.
A hypocrite’s reality show up-
To the newly wed Husband.
On this holy hued day,
Colours yet to fade off.
Only Once..
With yoursVis-a-visI learnt to rate myself!I comparedAll my skies,My shapes,Their Centres and circumferences!And I turned at lastInto a mere mapIn the geography bookOf your eyes.
In the hues of midnight
Bees on shy flowers cite-adore your beauty in theirsongs humming-low,moonshine and raindrops embellish your skin glow.
Who cares if you exist
Ladders used till climbing ends.
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Strange but true
Through valleys, seas, sky
Blue.
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Your memories make a desert
Upon the sands of time.
The news reached me
After moments of your sad demise.And within the fractionOf a second-The thin air aroundCaught fire, became violent
ପ୍ରତିଦିନ ସକାଳେ ସଂଧ୍ୟାରେ
ଭାସୁଥିଲା ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀରେ… ଯେଉଁ ମାଟି, ପାଣି ଓ ପଦନ-ପ୍ରତି ରାତି କଳା ଅନ୍ଧାରରେତିନି କାଳେ, ମନ ର ଶେଯ ରେଭାରି ଖୁସି ଖୁସି ଥିବା ମନେ… ଯାହା ସ୍ମୃତି ଥିଲା ମୋ ଜୀବନ-ପ୍ରତି ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ର ଦର୍ପଣ ରେତିଳ ତିଳ ଜଳିବା ବେଳା ରେଭାବନା ର ସାରା ଇଲାକା ରେ… ତୁମ ଛବି ଦେଉଛି ଚୁମ୍ବନ ।।
A drop of innocent’s blood
Simulates ocean of widow’s tears
Come this moment
In any form you love…In any form you like…To answer my call,Call of my wildness,Call of my distress,Call of my lonely soul,Call of my craving heart.Answer, Darling! Answer-Give me your lip-less kisses,On the cheeks of my dreams,On the forehead of my Screams,On the eyelids of my dozing soul,On the skin of my heart and skull.Kiss…
You were my teacher
When I started to explore.
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Blue and vast
Expanding to contain all.
Accommodating.
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Jealousy is like a tsunami
On the shores beside.
Dreams die never with distance
When love conquered frightful death.
ଓଦା ଓଦା ଚମ, ଲୋମ,
ରମଣ ଲାଳସା-କାନ ମୂଳେବୈଶାଖ ର ଛୁଆଁ ।ଏ ବେଳ ରେମଶାଣୀ କୁ ବେଢିଥିବାତାଳ ବଣ ବରଡା ଫାଙ୍କ ରୁଜହ୍ନ ହସୁଥାଏ-ସଜ ସଜତୁଳସୀ ଓ ଚନ୍ଦନ ବାସ୍ନା ରେ ।।ତମ ଚୁଡିଖନ ଖନ ଶୁଭିଯାଏଶୀତ ରାତିଧୂଆଁ ଧୂଆଁ ନିଷ୍ପ୍ର୍ରଭତାବେଢିଥିବା ନଇପଠାଉଲଗ୍ନ ଅନ୍ଧାରେ।।ଏବେ ଏବେବୈଧବ୍ୟ ର ସୁରେ,କ୍ରମଶ8 ନିରବି ଯାଉଥିବାଅଜନ୍ମା ବିରହ ର ରାଗେଗାଉଥିବା ଚକୋରୀ ଓଠ ରେମିଳନ ର ରଙ୍ଗ ଲାଗିଯାଏ ।।।ଖୋଜିବା ର ସେଇ କେତେ ଦିନତୁମକୁ ପାଇବା ପାଇଁରାତି-ଦିନ ଏକ କରି ଦେଇଥିବାଅଲୋଡା ପକ୍ଷୀ ରକ୍ଳାନ୍ତ…
ବର୍ଷା ଏବେ
ବାଆ ବହେଦମକାଏ-ଥରିଯାଏଆଖି, ଓଠ, ଛାତି ।ମନ ହୁଏଯାଆନ୍ତି ମୁଁ ଫେରିପୁରୁଣା ସେ ଦେହ ଅଗଣା କୁଗଲା ଦିନ ମିଠା ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ନେଇଆସୁଥିବା ଫୁଲେଇ ଜହ୍ନ ରକାନେ କାନେ ଗାଇବାକୁଚୁମ୍ବନ ରଉଷ୍ମ, ମଧୁ ଗୀତି ।।
Jealousy is the rain like
In the first week of her puberty.
Ever since I saw the pair-
I was astonished.Not because whyThey were so charmingIn the faces ofBabies, Newly born,Lovers, Newly grown,Mothers, Newly become,But because they appearSo differentAt different modes of life!In different moments of life ! !
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Of green leaves
For the tired Traveller.
Comforting.
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ଏ ନୀଳ ଜହ୍ନ ର
ମତୁଆଲା କଇଁ ଆଖି,ଅଧା ରାତି, ଅଧା-ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ବେଦୀମୋ ପ୍ରେମ ର ସାକ୍ଷୀ ।।
Apes are creatures
There is nothing to eat.
The Cosmic rays
That bear your essenceLike ever before,While you were here,There and everywhere.
Laughter is the cosmic tune of love
In the face of an estranged mirror.
Life’s ways are diverse
And pains of separationhave ever been a toyon the sands of timewriting and wiping a way.In search of anonymitysince I was a boy,Lost in the crowds of lonelystars in the milky wayShores of Oceans betweenYou, me and the smiles coy.Wings get tiredat the end of each day,Paths are never tiedTo the destinies we try,Hopes make…
When would you dear?
In my eyes,In my words,In my thoughts,So much so thatYou would start to exploreAll the secrets of my heart,And understand me direct,And my urges,And my feelings private,Without a single wordAnd do as I anticipateWithout asking for? ?
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For rising Suns-of-hope
And Moons of dreams.
Manifesting.
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Gandhi and Mandela were great.
Statues are easy to erect.
War is a path
To create borders anytime, anywhere.
You are
Of the book of agapeFull of pages of eros,Laden withLines of romances,Commas of pathos, andFull stops of separation.
To which world
So sudden, off me,My sphere of life,Whose attraction,Which dream, and whatGreat craving was it thatSnatched you from me?For whom wasIn this heartSo much love,So intense affinity,An eternal stream ofProfound affections,Whose cursed lookDid burn all this worldOf my dreams and desires? ?This is a translation of the poemସଖୀ-01 (Sakhi_01)/Odia PoembySubhas Chandra Chakra
She asked for the wishes
from the great Lord Shivaafter years of austerityto please the God of Gods.Little did she know-that her wisheswill be grantedin the most unnatural wayin the life followingthat would cost hera life no lesshumiliating than the hell,a life no lessrewarding than the heaven.
On this holy hued day,
Colours yet to fade off.
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Below everyone’s feet
Like a mother’s lap.
Buttressing.
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ଜନମ ଜନମ
ସଖୀ ମୋର ଚିର କାଳ,ପଲକ ରେ ଦିଶପଲକେ ନ ଦିଶଖେଳ ଲୁଚୁକାଳି ଖେଳ ।।
Your green and hazel eyes
Snake through valley of my soul.
I am plump, buxom
Relatively happyTo shoulder the loadOf only a single head,And carry the dustand dirt oilyall through the weeks.Unlike the bitches andthe girls in the beaches-changing a holding handevery alternative night,and the ones in the capitalwho change their partyevery next termfrom Left to Right.I work for thesame head,Same smell, good or bad,Same name,same fameNever my luck to…
I want not
that never touches the landthat never bathesthe dirt and dustof the tiny landscapeborn out of her,brought up along with,craves to be with her.I want to bejust a pool to caterto the needs ofmy neighbours aroundpeople, plants or animalsbirds or ants,fishes or snakesEveryone therewho does gather.
ଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ କେତେ ଦିନ ପାଇଁ
ଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ କେତେ ବର୍ଷ ଧରିଆମେ ବାଣ୍ଟୁଥିବା କାନ୍ଦ, ହସ? ?ତମ ସାଥେ ଏକା ଆସନ ରେବସି ଥିଲି ସେ ଦିନ ଯେଉଁଠି-ତମ କଥା ମନେ ପକାଉଚିଏବେ ବସି ବସି ମୁଁ ସେଇଠି ।।ଭାବୁଚି ମୁଁ ଆଉ କେତେ ଦିନଭେଟିବି ମୁଁ ତୁମକୁ ଏଠାରେ-କେତେ ଦିନ, କେତେ ରାତି ଆଉଖୋଜୁଥିବି ଏ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ଛାତ ରେ ।।
ଏବେ ଆଉ ମୋ ଭିତରେ
ସବୁ କିଛି ମିଠା ମିଠାସପନ ରେ ଆଗ ପରି ଭରିଗଲାତୁମ ସ୍ବର, ଯାଦୁକରୀ ମହକ, ପରଶ ।।ମୋ ଭିତରେ ତମେ ଏବେଭରିଗଲ କୋଣେ ଅନୁ କୋଣେଜୀବନର ସାରା ରାସ୍ତା, ସୀମା ସରହଦ,ଏବେ ଆଉ ହେଉନାହିଁ ଅବୁଝା ଅବୋଧଜଳୁନାହିଁ ମନ ଏବେ, କାମନାରେ, ବାସନାରେଝୁରୁନାହିଁ ନୀଳ ବେଦନାରେ, ହଜୁନାହିଁ ନିଦ ।।
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Of elegant angels
With pious-lust for life
Never-ending.
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It was a pleasure
to be in armsin each other’s arms,to yearn for the charmsand the warmth of those moments.The moments whenwe read the eyelidsspeaking to each other,we fed the nervesreaching close and closer,we had our breastsinches away,our heartsbeating with the pulsesof the other one,resonating at par!The moment is gone,my dear, you’rewithin my heartlike a blue ball of firethough…
Love
Of green leavesFor the tired Traveller.Comforting.
A moment,
With you,Made me forgetThe burning of the ages past,The suffocations andThe searches for youIn the outskirts ofTime and Space,The painstakingMillions of momentsOf separation.Those few momentsAnd those wordsflooded me with a blue fire,Brought high waves of thirst-For the nectar of your touch.Awakened within meAn unstoppable urge,And triggeredA lust for life.
Take me there alone
To a placeOn this planet of love.Where the seas neverBathed me nakedlike my mum in the bath tub.To a placeWhere the forests neverShaded my bare skinWith their towel of shade.To a placeWhere the buds neverLooked at my faceEnvy at their blooming heart.To a placeWhere the windsnever heard my namewith so sweet a tone.To a placewhere…
ତୁମକୁ ଛାଡି ଏଇଠି
ଆଜି ମନ ବଳୁନାହିଁ ଜମା-ତୁମରି ଆଗେ ଏଇଠିବସି ମୁଁ ରହନ୍ତିଯାଆନ୍ତି ନି କେଉଁଠି କି ଜମା…ଆଜି ଯାଏ କରୁଥିଲଯାଦୁ ମୋ ଉପରେତୁମ ଆଖି ନୀଳ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେ-ଆଜି ମୋତେ ବାନ୍ଧି ନେଲଜନ୍ମ ଜନ୍ମ ପାଇଁତୁମ ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷର ରେ….ଆଖି ଆଖି ଚାହାଣୀ ରେତିୁମ, ଥିଲା ଗୋଟେଉଷୁମ ପରଶତୁମ ରକ୍ତିମ ଓଠ ର-ଆଜି ଏଇ ନୀଳ ଚିଠିନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷର ରେଉଷ୍ମତମ ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ, ତୁମ ଅନ୍ତର ର…ତୁମ ଟିକି କାହାଣୀ ରେଆଜି ଗୋଟେ ମୋଡଆଣି ଦେଉ ଶବ୍ଦ ର…
Wrap the child
instead of noisy words,the heap of words thatpreach him,teach him, andsnatch happinessand spontaneity of lifeoff him.For silenceteaches betterthan words can do.Silence isthe mother of everythingthat occupies space,that resonates with time,that brings harmonyin all that fillsthis Universe-With essence of Truth,with fragrance of love,with urges to manifestin the particles of matter,in the petals of flowers.
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Enjoyed, not played,
On unseen grounds, hearts,
Spontaneous.
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Both are mammals
Both expand their territory.One becomes history,the other a bad story.One mesmerizesSo much thatPoets become petsAmbitions become fates.A priest becomes thiefThe weaker becomes the chief.Donkeys fake Horses,Monkeys make Verses,Humps fill the roads,Speeches, write the toads,Trees forget the shadesRazors need no blades, .Dreamer sleeps or begs,The eyes look at legs.Barren land looks fertile,Crops grow in fileOdes sung…
ଏବେ ମୋର ଦିନ ଆଉ ରାତି
ତୁମ ସ୍ମୃତି ବିଜଡିତ ଯେତେ ସବୁମୋ ଭିତର, ମୋ ବାହାରଛୁଉଁଥିବା ମାଟି ପାଣି ପବନର ଗୀତିଶୀତ ସକାଳର ହିମ, ନିଦାଘ ର ତାତି ।।
ଆଜି ଭାରି ଉଦାସ ଲାଗୁଛି,
ଖୋଲିବା ଵେଳଠୁତମ କଥାବାର ବାର ମନରେ ଆସୁଛି,ଲାଗୁଛି ଯେମିତି ଆଉଦେଖା ହେବ ନାହିଁ ।।ତମେ ବୋଧେଆଜି ଟିକେ ବିଷର୍ଣ ରହିଛ…ସବୁବେଳେ ଖୁସି ଖୁସି ଥିବା ତମମୁହଁର ଆକାଶେମେଘ ଢଙ୍କା କାଳିମା ବୋଳିଛ…କାହା ସହ ଜମା ବେଶୀକଥା ହେଉନାହିଁ,ଆଗ ପରି ଚଳଦଳ,ଚପଳ, ଚଞ୍ଚଳସେମିତିକା ଆଜି ଜମା ନାହଁ ।।ଇଏ ବୋଧେଅନାଗତ ଦୂରତାରଆଗୁଆ ସଙ୍କେତ….କିଛିଦିନ ପାଇଁ ଆମେଦୂରେ ଦୂରେ ପୁଣିଥରେବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କରିବାରଆଖି ଆଉ ଓଠ ର ପହଞ୍ଚ-ସୀମା ଆର ପାରେକିଛି କାଳ ଆଉ ଥରେବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ ହେବ…ଏ ତାହାର ସବୁଜ…
Monkeys learnt to speak
And voiced their minds out.They sang their feelingsOf pains and pleasuresOf meetings and partingsEmerging out of their days.The tradition went on and onTill one day someone wanted-Again to store and preserveWhat some of them saidAs none loved to forgetAnd lose what once had they had.The Sun of Words had risenIn the eastern sky, thenIlluminated the…
The moon-shine at night
In their starry looksEngulfing meIn my dreams.Occasionally,A gush of airShakesme off –My dream is shakenNew facesNew smilesReplace the old onesI get back toMy drowsy landOf dreams, fresh yet alien.
The Cosmic rays
That bear your essenceLike ever before,While you were here,There and everywhere.
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From Rock hearts
Flows down lust-free minds.
Perennial.
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It was a pleasure
to be in armsin each other’s arms,to yearn for the charmsand the warmth of those moments.The moments whenwe read the eyelidsspeaking to each other,we fed the nervesreaching close and closer,we had our breastsinches away,our heartsbeating with the pulsesof the other one,resonating at par!The moment is gone,my dear, you’rewithin my heartlike a blue ball of firethough…
A rainbow appears from nowhere
His long awaiting thirsty lips.
You, my dear,
My dearest beingOn my EarthNot because youLook beautiful,Not because youTouch passionateNot because youKiss affectionate,Not because youEmbrace warmly,But because youBelieve me firmlyBut because youAccept as your OnlyOne and OnlyIntimate FriendUnconditionally.
ଧଳା ଧଳା ଆଖି ପତା ମେଲି
ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଆକାଶୀ ଆଖି ରେ-ନି8ସଙ୍ଗତା, ଖାଁ ଖାଁ, ବର୍ଷା ର ବିରହ ।।ଶେଫାଳୀ ର ଟପ୍ ଟପ୍ ଲୁହ,ସକାଳ ର ଚିକିମିକି ଘାସ ର ଚିବୁକେ-କୋହ ମୋହ ସ୍ମୃତି ର ଆଞ୍ଚୁଡା-କୋହ ମୋହ ଗଭୀର କ୍ଷତ ରେ ।।ଯୁଗ ର ସାଇତା ସ୍ୱପ୍ନଟଳ ମଳ ଆଖି ର କଜଳେ,ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଛବି ଫୁଟି ଉଠେ-ଲୁହ ର କାକର ଆଉମଲା ଜହ୍ନି ଫୁଲ ର ଓଠ ରେ ।।ଝାଳୁଆ ଶରତ ସଞ୍ଜଅନ୍ଧାର ରେ ଜକଜକ କରେ-ସଞ୍ଜ ଦୀପ,…
I must do it
In my own wayand style-Whether it pleases you or not,Whether it smoothes yoursdreams, desire, plansand myriad agendasset by the society or not,I don’t care,I dare walk the talk,with the soul within,I dare think aloudI dare talk in silence,I dare run the remaining milesWithout a horse below,without a roof above,without a book along,without a scripturepreloaded with…
For you
But a story-Eternal,that conquers deathand the Ethereal timeand space.For youthis planetis an eternal scriptwritten inalphabets of immortalityon the paper heartsof your million loverswith an indelibleink of love.The choice ofTime, place and personfor this momentof seprationmay be was not yours-But the voidyou createdis certainly ours,chosen solely by us.
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Of pages unread
With chapters of seasons
Mysterious.
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I hear a knocksoft, yet prevailinga little away,at this hour of the dawnwhen the Sunis yet to riseand greet the worldin and aroundwith its radiant orangeshine with a smile,and inspiring the travelerlike meto walk an extra mile.I hear froma not so far distancesomeone whispersso erotic inthe ears of the budsto open their eyeswith a smiletowards…
ସେ ଦିନ ସପନେ ଥିଲ ମୋର,
ମନ ମିତ, ସବୁ କିଛି ଆଣିଦେଉଥିଲା, ସେଇ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେ ।ମୋ ଅନ୍ତର ମିତ ମୋତେ ଦେଲାଜୀବନ ର ନୀଳ ଅନୁଭୂତି,ମୋ ଦେହ ର ସାରା ମାନଚିତ୍ରେ –ଦେଉଥିଲା ବୋକ-ଭରା-ତାତି ।।
You made my life-
With your love and care.BlueWith your looks and stare.GreenWith your dreams, divine.YellowWith your holy, pious, shine.BrightWith your passionate kiss.And darkWith your touches, I miss.On this auspiciousMoment of your birthWish you allThat keeps you warm,That makes you firm,That gives you peace,That delivers you blissThat renders you charmThat does no harm.That sings of loveAnd songs of my…
In that deadly moment,
You from me.My Earth stoppedIts revolution,The Sun absconding fromMy gravitational pulls.
War is a cup of venom
By someone supposed to protect it!
On this day of your sad demise
Oh queen of my dreamsIn the teen heartsthat me and crores alike-felt for you…On this sadand painful momentof this dayI prayfor your placeIn the land of GodWith eternal peace andDivine bliss and harmony.
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It is the glorious,
Feeling
The Whole World
Should be made of.
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The brilliance of the Sun,
The waters never part,When you’re alone,Loving, owns the Sea,Not just the foam,Loving, you are sharing,The same Throne.Happiness knows not,A better form,The heart, of thisIs mostly, well informed,Love, the deepest feelingEver known,The Miracle,That everyone should own.
In the pillars of desire,
Every sentiment that blends,Me to you, and does aspire,To immortalize our love,With a thrill that never ends,With much more than just desire.
I live within my films,
The ones I’ll never leave behind,That won’t stay still,The ones I don’t forget, will not forgetThat thru the years become a part of me,Move in my heart, live in my mind,Those moving films,That in my memory will shineA happiness,That no where else I’ll find.
The World should belong
That cannot be intimidatedThose that aspire to doNo wrong,And should not be run,By those that can be boughtOr made to sub-perform,But each Country hasThe government it deservesSo it’s up to usTo become better, not be fooled,Or led by paleontological demagoguesPoliticians with dictatorial aspirations,That promise all to everyoneAnd then, all take, all want, to own,You reap…
Love and Let Live,
All the rest,Is playing with fire!
Forest, dull and dreary,
I climb, climb, looking,For you, in the icy snows,My heart thinks it knows,But sees nothing Clearly.What feeds the heart, but Love?Blood, only secondary,I lost you dreaming of,A Tale told by a Fairy.Alone now and Forever,Your words remain so still,The rivers have stopped flowing,And maybe I soon will.
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Don’t ask me why,
I don’t know,
I can’t tell,
Why it’s an inexplicable feeling,
A palpitating Star,
That All should have,
Before they die.
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Song of the Lonely,
I love you only,You’re in my heart!Parting forever,Forever, apart,Song of the lonely,Now in my heart.
In the solitude of unrest,
The poet are blessedBy their art,In a world of confusionAnd interests that groanAnd tear you apart,Not knowing whereTo turn,Consolation and peaceHave to comeFrom within,As we learn how to swimIn the muddy waters ofPerfidy, duplicityAnd sin,Where life searchesIts tragic endingAnd honesty,Cannot win!
Music,
The one you cannot see or touch,Except with your heart.
Let the dice roll,
With problems, not honeySo, remember this,People will do anythingFor moneyTake care of yourselfWalk straightAnd don’t do anything funny.Remember,When you gamble with fireCrime or desireYou may lose your freedomYour life and your money.
Even though we do need money,
For a poet, Words are Honey,Without which, he can’t survive.
Looking for answers,
That Lost Star,Has never come my way,I have tried to find itIn the Sky so far and high,But there are no answers,No matter what I try.
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Harder to define.
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Love is not desire
DesireIn Love,Intervenes,Love’s a specialFire,Without whichLife is,But emptyDreams.
What would a Poet be,
A wordless page,A silent stage,An empty rhyme,No where in Time,Without his dignity.What can a Poet be,Without Love?A Soul that’s lost,A silent heart,That falls apart,Looking for Light,When all is dark!Liberty and Love,That’s what PoetsAre made of.
Yes,
Played on a piano of metaphors,Each one having his unique imageHis way of saying, poetically,The original sentiments that make poets free,All of this owned, very personally.The rest is heart,Resoundingly blown,By a wind of words,For each his own,Their very soul.
Certain films,
They make me float,In worlds, remoteSo very far awayWhere I can dreamAnd follow streams,Imagination, stealBe happy, sadEven be glad,While knowingNothing’s real.
I’m a Poet Hunter,
I can kill a poem,Just to have some fun.We are unarmed Hunters,Won’t you join us now,Use imagination,We will teach you how,Open up your good heart,Love will enter then,Imagery will follow,Sounds of ecstasy,And before you know it,You’ll have Poetry.
If we all were sincere poets,
What a World of peace and comfort,We could then, together be.
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Of two birds
Nurturing the same dream..
Passionate.
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Dry leaves drift off ant-hill
Love to shower burning hearts
ରୀତି ନୀତି
ଲୀନ ହୁଏସବୁ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନସମୟ ରମହା ସମୁଦ୍ର ରେ…ପ୍ରତି ଦେହ,ଦେହାତୀତ-ପ୍ରେମ ତୀବ୍ର ହୁଏସାଥେ ସାଥେଭାସି ଯାଏଅବଶେଷେ,ସମୟ ସେପାରେ….
It is really
like a goodbye letter,recalling all greatand sorrowful eventsthat slipped betweenthe thin silver liningon the dark and blackcloudsof separationthat engulfed uswith its tough and sharp,bare and cold hands.And just becauseI couldn’tmake myselfto tell you goodbye,I leave my wordsto console you..’:Because, as and whenyou would be lonely,and you may missthose bygone daysthat you spent with me,you will…
The virgin kiss of
the moment of questfor you,was touching me, andall my secret yet shy lesspubic zones oflimbless youth.Your face was reflectedOn the stale and stiff surface ofthe lake water,in the mist of ourby gone nuptial bedswet with the unexpectedsummer rains of our dream.On the green, indelible smilesOf the disobedient creeperRushing into the meadowsOf sexless nightsSpent in the…
Since that moment of separation
A traveller without his destination.
Love
Bathe in itLike you did neverFulfilling.
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Soothing and quenching
Eternal thirst of waiting.
Gratifying.
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A night of sleepless bed
just before the light house.
There was a miracle
As the first sun shineTouched meAs if it whisperedSomething in my ears-A news-Secret yet frightening,Small yet devastating,It increased the beats-My heart swelled to explode.As if, all of suddenMillion tides rushedInto the banks ofOur river of separation.It saidYou are leaving today!A smoky cloud wasCovering the distant valley,Blurring the vision,All your memories, at once,Were all invoked within…
You are
My existence,The very essence ofMy subtlenessThe strength ofMy bonding heartThe feebleness ofMy soul desires.You areThe limit of myLimitless love for you.The continuity of myEver interrupted,Ever discontinuousEfforts to unite with,To be withAnd without you.
ରାତି ର ଅନ୍ଧାରେ
ଚୋରା ଚାହାଣୀ ର ନିଆଁ,ସଖୀ ମୋର ମନ-କଥା ବୁଝି ଦିଏଓଠ ଧାରେ ମିଠା ଛୁଆଁ ।।
You are my teacher
When my tiny footsteps tumbled.
ଆଜି ବଡ଼ ଦିନ!
ଦିବ୍ୟ ଶିଶୁଟିରଶୁଭ ଜନ୍ମଦିନ,ଦୁନିଆର କୋଣେ କୋଣେକୋଟିଏ କଣ୍ଠରେ ତା’ରଜୟ ଜୟ ଗାନ! !ଏମିତିକା ଲଗନ ରେଜାଣିଛ କି, ମୁଁ ଭାବୁଛି କ’ଣ?ତମେ ଯଦି ଆସିଥାନ୍ତଆଉ ଗୋଟେ ଯୁଗର ଆଗରୁଆଜି ଏଇ ଲଗନ ରମହାର୍ଘ ବେଳାରେ –ଆମେ ଭେଟିଥାନ୍ତେ ଆଜିକେଉଁ ବେଳା ବୁକୁ ପାଶେସମୁଦ୍ର ଧାରରେଅବା କେଉଁହୋଟେଲ ବା ରେସ୍ତାରୋଁ ରେମହମ ର ଲିଭନ୍ତ ଆଲୋକେ,ଚିକ୍ ମିକ୍ କରୁଥିବା ଦୁହିଁଙ୍କରମୁହଁ ଝାଳ, ଲୁହର କାକରେଆଗାମୀ ବରଷ ପାଇଁଶୁଭେଚ୍ଛା ବାର୍ତ୍ତା ରେ ।।
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meaningful shaken with the hand
would you be the catcher in the rye
built our cute house on the easy sand?
Sylvia Frances Chan© copyright Sat Aug 27 – 2011 – All Rights Reserved
A summerday in summer
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apa itu Oasis?Sesuatu seperti kebahagiaan Tuhan?Tentu saja tidakSebuah oasis di rumah artinya lain.pula.Damai untuk dirimu sendiri dan tidak ada orang lain di sekitarmu.tetapi sebuah oasis di padang pasir adalah arti sebenarnyadari kata ‘oasis’, lihat foto.Hari ini sangat indah cuacanyabahwa keadaan di pantai ada segalanyakecuali sebuah ‘oasis’,kita juga tahu pepatah Belanda:seperti apa istirahat di oasis,tapi hari…
Nu bid ik het gebed dat Jezus me geleerd heeft:
U die hier bij ons bent en ons liefheeft,U die alle macht hebt in hemel en aarde,U die mij bemint en me draagt,Uw naam worde geheiligd.Uw wil moet gebeuren hier op aarde zoals in de hemel.Uw koninkrijk moet toenemen op de aarde in elk gebied van de samenleving.Vergeef ons onze fouten, zoals wij hen vergeven…
Down To Normandy Beach….
when you walk through the all-colored bluehorizontal touch with the high brightness of the skyI’ve been here so many times, each time a different view,so impressive to watchanother scene another green last I gettypical old beach landscape embellished by flawless yieldsthis is the most adorable area ever seennever tedious amongst all those exciting hills I’ve…
terwijl we met elkaar vervlochten liggen,
wissen zoete elementen van de komende dagonze gezichten zullen tinten hebben,er zijn geen hintenbotsingen van liefde, vreugdevolle spelen in het hooi, onze rotzooigeschorst, volledig ontvouwd,terwijl we met elkaar vervlochten liggen,tedere duwtjes in het hooi,komt wat kan, wat er ook gebeurt,op deze mooiste dag….This is a translation of the poemUtterance Of Love….bySylvia Frances Chan
I have heard this from a good friend
so I have mine like this in an Essay Poem:A young man had a girlfriend,he was getting tired of her,because she sent him messages every hour,that said ‘I miss you’ or ‘I love you’.One night before bedtime, he received a message,but rather than read it, he went to sleep.In the morning he was awakened by…
God Is Always The Greatest….
God is always the greatestand the most beautifulHe can be trustedyou will not regretto believe in Him is to see and experience miraclesNo one can match HimOra Et LaboraPray And TimeSylvia TjanSunday, November 1,2020This is a translation of the poemTuhan Selalu Yang Terbesar….bySylvia Frances Chan
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Rendered with heart
Brings spring on Earth.
Fulfilling.
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You, my dear,
My dearest beingOn my EarthNot because youLook beautiful,Not because youTouch passionateNot because youKiss affectionate,Not because youEmbrace warmly,But because youBelieve me firmlyBut because youAccept as your OnlyOne and OnlyIntimate FriendUnconditionally.
You spilled a beam of air
At my earlobes, as usual you do!I felt your essenceAlmost of those daysWhile you laidYour whispering lips coo…! !I was then talking of that lassFar from the north horizon-Who made such a barter of things!To have me as her hub of lifeShe would exchange all her wealthIf I planted a kiss on her nudeAnd share…
The first dog
at her will,wherever shelikes to flee,whenever sheloves to turnlike a free bird.The second dogfollows herreligiously,Sticks to her shadow,Licks the same plateas and when she does.For him, it becomesthe need of the hour.And the God of Erosblesses him, in a while.The third dogwatches all, silentlyfrom a distancewith his eyes blank,blurred with incompetence,Submits to the setting SunOf…
Whatever action
however rudeyou may become,I would neversuccumb to theevil nexusyou people haveagainst the oneswho dare to dreamamidst all obstaclesamidst all odds,To free this worldfrom lethargic slumber,on thorny beds of ageless Ego,from the lethal weaponsof mass destructionthat might one dayerase the memoriesand imprints ofthe great civilizationsfor all eternity.
The sound of forcing a smile
Violin with strings loose.
Once upon a time
When others in slumberShe was getting ready.She had got a uniformGiven by the state-That made her so warmEven when she’s late.She was ever happyWhatever paid her office,She knew the art to makeHer dear days suffice.People loved to fearThe Uniform she was in,Whomever she called everHe had to give in.Her lips were red hotWith sticks of…
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Of tear dried
On the lover’s cheek
Nostalgic.
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In slow momentum
My being,My edges,My curves,The whole of my womanlinessSo uncertain,Within the defining hugsAnd these narrow bracesI am falling intoThe vast well of warmthWithin you.
From dawn to dusk
From dusk to dawnI think for you,When do I think of themwho are born of menot through you?You pay me forWhat and how I workFor you and your gains.I never blame the SunIn the noon for it’s hotNor to the rains.Althrough the nightMy nerves tense forWhat the work next lay,From home to officeI run for…
These are the eyes
A fireOf angerIn a defeated leader,Of hungerIn a shrewd pleader,Of hatredIn a inhuman rapist,Of betrayalIn an IS terrorist,Of passionIn a bird watcher,Of desireIn a sensual lover.Why do these eyes beamSo different each time,With this fire?
Although
The Sun has never set, for ever.The moon has never betrayed,The Clouds have never stopped flying,The Ocean has never numbed,The eyes have never ceased to dream,The droplets of dew, of tears at nightHave never gone dry at all!They were there, all along…When you talked to my heart,When you whispered into my ears,When you sang in…
Love
Sing with itLike a tiny kidThrilling.
ରାତି ସାରା
ଦରଜା ବିମୁକୁଳା ରଖିଲି,କାଳେ ତମେକେତେବେଳେମୋ ପାଖ କୁଲେଉଟିବ ବୋଲି ।ଅଥଚସକାଳେ ଦେଖେଅନ୍ତ ହୀନ ପ୍ରତୀକ୍ଷା ରସଫେଦ ଚାଦର ମୋରଲୋଚା କୋଚାଅନ୍ତର ଟା ପରିସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ବୋଳାରାତି ର ବିଛଣାଗୋଟା ଛାଏଁସେଇମିତି ଖାଲି ।।
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Keep it up
With all your heart
Contending.
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The summer rain is here.
for the peacock in love.
Apes are those on Earth
With free boats on the bank.
War is a food of hatred
Served in public.
Why do you
Is it becauseI know notHow to cheatBut to believeAnd be cheated easily?Is it becauseI know notHow to lootBut to serveAnd be exploited daily?Is it becauseI know notHow to fakeBut to makeAnd be sold cheaply?
I want to live
another century moretillAll water in Gangahave flown downthe bay of Bengalwith all the bloodclotted on the veinsof nymph politiciansand looters of the moneythat belong to my fellow men.I am impatient to seethat day dawnon my lovely landalthough I knowit would take longerthan it is expected,may be three or fourdecades will be gonebefore that Sunrises in…
Jealousy is like the fire
Where it was born.
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Bathe in it
Like you did never
Fulfilling.
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ସମ୍ପର୍କ ର ନାମ ଟିଏ
ଅଚାନକ ଡୋର ଛିଣ୍ଡି ଗଲା,କଳା ମେଘ ଉଠାଇ ଆକାଶେବର୍ଷିବା ଆଗରୁକେଣେ ହଜିଗଲା?
Have you ever,
Lifted a bleeding childInto your armsFollowing a road accidentThat just killed its parents?Taken a wounded beggarOn the roadTo a nearby hospital? ?But I have…For I am a fatherAnd a friendA friend for all fraternity.
ପାଶେ ଥିଲେ
ଆମେ ଦୁହେଁ ଅଜଣା, ଅଚିହ୍ନା-ଦୁଇ ଦେହ,ଦୁଇ ମନ,ବାସ୍ନାୟିତ ଆତ୍ମା ର ଅଗଣା ।
As the moon
up in the zenith,the songsof myriad heartsshower downas moonshine uponthe naked skinof nocturnal beautyspread overmiles and miles ofsilent landscape,dozing with aunflickering smilewet with therains of dreams.In the dungeonof a lover’s heartthe veil of darknessis torn apartas the soul dancesto the tune ofthe singing skylarksfrom the distant shoresof byegone seasons.The Moonshinestarts singingto break the silencethat had…
In you,
I have lostMy shapes,My horizons,My outlines,Edges that defineWhole of me.In slow momentumYou grip me,My uneasy being,My uncertain edges,My hesitating curves,The whole of my womanlinessSo uncertain,Within your defining hugsAnd those narrow bracesI am falling intoThe vast well of warmthWithin you.Little by littleI feel you brace,Your ever tighteningEmbraces unevenOver my skin deep essence,My uncertain edgesYour warm shadows…
A hypocrite’s reality show up-
To the newly wed Husband.
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Written on lips
Blue with life’s waiting
Reuniting.
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Take me there alone
To a placeOn this planet of love.Where the seas neverBathed me nakedlike my mum in the bath tub.To a placeWhere the forests neverShaded my bare skinWith their towel of shade.To a placeWhere the buds neverLooked at my faceEnvy at their blooming heart.To a placeWhere the windsnever heard my namewith so sweet a tone.To a placewhere…
A man booked for torturing
A Galileo is set free.
God of all the worlds
Cry the tears of blood.
I have no words
No words to condoleno words to utterto reveal the intensityof painful wavesthat surge withinon hearing yoursad demisebefore one could imagineor apprehend ofa farewell unwanted.
A news of glee
Ignites the dark forest of melancholyWith a flame of ecstasyAnd a warmth of kissing lips.
ତମେ ମୋର
ବୁହାଇଛ ସଂପର୍କ ର ମୋହ,ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ଭିଜାଶିରା ରେ ଶିରା ରେବଞ୍ଚିବା ର ଦୁନିର୍ବାର ମୋହ ।ଅସ୍ଥି-ଅସ୍ଥି,ମଜ୍ଜା ରେ ମଜ୍ଜା ରେତୁମ-ଗତପ୍ରାଣ ରେ ପ୍ରାଣ ରେମାଟି, ପାଣି, ଆକାଶ ରେ,ତୁମେ ମୟ ଏ ସାରା ବିଶ୍ୱ ରେଖାଲି ତୁମେ,ଖାସ୍ ତୁମସ୍ମୃତି, ଅନୁଭୂତି, ଅଭିବ୍ୟକ୍ତି ।।ଏବେ ଖାଲିଏଇ ମୋରଆଖି ଆଉ ଅକ୍ଷର ରେତୁମ ପରିଚୟ.ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ଆଉ ସଙ୍କେତ ରସାରା ବ୍ୟାପ୍ତି,ସୀମା ସରହଦେ-ଏବେ ଚରିଯାଏ ନୀଳ,ଭରିଯାଏମୋ ସାରା ଜଗତ-ନୀଳ ନାଳ ଛୁଆଁ ରେ ତୁମର।।
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Written on heart
With indelible pink alphabets
Eternal.
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The fading desert moon shines
Nobody cares nor does stare.
Like the parabola,
is the locusof a moving pointthat moves so thatIt keeps same distance apartFrom a fixed point, the focusand a fixed line, the directrix.Same is the casewith my life around you.For as I have moved alongthis path of life-I have noticedmyself never so farfrom you,nor ever close enoughto be with you.You have always beena centre of…
ତୁମ କଥା
ତୁମେ କଣଅଜାଣତେ ମୋରମୋ ଉପରେକିମିଆ କରିଚ?କେତେ ବେଳେମୋ ହୃଦୟ ଫରୁଆ କୁତୁମ ମନ ସାତ ତାଳପାଣି ପଙ୍କ ତଳେଲୁଚାଇ ଦେଇଛ-ଅଲକ୍ଷ୍ୟ ରେ ମୋ ଉପରେ କେବେଯାଦୁ ଛଡ଼ି ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀ ରମୋ ଉପରେ ବୁଲାଇ ଦେଇଛ? ?ନ ହେଲେ ମୁଁ ଅଚାନକଏତେ ବେଶିଆଗ ଠୁ ଅଲଗା ଭଲାହେଲି ଯେ କେମିତି? ?
Both of them eager to find-
Laser Torches versus the lantern.
Someone must be there.
soft, yet prevailinga little away,at this hour of the dawnwhen the Sunis yet to riseand greet the worldin and aroundwith its radiant orangeshine with a smile,and inspiring the travellerlike meto walk an extra mile.
ଝରକା ର ରେଲିଂ ବାହାରେ
ବିଜୁଳି ର ଗାରେକଳା ମେଘ ଆର ପାଖୁଁତୁମ ଆଖିଦୁଷ୍ଟାମି ରେ ଭରାଚମକାଇ ଦିଏ,ଥରେ ଛାତି ।ଏ ବେଳା ରେକେହି ଅବାଗାଉ ଥାଏଭିତରେ ଭିତରେମେଘ ଦୂତ ସୁରେ ଭିଜାପ୍ରଣୟ ଆରତୀ ।।
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Mesh it up
With dishes of desire
Resurrecting.
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Alphabets Of Politicians: The A’s- 03
Alphabets of politicsAnd politicians pave the wayAnd facilitates.And whatever you plan to do, evenAvenge in a wayAt the cost ofanything or anyone who comesacross your way.And never forget toask someonein publicaloud and alluringabout the mishapand distress he went throughafter it’s over and gone.Alphabets of politicsAnd politicians pave the wayAnd facilitates.
Love
Sing with itLike a tiny kidThrilling.
On this holy hued day,
Colours yet to fade off.
A poem
paintedwith colours of desire,dustedwith lustre of lust,soakedwith flavours of passion,bathedwith fragrance of delicacy,on the canvassof a lovelorn heartsittingunder a lonely and thirstydate palmOn the shores ofthe ocean oftimeless love.
War is a volcano of lust
Spreading ashes of hatred.
I am plump, buxom
Relatively happyTo shoulder the loadOf only a single head,And carry the dustand dirt oilyall through the weeks.Unlike the bitches andthe girls in the beaches-changing a holding handevery alternative night,and the ones in the capitalwho change their partyevery next termfrom Left to Right.I work for thesame head,Same smell, good or bad,Same name,same fameNever my luck to…
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Take a bath
In its vast blue
Heart-throbbing.
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A life under the shadow
Words seldom bridge the gap.
ତୁମ ସହ କେତୋଟି ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ
ଛାତି ତଳେ ଭରିଥିଲା ଶୀତ-ଉତ୍ତେଜନା, ଶୀତଳ କମ୍ପନ ।ତମ ସହ କଥା ଟିକେ ହୁଏ-କି ନ ହୁଏ, ପାଖେ ତମ ବସି ।କେଜାଣି କାହିଁକି ସାରା ଦିନବିତିଯାଏ ପୂରା ଖୁସୀ ଖୁସୀ ।।
As your round moon face
Speechlessly, deaf at theSong of the skylarkCarried thereBy the cool autumn breezeOver the lofty mountains.With the mask ofA nighty birdSinging toIts own echoing self,With the breath ofThe immobile animal faceGrowing stiff with bluenessWith the enormousMuteness of stone,The pale reflectionOf the fallen angel fromThe western skyDisappeared into theOtherness of the other.And I was backInto me.
Darkness is nothing
A shadow ofimperfectionsin the world ofbeing with you,in the world ofbelonging to you,in the world ofbeing a part ofthe essencethat constitutesthe core ofour existence.When the curtain-of darkness falls,It fillsa sense of emptiness,a desperate hollownessdeep within heartthat sings a songof lonelinessreverberating throughoutthe dark cavernsof the soul.At this hour of duskthe pale and cold skyCries fora handful…
Laughter is the lonely song
The untold story of an untouched spring.
Jealousy is like the fire
Where it was born.
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Sing with it
Like a tiny kid
Thrilling.
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The drop of final curtain
invoke an urge to fantasize.
These poems
On my islet of lonely momentsWhere there had been-Rains of half-swallowedBones of good timeAnd flesh of evil desiresOn the stale shy platesOf insatiable hunger,And there lies an old mansionWhere dwell the strangeAnd deadly ghosts of my killersNever recognized and who deviseNewer tricks each day.
Beauty lies in the mind,
Skin or flesh can’t confine.
The song of the skylark
Declaring widowhood to the bride.
Walking along gloomy paths
Erupting Inside my heart,With triads of erotic notesFading into one,There appearedThe reflectionOf a face,I have been afterFor all these years.As I walked a bit closer,It appeared to beA mere reflectionOf a pale face ofThe fallen angel fromThe western sky,On the mute, white waterOf the pond-Sweetened with theSorrowful childhood,Somewhere near theThe solitary ivory templeWhere pious hymns…
War is a killing path
The shorter you exist.
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Lit it up
With moonshine of sacrifices
Glowing.
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Apes are servants
Whom they are supposed to serve.
And words are born,
The awakening ofa bud of desire in slumberbeneath the cave of mysteryat that hour before the dawn.Words are bornat those moments of rush hoursof memories lamenting andfilling nostalgia in and around.
Desire in me to be
road and bed, dreams and realmsIs red in colour.
ପ୍ରିୟା ମୋର
ମୋ ଇଚ୍ଛା ଓ ଆବେଗ ରେଅହରହ ନିୟନ୍ତ୍ରିତନିବୁଜ ଏ ମନ କୋଠରୀ ରେ ।ମୋ ଅତୀତଅସ୍ପଷ୍ଟତା ବାଡ ଘେରା,ଧୂଆଁଳିଆ ରୂପ ପ୍ରତିରୂପମୟମାଟି ରୁ ଆକାଶେ ।।ମୋ ସ୍ମୃତି ରସୀମା ସରହଦେ-ସ୍ଥାଣୁ ଓ ସୀମିତ।।
Darkness is nothing
A shadow ofimperfectionsin the world ofbeing with you,in the world ofbelonging to you,in the world ofbeing a part ofthe essencethat constitutesthe core ofour existence.When the curtain-of darkness falls,It fillsa sense of emptiness,a desperate hollownessdeep within heartthat sings a songof lonelinessreverberating throughoutthe dark cavernsof the soul.At this hour of duskthe pale and cold skyCries fora handful…
The soil, the fluid, the breeze,
That floated in thy looksAll through, in thy eyesEvery morning, Every evening…Whose memories had beenMy life, In the heartFlooded with pleasureOn the bed of the mind,In the dawn or dusk or noonIn every darkness of my nights…At this very momentAs it has been, Your image aliveIs kissing the valley of my thoughtsAs I go on…
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Poured on grave
Brings life back Earth.
Rejuvenating.
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Broken Wings,
Broken glasses,Rage dreams.Broken heart,Burns silent.Broken faithTurns violent.Broken chords,Strike the wrong.Broken cords,Choke the lungs.
A novel trick of killing-
They would die without doubt.
A rainbow appears from nowhere
His long awaiting thirsty lips.
You are the rebel
Incurable, Nor the head can be beheaded.
When Eyes belong to one
The day of deathof a state comesfor, democracyfails to flourishbut sycophancy grows.
Love means
As the evening skyPregnant with the dozing Sun,Licks the naughty Shores,With the tongue ofThe wicked sea breezeTouches sensuallyDeep under theBlanket of shy virgin skin,As the mesmerized moonForgets to riseAbove the zenithLip locked with the whiteRising tides in the horizon.
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Of vermilion paint
On widow’s deserted forehead.
Humming-song.
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ଏବେ ଠାରୁ ସାଥୀରେ ଚାଲିବା,
ଆପଣେଇ ନେବା,ଏକାପରି ବୁଝୁଥିବା,ଏକାପରି ଭାବୁଥିବା,ସାଥୀ ହୋଇ ଭୋଗୁଥିବାଗୋଟିଏ ଦାହ ର ଜ୍ୱାଳା,ଗୋଟିଏ କମ୍ପନ !ଆମେ ହେବା ଗୋଟିଏ ଦୁନିଆ-ଆଖି ଆଉ ଅକ୍ଷର ରେ,ସ୍ମୃତି ଆଉ ସପନ ରେ,ଗୀତ ଆଉ ଶବଦ ରେ,ନିଦ ଆଉ ବିଛଣା ରେ-ସବୁଥିରେ ଏକ ମନ ପ୍ରାଣ! !ସେଇ ନୀଳ ଶପଥ କୁନେବା ପାଇଁ ଆଜି ପରାଏ ଜନ୍ମ ରସର୍ବ ଶ୍ରେଷ୍ଠ ଦିନ! ! !
From womb of my mother
A short span called life.
ଯେମିତି ଢଙ୍ଗ ରେ ତମେ
ସପନ ରେ ଆସି ଛୁଉଁଥିଲ-ସେଇ ସୁଖ ଅନୁଭବଏ ଜନ୍ମ ର ଆଦ୍ୟ ରୁ ଅନ୍ତିମମନେ ନାହିଁ, କେବେ ଦେଇଥିଲ ।
ତୁମ ଓଠ ଯେତେ ଯେତେ ଥର-
ଛାତି, ବେକ ମୂଳେ।କିଏ ଅବା ଢାଳି ଚାଲିଥିଲାକାମନା ର ନୀଳ ଘିଅ, ମୋରବାସନା ବେଦୀ ରେ ।।
ଲାଗୁଛି ଯେ
ଆସିଅଛ ଫେରି-ଠିକ ସେଇରୂପ, ରଂଗ, ଶବ୍ଦ,ଆଉ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେତୁମେ ‘ସୀମା’ ମୋର-ମୋ ପାର୍ଥିବ ଇଚ୍ଛା, ଆବେଗ ର ।ମୋ ନିଃସର୍ଗ ତୃଷା, ମିଳନ ର ।ମୋ ଆତ୍ମିକ କ୍ଷୁଧା, ବିରହ ର ।ତୁମେ ବେଢିଯାଅ ଏବେଛାଇଯାଅ, ମାଟି ରୁ ଆକାଶ-ଛୁଇଁ ଯାଅ,ଭରି ଯାଅ,ଏଇ ମୋରତୁମ ବିନାଏ ଯାଏ ବି ଖାଲି ଥିବାଜୀବନ ର ନଭ, ଜଳ, ସ୍ଥଳ ।।
I want not be
an industrialist of world famea mega star or a billionairewith dozens of Mercedesone for my daughter,and for my dog another,speeding like airwithout a destinyof my own, orfor the societyI embark upon,but for my egothat drives me to be oneahead of others,different from othersbut not unique,A man with a super brainbut a narrow lane of heart.I…
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Fill it up
With Suns of hopes
Aspiring.
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ଯେଉଁ ଭୟ ଗ୍ରାସି ଥାଏ
ଯେଉଁ କୋହ ରୁଦ୍ଧ କରେନିଃଶ୍ୱାସ କୁ ମୋରଯେଉଁ ଲୁହ ନିଆଁ ଜାଳେଛାତି ର ଜୁଇ ରେ-ଆଜି ସେଇ ଭୟ, କୋହ, ଲୁହଘେରି ଥିଲା ମୋତେ ଏକା ବେଳେ ।ତମ କୁ ମୁଁ ଯେଉଁ ରୂପେଦେଖେ ବୋଲି ଭାରି ଖୁସୀ ଥାଏଭିତର ର ଅନ୍ତର୍ଦାହ ମୋର –ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ ଶୀତଳେଇଯାଏଆଜି ମୋର ପହିଲି ଦେଖା ରେପାଇଲି ନି ସେ ରୂପ ର ସ୍ପର୍ଶମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତକେ ହଜିଗଲାଜୀବନ ର ସବୁତକ ଅନ୍ତରଂଗ ହର୍ଷ ।।
ଚୋରା ଚାହାଣୀ ର
ଚୁମ୍ବନ ର ଜଉ ମୁଦ,ଚୋରା ଚୋରା ଛୁଆଁଗୋଲାପୀ ଓଠ ରହଜାଉ ଥିଲା ମୋ ନିଦ,ତୁମ ଖିଲି ଖିଲିହସ ଝରଣା ରେଯେଉଁ ଛାତି ଭିଜୁଥିଲା-ଆଜି ସେ ଅନ୍ତରମଶାଣି ର ଶେଯ,ପରିତ୍ୟକ୍ତ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।
Moments passed
On this Earth.You were stillIn my arms.My arms were no moreArms of flesh and bonesThat squeeze a shape,Arms of lust and desireThat nabs a feminine make,Arms of fire that burnsThe flame of carnal urge,Arms of fluid that carriesThe beloved away, with its wavesInto a physical cage.They had metamorphosedInto shapes thatYou dreamt so far!Into waves of…
War is a deadly date
In place of Date of Manufacture.
You shine in our sky,
Lust for a life of quest.
A black day in Physics
His words sans His lips.
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Of hopes, desires-dreams
On deserts of blind.
Revivifying.
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Your green and hazel eyes
Snake through valley of my soul.
Churning pollen for the bees
The river of separation freezein the cold patches of Earth leftwhere the Sun is to place kisses soft.
କାଲି ପୁଣି ତମକୁ ଭେଟିବି
ମୋ ମନ କୁ କରୁଛି ଚଞ୍ଚଳଆଜି ସବୁ ପ୍ରିୟ ମୁହଁ ଥିଲାଚାରି ଆଡେ ହସ ଖୁସୀହେଲେ ମନ ଅଥୟ, ଉତ୍ତାଳ….ରାତି ପାହିବାକୁ ଅଛି ଡେରିତୁମ କଥା ମନେ ପଡିଭାଙ୍ଗି ଯାଏ ନିଦ ବାର ବାର-କବର କୁ ଯିବି ଯେତେବେଳେଯଦି ତମେ ମନେ ପଡକାଳ ନିଦ ଭାଙ୍ଗିବ କେ ମୋର?
କାଲି ତମେ ବରାଦ କରିଛ,
ଯେ ଯାଏ ଯାଇଚ ତମେ ଛୁଇଁ,ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ନୀଳ ମୋହର ରେ…ଆଉ ଏବେ ପାରିବି ନି ରୋକିମୋ ମନ ର ଆବେଗ ଉଚ୍ଛ୍ୱାସ,ଏ କଲମ ଯିବନି ଅଟକି,କେବେ ଆଉ ହେବନି ଅବଶ…ମିଳିଗଲା ଏ ନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷରେ-ତୁମ ପ୍ରେମ ସବୁଜ ସଂକେତ,ମିଳିଗଲା ମୋ ଛାତି କାଗଜେପ୍ରଣୟ ର ନୀଳ ଦସ୍ତଖତ…
ତୁମ ସହ କେତୋଟି ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ
ଛାତି ତଳେ ଭରିଥିଲା ଶୀତ-ଉତ୍ତେଜନା, ଶୀତଳ କମ୍ପନ ।ତମ ସହ କଥା ଟିକେ ହୁଏ-କି ନ ହୁଏ, ପାଖେ ତମ ବସି ।କେଜାଣି କାହିଁକି ସାରା ଦିନବିତିଯାଏ ପୂରା ଖୁସୀ ଖୁସୀ ।।
Streets are wide and many
Dogs take the short cuts.
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Grow it up
With lattices of faith
Rapturous.
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I want you dear
To look at me and see me allBefore the moonshines in the horizon.I want you dearJust to sit hereTo hear my heart singBefore the autumn breezewhisper into yours.I want you dearJust to hold you nearTo lure our souls cling,moments of ecstasy to bringa surge of tides of love.
Love means
The lips—Red with desire,Green with emotions,Saphron with passion,Bright with smiles,Dark with the lust,Warm as the days,Cold as the nights,Blue as the skyWith white clouds that fly.
Deep within,
It makes me sickSick of your perennial presence-A never-ending pain,Would never know ifIt is the kind thatThey call labour painWhile a woman deliversA baby!Since that first touchOn the first day of Spring,At that dark corner of my heartYou kissed so warmWith the delightful rays fromThe moonlit nightWhile there was none to intrudeInto my shy lonelinessAnd…
A brief history of time
The genius of all times.
How popular these monkeys
Gandhi has left this worldA century ago.But the three monkeysGifted to himYears ago came back aliveTo speak to the world.The new World OrderBorn with Olive branchesFollowed by Atom bombsOn innocent kids and womenwho never hated any alien country.These monkeys started speakingTo each other about alien peopleAbout their achievementsAgainst the crimes without the names.The first monkey…
I hear from
someone whispersso erotic inthe ears of the budsto open their eyeswith a smiletowards all around-perhaps the chirps,the sweet notesof birds in the groves,the colour on thecheek of cloudsflying west-are all, that makesit all, so obviousthat the moment-the moment offirst datebetween the Earthand the springhas just arrived.And perhapsspring is going to planthis first kisson her petal…
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You can think of.
No one can explain,
It’s colored rainbow,
At the end of the rain.
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On Valentine’s Day,
Ever to be written,Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘Anabelle Lee’Love, as only love,Should be,For they ‘Loved with a loveThat was more than love, ‘He and his Anabelle Lee,The fusion, of souls,The ultimate goalCaptivating allThat life should be,Irreplaceable Ecstasy.
Where does Time start?
Why do we need it?Is it because,We mostly fear,Being alone in Space?Tic-Tock goes the clock,As Life tics away,If only Time,Would permanently stay away,Forever young, never old,Then Time would just be,A Fairy Tale never told.
Is it mind or is it heart
Or is it both feeling at once?Our understanding finds appeal,In what mysteriously we feel,And think that enters thru the heart,Not that it matters,Which comes firstNor if they both are touched at once,The most important thing’s the burstOf deep emotional, wave shock,The Thunderbolt that will unlock,That light that’s waiting in the dark.
Poetry may be,
Of Arts,Even may be, the mostExpressively, emotionalBecause It comesAnd is written,From and by the heart.Yes, very personal,But, trying to reachThe light of the starsTo become, Universal.
It’s not what
As much asWhat you feel.Poetry,Expresses,FeelingsThat no longerThe heartCan conceal,Making us free,Never afraidTo feel or to beWho we really are,Who we really,Can be,The sky has no limit,I love you,Poetry!
I’m running out of themes and ideas,
Where Poetic Ships resist to come.As life goes on and the World turns,In me, less and less things start a fire,As life in me slowly turns away,No longer fanned by the Winds of Desire.
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Not always apparent,
Not always found,
For sometimes it’s too deeply buried,
In the ground.
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You could fill my inner soul,
In fact you already have,But you’ll never know it,It doesn’t matter,Maybe,There are other lives to live,Where Dreams don’t shatter…..
People are silly,
‘The People have Spoken’And yet we are slaves,Not maybe in shackles,There are Mental slaves tooWhat do you think Politicians, do?They lie and enslave you,A ‘Bad Motely crew, ‘Always taking advantage,Of gullible you,But people deserve it,Because they are cruel,And selfish, and stupid,And easy to fool.
We live in a World
Of false gloryWhere fantasyAnd stories,Are king!But does it reallyMatter?If imaginationAnd emotion make usHappy,Who are weTo question,The reason and whereforeOf Everything!
Iron will, determination,
Make an explosive combination,Bette Davis, film Sensation
For those that want to hurt others,
Verbal Venom should be kept,In a special Vial,And not dispensed haphazardly.If not, after a while,It loses all efficacity.
Living souls, in love with Love,
Love, protects from all defeat,Life, for those alone and weak.
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I’m surprised,
It still
Exists,
Our Times
So unaesthetic,
Hermetic
And pathetic,
Our very
Humanity
Seems,
To be
At risk!
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Think
The fruits of your productive thought,Don’t think,And you will live an empty life,Babbling nonsense like a dope.
Art, Poetry
Freedom of BeingEnsues.
‘Living above the clouds, ‘
Sown together by imagination,No open seams,Constructing a perfect world,Where all get along,Where beauty and love reignFrom an imaginary throne,Certainly a poet’s dreamBut reality never follows,Their idealistic stream,So, therefore, regrettingTo say the truth,I end my silly song,Hoping, I am wrong.
In the World of the Absurd,
Our political, anti-heroes,Ride the River Horse of Corruption,But Danger lurks Supreme,Red lights flashing,Lighting the infernal stream,Promising to destroy All and Everything!
To get to the essence
How many moon crescentsHave to pass by, be lostHow many Seas, Crossed?Love is not easy,To the sky it may ascend,But as it tries to go higherMay also be irreparably,Hurt and Lost,Like a delicate flower,Love, if continuallyTested and harassed,Will make you loseThe One,You love the most.
Don’t let Them make Us be,
Like the rest of the World,Because we are FreeAnd they are Not!We,Not perfectCan be better,But because of freedom,We can reach it All,Unfettered.Merry Christmas, America!Land of Liberty,Embracing all Faiths,May God be in your cornerAnd may you Never,Have to wake up,To Tyranny!
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Hurt
Heart
For destroying
A blooming life.
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1)lines stand on the last 2 (4-4)lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │18 April,2018
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Learning From Nature
Bamboo grows so fastOther trees look at that butAre not envious.
The Bloodthirsty More Than Ferocious Animal (Haiku Poetry)
▌The bloodthirsty areSucking blood of human through,Killing, massacring.▌▌They are ferociousLions, tigers, bears, hyenasBlood sucking they go.▌▌▌They are always so!Suck blood and laugh ho, ho, hoHumans tremble, oh!
Demanding one cent more
Make one yet ungratefulWhen?Where love is unseenLove need in helping as well.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 07/24/2017
Hand
HandRules,Again loves, caresWith fair is great.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Far and wide or side by side
Now they fight, now they fight.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 15 December,2017
Dear
NearStood;Open, closed eyes!Don’t turn left more.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
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Save
Whole,
With deeds and faith
In it must have.
About
RARe Stanza:
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │4 May,2018
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(Love Blooms As Flower In Haiku)
Spreads both smell and beautyFavors all around.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │13 February,2018
It is autumn then summer
Once here then thereSeveral times and no moreOn this earth to cry or laughTo take or give but leave.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza |
The plants catch Devil’s Marbles
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 5 July, 2018
The Grass Field
Green tender plants coming out of the soft earthSwinging in the gentle airLook at the hard human worldTremble fearing of human’s temperThinking sadly if they soon burn themOr throw poisonous bombs onto them;I am not sure whetherI’ll ask them something seriouslyOr leave them in the free weatherLooking at them I was thinking at an early…
Coronavirus Concerned – 8
What the virus doesMind is sadTears in eyesBrain is fully tensed,Unknown is happinessHope is not seen anywhereWhere to go, what to do, no waysEverywhere exists fear.
I am your ever familiar figure
Daughter or partnerI give birth youYou call me motherIn the womb I bear your embryoYou call me spouseBaby comesCalls you dad and me momThis baby is our daughter or sonWe two play roles almost equalOne male and another femaleYou can do itI can do thatSo no more discriminationWe are going to face again,We need bearWe…
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But does work
In heart and mind
For all and for mankind.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/20/2017
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Bake Bread
Avoid scarMixing faultThinking forPublic health.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 07/23/2017
The Light Waves
On the upper sandsThe light waves standTo damn the inner spots.
Long of the time of day she likes sleeping
During playing she also hunts sometimesThis playful Tom is our adorable pet cat;She demands well caress and food in timeLong of the time of day she likes sleepingBut every day she normally gets up earlyAnd so she needs food and sleep properly;Fish is the most favorite food item to herThen she is fond of meat,…
Three Ones Together
Three ones togetherA group of workerWork for livelihoodDays pass goodLive with pleasureThey have no grief more.
When on the rank of leading, appointing, judging and pardoning
Appoint the qualified accordinglyIf you want the real developmentsOf your nation, mankind, country and the worldWith the muse of loving nation, mankind, country and the world;Judge and pardon accordinglyThere are hungry wrong doers, criminals, corruptersWrongly wrong doers, criminals, corruptersAnd wrong doers, criminals, corruptersWho save selves and others’ lives, honor and propertiesFrom the false and illegal…
Modern
InaneNothing;Modern land is barren everywhereFutile, desert, inane, nothing here.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Rules Of Writing Tyburn:A six line poemconsisting of 2,2,2,2,9,9 syllables;The first four lines rhymeAnd are all descriptive words;The last two lines rhymeAnd incorporate…
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Laugh
Well;
It is tonic
Healing enough.
About
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1)lines stand on the last 2 (4-4)lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 27 June,2018
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The bell
Every ceremony’s pileTo do a vital thing;It knellsAnd reminds,Times to comeAnd times to go;Times to startAnd times to end,Times of birthAnd times of death;Greets the new welcomeAnd says the old adieu,Some take it as friendAnd some take as opponent.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 22 November,2017
(Trillions Of Kiss (Es) : Rispetto Verse)
Every year millions of people visit youEvery year millions of kisses they kiss you,Hence, the figure of kiss you have beenIn the earth you are only heavenly stone.First they intend to see and to kiss youThen they get preparation for a year round,But all the while their minds do kiss youThen, timely they start leaving…
Body
Mind, brain, heart and other;Carries all these parts togetherVital.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 24 february,2018
একটা স্পর্শ কর, হে উদ্যানরক্ষকগণ!
এ বাগান সবুজ ও স্বর্ণে পরিণত হবে, জেনঅন্যথায় হবে কয়লা,যেমন দেখছ এটি অনুর্বর, শূণ্য,মরুভূমি হওয়ার পথে।(It is Bangla translation of my poem ‘In Touch’)Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
Two Colors
ColorFair,Well color;ColorUnfair,Evil color.
My house is by yours
We help each other.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │2 April,2018
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Have
Fruit,
Sweet, sweet and sweet
No bitter taste.
About
RARe Stanza:
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │30 May,2018
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Morning is a blessing to mankind
Gentle breeze blows to reach thatWith sweet smell of blooming flower,Sweet tune of chirping bird,Colorful sights and sounds of nature,Good thoughts rise in a mindTo make that really wiseTill the day begins with the sun riseAnd starting works to be worldly gainer.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
I am just standing there
One after anotherOne after anotherOne after anotherOne after anotherWith the muses in Satanic FairAnd one after another.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/19/2017
Bake Bread
Avoid scarMixing faultThinking forPublic health.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 07/23/2017
Mind
RightThingsAs truth has touchedMine being kind.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
(Rhyme Royal Or Rime Royale – 8)
Just ephemeral are living beingsTo say they are getting birth and dying;The universe was created first is knownIn premade universe were sent humanThey are mainly sent to pray to One GodThrough legal activities and what not.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │17 January,2018
With Love And Care – 15
With love and careFace meO, dear!He, you and me together are we.
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Growing on a purple tree.
Taste it once
And the spell of its enchantment
Will never let you be.
Love
Is a bright star
Glowing in far Southern skies.
Look too hard
And its burning flame
Will always hurt your eyes.
Love
Is a high mountain
Stark in a windy sky.
If you
Would never lose your breath
Do not climb too high.
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Big Boy came
On his shouldersAnd the mermaidHad her tailCurvedBeneath his arm.Being a fisher boy,He’d found a fishTo carry—Half fish,Half girlTo marry.
Where is the Jim Crow section
Mister, cause I want to ride?Down South where I come fromWhite and coloredCan’t sit side by side.Down South on the trainThere’s a Jim Crow car.On the bus we’re put in the back—But there ain’t no backTo a merry-go-round!Where’s the horseFor a kid that’s black?
When the shoe strings break
And you’re in a hurry-That’s the blues.When you go to buy a candy barAnd you’ve lost the dime you had-Slipped through a hole in your pocket somewhere-That’s the blues, too, and bad!Submitted by Denice Jackson
I’m all alone in this world, she said,
Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand—The truth of the matter’sI ain’t got no man.Big Boy opened his mouth and said,Trouble with you isYou ain’t got no head!If you had a head and used your mindYou could have me with youAll the time.She answered, Babe, what must I do?He said, Share your bed—And your money,…
What happens to a dream deferred?
Like a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore–And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over–like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it explode?
Oh, silver tree!
In a Harlem cabaretSix long-headed jazzers play.A dancing girl whose eyes are boldLifts high a dress of silken gold.Oh, singing tree!Oh, shining rivers of the soul!Were Eve’s eyesIn the first gardenJust a bit too bold?Was Cleopatra gorgeousIn a gown of gold?Oh, shining tree!Oh, silver rivers of the soul!In a whirling cabaretSix long-headed jazzers play.
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by design…
self immoliations
by candle light.
intimate Gethsemenes,
crosses that smell familiar.
bodies left silent
by unmarked roads.
small furry animals
killed by cars in the night.
yet i stand by your window,
with unrestrained eyes…
hands opening and closing,
drool on my chin.
watching you sweep the floor,
of any last trace.
naming the demons
that stole the night!
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i walk the hymn of life erupting,
the gutteral cry of need evolving,the phlegm of god, the bodies rotting.the snow wiped facesand the naked earth.in constant rhythm with hunger’s howl,the candle flame, the silenced tongue.the whisper shake, of shadows wanting,nails, blocks, and colored glass.the crippled dance,and the distant drums.who am i? i am you!the second son of an unknown father.born in an…
the only man
on a pathway ofpure stone,is a man of peace.his feet bleeding,with the pulsing bloodof all those oppressed!
the worth of truth lies not
Jesus said it, or even one ofthe great thinkers or poetssaid it…the worth of truth lies inwhether you’ve experienced it,felt it, lived it, whether itis exuded through the pores ofyour very being…this is the truth that setsyou free… the truth that changes,breathes, and lives!
they bury the bodies
never forgetting the facesof hunger and need.great planes flying overhead,covered trucks on dusty roads.soldiers with guns, blank stares,cold as the oil in their veins….the reporter speaks, eyes half lowered…you turn off the tv,and go to wash your hands…but you cant wash away the stain!
there is a voice
that distant shore…a voice familiaras my own….there is a placewhere dreams are born…and then given form;where fire is discoveredanew every day!there is a mountainthat no one has climbed…a river no man has seen.there is a cave thatgoes on forever….a path no foot has trod.there is a flowerthat only blooms once…every million years or so.a horn…
the AntiChrist lives…
made by your callous leaders.in your turning of the head,and closing of the eyes,as injustice is piled upon injustice.in the countries you invade,in those you imprison without cause…in those you let go hungry,in the sick you do not care for.in your prejudices and righteous judgements,in the closed minds of your fundamentalist fervor.in your closed doors,…
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Expected;
Walk into my room and let me teach you!
And like the muse of love to capture your emotions,
But let me tell you a story.
Clinic,
Post office,
Security post!
Ready for an occupation in the name of love;
But, walk into my room and let me teach you.
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Marry mary and take her to your home,
An of her positive muse so heard around,For she need love and you are the one to save her.
I am the carpenter in your neighbourhood and,
But of the possibilities of meeting Takeda my friend,For we alwas work together.
Senitivity,
But we all need somebody to lean on in this life,And like the sweet bells of love in the name of your muse.Ask for the food of love and i will offer it to you,For i have been praying for someone like you;And think deep and see what love can do for us,Because love goes…
You are arrogant and proud,
But my mouth shall speak of love and beauty always,Because i am a teacher like yourself.
Be very kind and gentle,
Because the Chief cornerstone is now laid in Zion!So come out of the darkness and meet the light of love.
In the middle of October i will be with you,
And i will bring along my romance to satisfy your muse,Fo your roses are now very red!
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Peace,
Man’s search for rest;
But she tied the scarlet cord at her window as a sign!
One man from each tribe to present his work,
And like the muse of love in the land of war! !
But peace is much needed for us all to be able to enjoy this earth.
From thirty to fifty years of age,
But this man is wearing a 25,000 Dollar-Watch while his people go hungry!
And like the ways of life found among the peoples of this earth.
The flax of your muse,
And between the double walls of your love;
But you let them down by a rope through your window!
And like a search in the Greenwich Farm.
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This is one of my seeds,
And for your own sake i will do it once again with you,Because your love is all that i need!Stumpy,Controller,Adventures!But very eager to work with you;And like part of my seeds along the line of love.
Governor,
Subjects,Plural,Rendered!With a pronoun attached to the muse of your love;But with different meaning! !For i am Erander in the land of your muse,And like the joy of your love.
I know who i am and what i can do to help this world,
My name is Osborne and i came from the cily around you,The very place you met me last night and became pregnant;For life is all in the name of the god Theo and,My muse will grow around you like your own name.
With sincere love among humans we will through away the bombs,
Yes, even with the nuclear weapons.
Grilled and barbecued babies,
He who have ears,Let him hear this message.Gone too soon without a trace,In a land called Japan;She who have ears,Let her hear this message.Wine is a man but,Beer is a woman;Life is all about us but,One man’s meat is another man’s poison.A very sad state,Where babies are barbecued for food;I don’t need medals to crown…
Father and son on a horse,
For the kingdom is near and many are not prepared.Mother and daughter on a donkey,And of the joyful faces i do see around me;For you can abserve a lot by watching them,For Charny really knows what i am looking at.
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Write your letter and let me read it,
For a pasteurized beer is like a prayer on this love.
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This is the extend to which we are going,
But a spokesperson is now needed on this issue,And i have more impetus on this love than ever!I am Aldo and i know my limits,But the day after 21st December 2012 will be like the end! !And my love will lead te way like the time of war;But, who can stop this muse?As the fair…
Generous,
Devices!The friutful vine is like the sweet muse of your love,But beat your breasts in lamentation! !Because the war in Libya is still going on,And i am still searching for my lover.
The treat of nuclear war remains high,
For the perilous choices of mankind are ready to launch within minutes.‘What will the end be? ‘ You may ask:But the prophecies are all in our various Bibles to teach us,For the end will surely come one day.
My flow and my vision,
Patience is silver and my love is gold!And i will always be ready for Magdi.
It was just once and she was pregnant,
Because she fell on all of them! !They werevery wet under there,And this was like the very works of their hands;So why forsake my muse and climb up so high? ! !For the rains will also get you out there.
Yo don’t want it but,
Because, your husband is a lover of dogs!
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Biblical;
Look for the means to find your way to me,
For i am ready to give out anything that you request from me.
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My shadow girl,
So allow me to regain my strength to lead you on,For the waether condition is all that you need.Result,Paralysis,Foreign objects,Stability;You’re my shadow girl and,I am the muse of your love!So take the safety rules and guidelines of the laws to lead you on.
The small machine and the big machine,
But with the greatest of love at all times!Move your body and learn my muse,For i am Krutt in thegarden of love;But you are impaired like drunk drivers!
Oh, if you were only like my sister;
But you are now bartered into the land of your muse.Life is like a spiced wine,But loving you was the way ahead;So take the white envelope and open it,Because my hope is what you need on this love.
Abubakar!
Migrating from one place to another,For the life around you is all that you know.Put your money where your mouth is andPut your mind where your love is;And like an adventure taken with lessons.As early as the sun and as late as the moon,Try to put your soul to where your heart is;And like a…
Day by day and time by time,
For men of low degree are but a vapour and,Men of high degree are but a lie!But i will seek you early my loveFor time and tide waits for no man.
The aftermath of your silence,
But when the right time comes,The box will be opened for all to see its content!The sea of storm and the love of storm,The aftermath of your silence is like the love of tranquil waters;From me to you and from yout ot me,But what can i now make out of you?You are really the woman…
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Love,
Is it red or blue?
Sitting here lonely to understand the ways of love;
So tell me if you know the colour of love.
I am sitting here under a mango tree to think about it,
What is the colour of love?
Somebody should tell me now.
Love,
Is it green or yellow?
Love,
Is it brown or violet?
Oh what a lonely place to think about love!
The sun shines in all directions but,
The shade of this mango tree is my home;
Somebody should tell me the colour of love.
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I am the seed of Africa and,
So come to me and let me lead you on,Because the lions are asleep and i still know how to tame them.
A banquet for two,
Of wine foe a lamb,A momentous victory;A little wine curbs gallstones.I have my mind on you and,You have your mind on me too;So, we have to meet one day.The juice of fruits,Distilled from honey;Like a drink for two at a banquet.I have my mind on you,Like the lamb which was sacrificed;You have your mind on…
Worshiping dead bodies! !
But the understanding of your muse is what i need,For you are Mindy in the land of plenty.
Never depend on me always because,
And it is now pulling me against the walls of wars,Because the youth are now out on the streets.Death is what i now see on the streets,But a bottle of wine is what you asked from me;And the nation is now in chaos because of this democracy.The rhythm is in motion and,The people are now…
The virtue of selfless sharing and embracing the principles of true-love,
And from dust to dawn with the beauty of your love,And it is like Article 63 Cluase 3!The inability to choose a President,And of your rousing reception that matters on this love;But observers are worried!Abd some stories are better left untold.
The aftermath of your silence,
But when the right time comes,The box will be opened for all to see its content!The sea of storm and the love of storm,The aftermath of your silence is like the love of tranquil waters;From me to you and from yout ot me,But what can i now make out of you?You are really the woman…
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I For the source of love that he might say
He had found its depth and its breadth for aye.
He met a miser, bent and old,
And his mission to him he promptly told;
‘Love,’ said the miser, ‘is yellow gold.’
He sought a maiden, young and fair,
With orange blossoms in her hair,
Who whispered, ‘My love is waiting there.’
To a struggling youth at last Truth came,
As he toiled and studied and spoke his name;
‘Love,’ said the youth, ‘is a thing called fame.’
‘Love!’ mocked a man with features sour,
Before whom others were made to cower,
‘Love! yes, love is worldly power.’
A pale, weak woman Truth chanced to see,
Rocking a baby on her knee;
‘Only a mother knows love,’ said she.
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Luck had a favor to bestow
‘No lazy man on earth,’ said she,‘Shall get this happy gift from me.‘I will not pass it to the manWho will not do the best he can.‘I will not make this splendid giftTo one who has not practiced thrift.‘It shall not benefit deceit,Nor help the man who’s played the cheat.‘He that has failed to fight…
‘BUSINESS is business,’ he said to me,
‘In business there isn’t much sentiment,’Said he, as he charged me the extra cent.‘Once I trusted a friend and he didn’t pay,’The bread that he sold wasn’t made that day.‘Business is business,’ he said to me,Of a dozen eggs we could use but three.O, it seems to me some way, somehow,There’s too much business in…
It is better as it is: I have failed but I can sleep;
I can walk to-morrow’s streets and can meet to-morrow’s menUnashamed to face their gaze as I go to work again.I have lost the hope I had; in the dust are all my dreams,But my loss is not so great or so dreadful as it seems;I made my fight and though I failed I need not…
He was playing in the garden when we called him in for tea,
What the little rogue was up to, and I stooped and asked him why,When he heard his mother calling, he had made her no reply.‘I am playing war,’ he told me, ‘and I’m up against defeat,And until I stop the Germans I can’t take the time to eat.’‘Isn’t supper so important that you’ll quit your…
The crowded street his playground is, a patch of blue his sky;
Poor little orphan boy of five, the city smoke and grimeTaint every cooling breeze he gets throughout the summer time;And he is just as your boy is, a child who loves to play,Except that he is drawn and white and cannot get away.And he would like the open fields, for often in his dreamsThe angels…
The strangest man I ever knew
Dropped in on him last night t’ chatOf politics an’ this an’ that,An’ when he’d showed me to a seatHe brung some apples in t’ eat,An’ tuk one up, an’ stroked its sideAn’ fondled it t’ show his pride.Says I t’ him: ‘It’s plain t’ meThet things ain’t what they orter be;Men ain’t as honest…
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Love,
Love, but hurt you not anyone’s feelings,
Love,
Love, but break not the heart,
Love,
Love you definitely, but make her not pathless, wayless
Standing at the crossroad of life,
Nowhere to go and reach at,
At a loss where to go, what to do.
Love, love her, not the body merely,
But her soul too,
Her heart and soul,
She will also love you,
Beauty truth, truth beauty and goodness.
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My unkempt beards so poetical and so precious,
I want ot pledge before,Calling a lawyerAnd making a draft of itAs per my will and testamentThat it be giftedTo a poetry societyAnd if not, these be kindly keptIn a museumAs for put on display,After breathe I my last.
Song of America,
Song of AmericaOf the American states,States of the confederation,Its Americanness,AmericanismOf Alabama, Alaska,Arizona, Arkansas,California, Colorado,ConnecticutOf Delaware,Florida, Georgia,Hawaii, Idaho, Iowa,Kansas, Kentucky,Louisiana, Maine,Maryland, Massachusetts,Michigan, Minnesota, Mississippi,Missouri, MontanaNebraska, Nevada,New Hampshire, New Jersey,New Mexico, New York,North Carolina, North DakotaOhio, Oklahoma, Oregon,Pennsylvania, Rhode Island,South Carolina, South Dakota,Tennessee, TexasUtah, of Vermont, Virginia,Washington, West Virginia,Wisconsin,Wyoming sing IOf the Statue of Liberty,The Charter,The American…
Three odd friends, the bootlegger, the drug-trafficker and the woman-trafficker
The bootlegger who comes with bottles ambushed in his rugged, ragged coat and pants,Looking clumsy-clumsy, uncouth-uncouth,Clumsy and uncouthBut his friends manyThe sadhakas in sadhna taking Siva’s buti, herbal intoxicantsAnd Mother Kali’s madira, Vedic sura,Deviated youths as for unemployment, bad companyOr being unmarried.The bootlegger sells he wine, country liquor and smuggles the types of itLooking blank-blank,…
How did the people rally behind him,
A full-length majority,Voting him to power,Putting confidence in the personalityAnd believing himAnd now it is his turnTo steer across the vessel?The people of India will wait for and watchFor the developmentTaking place,women, children and young menAll have some expectation from him,Never communally,But keeping development in mindAnd tuning to it properlyHe has to come outWhich but…
Ram-bhakta Hanuman
Ram and Sita, Sita and RamWritten over the chestAnd tearing it apartHe showing his bhakti,LoyaltiesOn the stageWhile during the Ramlila,The folk theatre manJumping and runningAnd with a tailAnd the mask overPlaying his role,Enacting on the stageRam-bhaktiBy beating the chest,Showing the images ofRam and SitaAnd behind the curtainThe musicians beating the instrumentsOn the harmonium and the…
O Asi Ghat,
Have you,Have you seen Telang Swami,The Andhra sadhuWandering,Floating in the Ganga watersThrough yogic miraclesLying for hoursIn a relaxed mannerO Dashashwamedha Ghat,Say you, say you,where have you seen, seenThe naked yogi,The great Hatha YogiFrom the Dashnami Sampradaya,The Advaita Vedantist,The Raja Yogi,Tantric Sri Telang Swami?O, O, you, Dashashwamedha Ghat,Asi Ghat,Vedvyasa Ashrama at Hanuman Ghat,Say you, say you…
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Love!
I shall wait for you in the next nightmares.
Thanks for relieving me from the pains.
I don’t mind your given stains,
The ecstasy that you provide,
is followed by a will to abide
the fatigues of a new and tiring day,
after all I’m a doll of helpless clay!
Embraced in the arms let me forget the misses,
Come on sweetheart it; s a moment of kisses!
(Thanks Marie Shine, your poem is nice and inspiring, and I reacted with a poem.)
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I was wrapped in beauty,
Life a balloon inflating with my breaths,Sometimes I found me in the ocean of mermaids,sometimes I found me in the garden of roses,sometimes I found me flying among the stars,I never knew how cruel my breaths are!And when the balloon was over inflated,While I was dreaming like Alice in The Wonderland,it burst with a terrific…
وقت
ایسی یادیں رکھ دیاہے جن نے توڑ توڑ کروقت جو چلا گیا لوٹ کر نہ آیا پھرکویء اس طرح نہ جاےء اپنا چہرہ موڑ کروقت اب جو آتا ہے خواب میں سراب میںمیں اسکو چھو نہیں سکا تھکا بہت ہوں دوڑ کردھندلکا حیسا سرد ہے وہ آگ اسکی کیا ہویءوہ جسنے آنکھیں چومی تھیں وہی…
Shabnam se dil ki aag bujhane chala hoon main,
Sargoshian karoon ga sitaron se rat bhar,Thandi hawa ko geet sunane chala hoon main.Aakash per uroon ga main badal ke sath sath,Chanda se chandni ko churane chala hoon main.Juhi ke har shabbo ki khshboo liye huey,Is rat ko aroos banane chala hoon main.Woh door aasman pe jo pardon mein hay chupi,Usko zameen ki goud mein…
At the age of only five or six years
during the first war of independence in 1857.I suppose her age was more than hundred yearsin the early fifties of the last century.She narrated a few painful stories.What happened to the fighters of freedomand how cruelly the British Imperialistshanged them by neck till death on the tall trees.But no woman was raped and no child…
Some we see only in the springs,
Late autumn, no flowers are seen,But a lovely friend in flower’s disguise!When appeared, it ruled the garden,The garden that has lacked greenery,Bare brown trees no rainbow colors,Friendship can change even this scenery.Friends blossom all round the year,Can withstand in the heat strokes,Appear with showers of the rainsLaughter on pokes and their jokes,All friends are dear…
Whatever may be game,
touching the peak of fame,every player starts losing,not a matter of shame,coming and going,leaving behind only name,an honorable leaving!A veteran! Before he is lame,And still smiling!
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Burning
In
The
Coal
To
Make
Life
Warm
Giving
Oxygen
Taking
Inside
Carbon die oxide
Dying
To
Extinguish
To
Ash
To
Finish.
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A continuous fight is being held
But it is very difficult for me to tell youWho starts first with whom and whenIs it she who wants me to do all the choresAnd errandsOr is it me who refuseTo follow her commandsVery early in the morning she orders me to get upBut I violate her and remain on bed sleepingAnd when I…
A begging
with decency andin utmost secrecy
What you have understand if that I understand
I understand is the most suitable obstacle to reacha point, the point is disintegrating, virtually thereis no perpetual point, it is its strength, no one canvanish it
Critically have you read Indian history?
Aryan came from central AsiaWe came from that place too,The difference is only few thousand yearsAnd they came as paganBut we came as MuslimsSame color, same bloodWith same pain and same smileThey destroyed Indus and created VedasWe shed blood of few and built lots of monumentsIs there any more difference between them and us?Yes, and…
Do not pull me up so hard
As I am not of that levelI can not rise so highYou just show me the roadI shall vie with the raysOn the wings of freedomI shall fly unboundTearing the soil, very hardI shall forcefully sprout outYou just show me the hillI shall myself swimYou just clapAnd let me hear the soundI shall snatch the…
After the end of night
each day for you i break a dawnBefore the fall of the nightto warn you of the darkeach day for you I bring up the twilightAfter the sunriseBefore the sunsetI raise a day after each nightBefore meeting with the oceanAfter leaving the hillsI make you floatBetween the two banksTo correct your account
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Half
Spoiled,
Half has been burnt
By hellish touch.
About
RARe Stanza:
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No. 4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 13 July, 2018
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The Buzzing Of The Bees (Chance Operations)
The gentle sound of bees buzzing among the flowersA favorite sound of summer,But why do bees buzz?And how do they make that buzzing sound?Of course, we can’t get into the minds of bees!But by observing their behaviorsWe can make a few guesses;I look into this subjectUsing some of my favorite books about beesAs it is…
Take
GiveFake;Mind, you’re for allDire hypocrite.
And one day near the green, mild paddy fields
Singing a folks alluring hymnIn unsung favorite rhyme,The village birds greet meMy opened eyes see.About:Reza syllabic Verse (Edited, Revised And Additional Version) :– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
The motherland
Both are situatedNear to heaven.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 13 November,2017
‘Love is unseen here in the human world, ‘ when you hear this
You also hear, ‘It is seen there in the wilderness’‘Why? ‘ You may ask;I may answer,‘As here are only chaos, violence, wars, envy, hatred,Cruelty, killing, burning in dire stupidity and what not’‘I am cheated, I am cheated, I am cheated, ‘ one does cry;My goodness!Show me the way to loveI will go there to have…
Necessary water,
Proper levels of air,And huge, tolerable light;Living in the earthFirst we need.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 15 December,2017
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Hope
Twice;
And do from home
To state, enough.
About
RARe Stanza:
– – – – – – – – – –
6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │25 May,2018
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Some Pieces Of Poor Advice In 2018
Six things surely:Hatred, envy, enmity, wrath, bestialityAnd greedGive up, right now, my friends;Consequently,Three things: love, peace and humanity shall be truly;Then, none shall make weapons,Each other shall help and for well call upon.
E-very day’s activities will be well done
I-f in mind the ambitions for true developments are found.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 26 December,2017
Flower, a silent beauty in nature
With sweet smell blooms in colors,Quite helpful in featuresVery useful source to allContains sweet honeyIn ovary under soft petals,At last to sacrifice itselfTurns into fruit for allEnjoy humans, birds and animals.
RARe 2nd Stanza – Man And Woman Are Mainly Same
MotherDaughterSisterP artnerSame others are women;Respect, love them; o, dear!AboutRARe 2nd Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Time,
A simple sentence for my partComposing with some simple words,Might be sungFor any oneWhom I knewWith life touching hue,I request you forKeep mine this simple prayer,Mine strong witness you areRequest I have no more.
I am preparing just
I will giftWhatever you will demand,Oh! No waitYou already out of bound,Selfish! Selfish! !Taking all you do hiss hiss.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/06/2017
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In a never ending
Embrace,
Full of beauty
Full of grace,
That nothing
Can replace.
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There are certain hurts,
And the pain of loosing you,Was like no other,And it always will be true,That the pain of losing you,Went so much farther,And it always will be true,That the love I had for you,Was like no other.
I don’t know which is harder,
Or trying to fill my larder.I follow the Economy,And play the Market, carefully,But there I have no real control,And I may very well lose it All!
How do you get ‘fifty vitamins’,
I can’t help but think,That as most everything,It’s a Fake!
Loneliness, cold
Not a friend in the World,Not a cloud in my sky,Time to say, GoodbyeAnd not pretendIt was a happy ride.Nothing goes to Nothing,We don’t even knowWhy, we liveOr sometimes,Even,Cry.
The unstoppable
That cannot beDefinedWill only have,HealingIn the miracle find,Of the love for anotherAnd their union sublime.Love is LifeAt its height!Love is the onlyFeeling,With such powerfulMight,That once upon a dream,Can forever and everSo deeply unite,Not only two beingsBut the whole WorldMake right.
Poets dream,
A cloudless day,A starry night,We are content,With Love’s delight,A kiss for you,A kiss for me,And a Romantic Fantasy.
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The immaculate conception
Of Rose and its thorn.
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Knives get sharpened,
Hate is poison,Hard to toastShameful actionsThat persist,Hate in heartsShould not exist.Teach Love, Not hate,Even if you have toUse poetry, as bait.
Poetry,
A trip to be had,Great Poetry is always a winner,Whether happy, deep or sad,For it flows like Life itselfAnd can become,One of the best, emotionalAnd unforgettable experiencesYou’ve ever had.
Nothing has ever come easy for me,
They are my herds,My refuge, my passion,I revel in the waters of spoken thought,The surround sound effect embraces meAs if language were my lover,My Master, my only Hope.
Nor money, nor jewels,
Can SatisfyA lonely heart,For of loveThere may be too little,Or none at all,But there never will beEnough.
All the frustrations,
That Life’s inhalation,To everyone bringsCan be assuaged,By a poem or two,Especially, those saying:‘How much I love you’
Negativity breeds contempt,
Makes the Present, mal content,All the time remembering,What was badly done, ,Unjustly spun,Does not let a better future come,So that present good things can be done.
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So easily, lost,
So painful to resign,
But always special,
And one of a Kind.
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Life is made of snow,
But not even this,Would really matter,It’s love foundThat makes LifeA Rose Sublime,That will notBe killed by Time.
Clouds of danger accumulate,
Devastate, kill and destroy, rational thinking,Men that only live for power and hate,They have and will make the World explode,Erie feelings are now afloat
A poem
Shake you up!No mamby-pambyIn first gearYou’re stuck,You have to feel itDeep inside,Its roots, its WorldSometimes, its cries!And let it haunt youAnd confront you, tooUntil somehow,It sings to youAnd is so movinglyAlive,You can’t forget itFor the rest of yourEntire, Life!
This is not, this is not,
Where each day we strived for better.Where World’s freedom quickly grew,This is not my dearest Country,One where heads were held so high,And for Liberty and Justice,We were all willing to die.Class division, nonexistent,We were all just citizens,Democratic, coexistence,And a helping hand to lend.We must now get back our courage,No to handouts, flabbiness,You cannot keep up…
You thrill me, chill me,
Love fills with grace,The empty space,Of many Worlds.
Had we ever met,
With happiness,A serious debt,But I only knew youIn my dreams,Those silly romantic dreams,That Fantasy, projects,But that reality,So cruelly, rejects.
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On a single stem,
One Life, One Love,
Together,
No one dare, ever,
Separate, Them
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Eccentric poet
Moody, perhaps?Inspired,Or in a knot,To be a poetOr be not,Life is too shortTo decide,And love,Does hideA lot!So write yourRhyme,And be a poet,It’s all you’veGot.
The more Time passes,
A strange set of circumstances,Surround our History and Life,By now, nobody even knowsWhat is right, nor what is wrongLike in a fog we move, lost,So far away from Home.
A sickening odor
And false burnt offeringsInvades this Country now!Never worse candidatesMake the Show,Shabby, dishonest, and loud,Repetition of deja vuFailures,Dishonesty and malfeasanceIn disarray, partner,To gain and milk,The political Cow,Now!From the bowels of HellAnd its burning Domain,They came,God help usIf they get the powerTo reign and regainIn exclusivity, if so,All democratic tiesWill be lost,And all seekers ofLiberty’s good fortuneWill…
Who invented Poetry?
In order to honor themAnd say, ‘I love it, so! ‘Who invented love?I think that now I knowThose who wrote, Poetry,So happiness would flow.
Poetry,
Can also give a tear,But best of all,It makes you feel,That human warmth is real.
Evil does have a Face,
Abused the Human Race,Unfortunately, too numerous to nameBut the Face of Evil, just the same.
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You just wait,
And don’t forget,
That I’ve loved You,
Even before, we ever met.
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As long as there is Love,
They are so unbelievably,IntertwinedFor the best thing they both knowIs how to give, and give, and give.
Why not spell clever with a K,
To what you have to say,You can see by this silly verse,Not serious in much any way,Things have become a bit unhinged,Perhaps, from being forced to eat,Too much ‘politically Korectness’ bingeWe now are told to fully acceptBut won’t, because it’s so inept!
Dreams beyond reality
A well framed trapYou wear.You can’t dream awayWhat you’ve become, today.Time does not forgive,Time does not forgetIt does not pay,To stream our dreamsDreams won’t changeThe ThingsThat Time will take away,Anyway,All flows,Nothing stays.
Life should be an art,
A homage to the blessing,Of all artistic creation,Ah, to live and love thru art,No greater life sensation!
Can Poetry make you good
If so,We should cultivateFields of It,Minds with It,Feelings for ItTowers of it,Till PoetryFills the whole EarthWith LoveAs we were made to believeWe are supposed to be made of.
It’s crazy what goes thru,
Even what is hidden brew,In human hieroglyphics,Or in solidified,Archeological fossils,From the Poet, cannot hide,Not even Love,World-Wide.
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Endlessly described
But as of yet,
No one has managed,
To tame it,
Or force frame it
So secretly and deeply
It’s felt.
Love is a free Spirit,
Not even those that write it
Or deeply know and sight it,
Can order and be Masters
Of Love’s free Destiny,
And independence
Easier it would be,
To hold the secrets,
Of the Universe,
That we certainly,
Do not posses.
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Yes,
Poetry does sustain,With its sometimes happy,Sometimes sad, refrain.
Thru love of Art and Poetry,
Both felt and make the heart beat,And enemies appease.
‘Poet’s, Idealists!
The Liberty of saying,What you have to say.
‘Brothers and Sisters,
As poets,We should all try,To get along.After all,We are fraternally,Linked,Poetry,Our binding song.Peace and Love,Poetry’s dove.
Like the Sea, Poetry
Bold, Beautiful and Brave,You fill my heart,Tear me apart,With you I soar,Want nothing more,Than to be at your side,I fear the day,You may not stay,For you’re my joy, my pride.I’ve gone thru life,Passionately,But always being yours,Have wanted very little more,Than to be at your door,You are the living soul in me,The passion I adore,Oh please…
A different World,
Poetry isSo full of grace,It sooths the heart,With blessed words,Sometimes,The loveliest, ever heard.
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Of human dignity
Does blend,
To Life
All meaning
Lends,
That’s why
Of Love
We never,
Have enough!
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Poetry feeds,
Of our Humanity,As if to make,A better World,Where All can live,In Harmony.
You feel, what you feel, what you feel
And it’s certainly strange,How different we are from each other.You love, who you love, who you love,Why this one and not another?There is a magical attraction that occurs,That the mystery of love will never uncover.
Poets think,
With words,Holy be he who will,So chose your words carefully,Responsibly, lovinglyThere is time, still.
Here, there, everywhere
To camouflage,So not to hear,The inner, outer screamOf disappointment,That hurts so much!That reality placesWithout caringWhat it destroysOr who loses,Life’s one time,Single match.
I think,
May be somewhatProtected,But the Devil,Probably enhancesEvil.Is this saidJust not to take the blame,And is it Not the Devil,But, WEWho are the source ofAll evil?Because the hellishThings that some have done!Unimaginably,Wrong and hideous,Indicate,That we createOur own hateful,Turbulent, upheaval,Murdering innocenceAnd the weakest,Blaming, mental depravity,For our blindnessOur Evil,Which, by now should beTotally rejected,In order to makeThis World,More Livable.
Weary, Weary are the Wise,
Life, our World,The Universe,In written form,For it is so full ofMystery,So full of dissonantTheory and HistoryThat TruthSomehow lies hidden,Confused and bedridden,Known, for sureBy none…Information,Hidden by deep secretsSince this World was formed,And long ago, begun,Its mysterious secret lifeUnder the Star of Light,Which is, the Sun.
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Easy to lose,
Love fades quickly
When not used.
Love,
Adoration between two,
Sudden waterfall,
Soft as dew,
Tenderness,
Both bold and sweet,
Feeling that you can’t defeat.
Love, why did you hide from me?
That’s the one place,
Where you don’t want to be free.
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In order to fight,
I always return to Poetry,It’s my psychiatric Oasis,The best of friendsThat will ever be,A very good form of therapy.
Relationships are flimsy,
So much dependsOn circumstanceOn interests that were cast,But Love’s supposed to lastForever,Or so we have been told,This dream we have,That’s young and bold,Love, never does grow oldAnd can’t be bought or sold.
Box of Kleenex
Would of, should ofLeft you, at the store,Because knowing you are hereTears start popping everywhere,Just by knowing that you’re there.No, I’m not that sad at all,These are only backed up tears,For the Kleenex in the drawer.I don’t know why,But Kleenex alwaysMake me cry,So, just helpingThe economy along.
The way I have loved you,
In the mystery of dreamsWe had what we had,But never enough.In our love for nature,Ethereal beauty and the Above,Our souls merged together,ForeverLike in no other love.
Can we ever figure out
When they flatterDoubt and screenWords are seldom,What they seem,Like a puzzle,Or a dream.Life is not easyWhen you have to decipher,The strange melodiesOf so many Pied Pipers.
Where is Poetry’s abode?
All spun in gold?For our heartsIt’s a caress,As for Love,It says it best.
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Magical desire
When found
Healing,
When refused
Fire.
Love
Glorious fulfillment
Greatest desire,
Being life’s
Total,
Spiritual Empire!
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Poetry is,
You can’t shake it,Falsify it,Or fake it.Like Autumn Leaves,Poems may fall,But it takes the heart,To authenticate them,All.
A poem can awaken Life,
It’s like a flower’s morning due,It sooths the heart and gives to you,A light that’s bright,And loving too,That’s more than wealth,Can ever do.
Poetry is the Soul of all language,
A ham and cheese sandwich.
In Poetry,
Every sentiment just right,Form a Necklace of well being,Made of beauty, sound and light.
Why do we write?
Cannot retain all the juggling thoughts,That wet it, like a constant Rain.
One love,
Dominates me, humanly,Inundates me constantly,Morning, night It sings to meOh sweet World of fantasy!There I live completely Free,Only me and Poetry,There the Ideal is possibly,My sole true love, romantically.
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At any moment
At any time,
You don’t even
Need a rope,
Just use
Hate and blood
Filled words,
And in moments
The victim
Will succumb
And painfully
Die
From a broken
Heart.
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The perfect combination,
Give you a sensation,That by the Soul is heard.Music, Words and Soul,Equal PoetryComplicated?Not at all.
Who knows, what nobody knows,
Who perfumes the rose?A great Spanish poet wrote:‘Only Mystery makes us live,Only Mystery’,But we still are,Lovers of History,And want to know,What nobody knows,Why are we here,And what makes us go?In search of the TruthsThat we’ll never know…….
It seems that violence, murder,
Must be some poison gas,That’s polluting the weather,Or Uncivilized actions of people,Acting as ever.
A short trip
Where still,Violets are blue,Roses, red too,Still waitingFor you.Imagination,Good will too,Life is made upOf passionate goals,Glory and tears,Conquering fearsAs love pavesThe way, to betterAnd brighter,Days,As hopefully,We pray.
The World belongs
The Sincere,The open hearts.Who, fear notThe solitude of ArtBut do fear,The lying hypocrisies,That tear us apart.
Love,
The endless givingTo one another,As feelings travelFrom hand to hand,Hearts are a beaming,Life’s meaning foundThen two togetherHear Heaven’s sounds,Then lovers wonderHow could they everHave lived apart.
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Apart,
From all the rest
Of creation,
Don’t betray it!
Don’t forget it!
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Keeping the mind active,
But the more you thinkIndependentlyThe more you are despised.Sad but true,Ignorance is not new.
Total fulfillment!
To discover HeavenBefore you die,Love does compromiseAnd glorifyTwo lonely SoulsAnd Lives,That like one Rose,Unify.
So many imitations,
In the bottom of the OceansThat hide so many thingsLike maybe even our originsAnd from where life does beginOr are our secret answers,In the spirals of the UniverseOf which we don’t know, anything.
Under bulging tents we sit,
Waiting for our masters,To make rules,Or send us,To obedience schoolsBut blind folded, opened eyed,We have no place where to hide,And they always get our skin,We, the people never win.
Spinners and Sinners,
They never think,What they do is wrong,Truth is a myth that doesn’t exist,Evil a tool high up on their list,They happily drink, together they toastThe fools that they’ve fooled,And swindled, the most.
Sometimes, I feel I’m floating,
That will push me into the Ocean,It I cry real strong and loud.Sometimes, I feel like dreaming,When there’s nobody around,That the World’s an empty Castle,And that Joy, can still be found.Sometimes, I feel like hiding,In the Black Hands of a Clock,And destroying Time forever,Would that really be a shock?Sometimes, I feel like walking,Directly into the…
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Slowly,
Like roots
That then take hold,
Projecting themselves,
Everywhere.
Making themselves
Indispensable
For my Life to continue
Anywhere,
Without you.
You grew in me,
Slowly,
Like warmth,
When it’s cold,
Opening Light for my heart,
That no longer knew,
How to hold happiness,
So far away it had been taken,
While, my life was breaking
And falling apart.
You gave me back,
My smile,
Just by holding my hand,
Looking into my eyes,
Silently saying with your look:
‘I understand,
I give you my love
So you no longer cry’
And I had no other way
To say, ‘Thank you’
But to Love you
Till the very day, I die.
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We seem to be living Upside Down,
What is crooked, is now round,Today,Good and Bad have no sound,TodayThe Law is a Bear’s Claw,TodayI truly don’t understand,What’s going on,Today.Please, help me,I cannot stand to live this way,Are we living a nightmare with an open Spout?Is everything that was respected, now in doubt?Did I just fall off a passive chair,Lost consciousness, cannot recuperate anywhere?Is…
I dream of you,
An image hardly touched,But when, my love,You love this way,One word can mean so much!
Blue is Blue,
Makes me think of Loving You,Blue your eyes,And Heaven too,When I take,A look at you.Blue my dreams,Around the sky,Blue the wings,That make me fly,I will cross,The deep blue Sea,Just to have you,Close to me.In the blueness of my thoughts,You’re my everlasting torch,Giving life to my blue light,Aqua-blue, my heart’s delight,Marine landscape, world of blueNeptune, Venus,…
Sometimes,
Of life,Inspiration calls,A poem vibes,Harmonizes insideBegging, HopingTo be born!And if that blessed momentDoes occur, does arriveThe inner starsOf inspiration,Feel such a welcomedSensation,All explodes in adorationOf this fluid, ardent Art,Born, from overflowingLove,That Poets cannot hide.
Sometimes,
All is nothingAnd nothing is all,Emptiness, prevailsDown long empty halls,And yet!We hold on,To Life’sIncomprehensibleCallBecause Hope stillBurn eternal,In those withSensitive SoulsAs creativity playsIts saving role.
Poetry
On me,Schizophrenic delight,Withdrawal from realityInto fantasy, delusionEmotional profusion,Flight!That totally liberates me,I travel thru time and spaceAt the velocity of LightNo waste, just facedWith being,What I want to beJust delighting in fantasy,And, completely,Totally and overwhelmingly,FREE!
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The endless giving
To one another,
As feelings travel
From hand to hand,
Hearts are a beaming,
Life’s meaning found
Then two together
Hear Heaven’s sounds,
Then lovers wonder
How could they ever
Have lived apart.
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Can I be content
Loaned to me,For a poem to writeAnd then, to become,My only friends?Is that enoughAttention, protectionAgainst,Time’s revenge?True,Words accompanyThoughts,But what they,Can’t doIs take your hand,Hold you upWhen you’re feelingA bit sad,Or totally lostAnd blue,Give you a tight hugJust to remind you,You’re still human, too.
So many dreams,
Wanting to be lived!To the utmost Romantic scenes,Life is a film,And I am the director of my will,And the Star of my dreams.
The end of the rope
Getting there very,Quickly.Years have gone by,You start to loseHope,Everything you thought,Was pure,Turns acid and grey,The masks offThe light,Slim and dim.For some,Life is a certainRoad to Hell,That you regretBeing in.But too late,To even objectThings are whatThey are,And you are just a shadowIn a world scared and dim,Where the chancesOf being happyAre always very slim.
Search and ye shall learn,
Knowledge serves as Consolation,When alone, you’re getting by,Dries a portion of your tears,When you begin to cry.
Nature’s Bounty,
Earth gives birthTo living things,After Winter’s,Hopeless deathLife ressurectedBy Divine, precept.Flowering Spring!Timely, birth,Blessed be,Our Mother EarthForce renewedTo carry on,Please respectBeauty, well done.
The look that makes you
The longitude of Love’sSweet heart,The kiss that touchedThe eager lips,Who’d want in lifeMuch more than this.
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I and he,
My Dog,
Sandy.
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Life is sad and Life is tragic,
I know by now there is no magic,And that we’re all a bunch of dopes.
From where cometh
The weakest glitter ofSo faraway, a Star?It cometh from inside your SoulWhere love hath sanctified it allWhere only true love is rebornAs slowly,Life begins to call,Again.
All tangled up,
What to say,Can’t stand any more,The ‘Come what may’,It’s already too much!Corruption has had its day,Pierced the core of human decency,And more,Opened of Hell, the door.
Together we will make it,
I love you more than anyone I know,Hold on, I’m coming to take you home,To take care of you, to love you,Now and Always, you’re not alone!
Roses,
Truth.I look at youSo beautiful.Petals of youthVelvet softPerfumed,With the magnificenceOf Nature’s secretsAnd I cryFor your thornsShow meThat life is sadAkin to pain,And life itselfIs slowly slain.And now,In the mirrorsOf TimeA slight breeze blows,Life losses glowThe sadness grows,Oh Rose,DivineNo longer mine.
There’s nothing better,
But what is really Love?If only I could answer that,I’d own the Sun, the SkyAnd all the Stars above,However,Love will always be,The sweetest of mysteries.
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In a compassionating way
Completely surrender to their wishes
Madness
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The magic he created with his magical voice and
he still rules the millions heart,for people like us who grew with his musicit is unbelievable to believe his end was tragic.He died a broken man,his life and his death was ridden with controversiesyet his music healed many a broken hearts and created fantasies,The world will remember him for his charities,he truly filled our world…
Evening shadows
goodbye to the sun.Candles set to dancefor another chilling nightunder silent moon.Life passing awayBetween realism and dreamslike the shifting scenes.
mud trying to catch
to go to palace
reflexion of moon
but moon will not sleep
The splintered day ends
dressed in shredstugging its blanket of starsand on its frayed endsa pale and lonely moon
on a falling leaf
lands on my shoulder
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Why?
A tie
Every one need
They are out of it
Detail?
That is detail.
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Problem!ChildrenDo not know it ever,If knew, they would use good.
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I have rightsRights get defeated,I cannot fightI cannot fight.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │21 February,2018
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Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one’s might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.
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Dirge by William Shakespeare
Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,And yet methinks I have astronomy,But not to tell of good, or evil luck,Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons’ quality,Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell;Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,Or say with princes if it shall go wellBy oft predict that I in…
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Love is reckless; not reason.Reason seeks a profit.Love comes on strong,consuming herself, unabashed. Yet, in the midst of suffering,Love proceeds like a millstone,hard surfaced and straightforward. Having died of self-interest,she risks everything and asks for nothing.Love gambles away every gift God bestows. Without cause God gave us Being;without cause, give it back again.
In my heart you are the mirthful ray
Happy is the world with the Nowruz and with the EidYou are both my Eid and my Nowruz todayاندر دل من مها دل افروز توئيياران هستند ليك دلسوز توئيشادند جهانيان به نوروز و به عيدعيد من و نوروز من امروز توئي
Sonnet 55 by William Shakespeare
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