And never supposed to have.
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Rivers-
when there is waterflooding like youththrough her veins.The moonshineplays flute at nightto make her sleepIn slumber deep.The sunshine spraysDusts of golden dreamson her curves of youth.The shadowsof old, fading afternoonshed like dropsof tear, disobedienton the cheeks of silence.A song of melancholydisperses likecrystals of salt in waterwhen she is no morewith and within me.The mirror deniesme…
Why did the Skylark
As and when we became one?WheneverYou kissed my lobes,WheneverYou touched my vibes,WheneverYou embraced my lone soul,WheneverYou licked my pains off wounds,WheneverYou sipped my fluids of anger,WheneverYou held my hands in distress,WheneverYou loved and let me live,Why did it singSo proud,So happy,With such a note of welcome? ?
ତମେ ବୋଧେ
ଏତେ ପାଶେମୋତେ ରଖିବା କୁ ଚାହୁଁନାହଁ,ଭଲ ଲାଗିଥାନ୍ତାମୋତେ ଯଦିସିଧା ସିଧା,କହିଥାନ୍ତ, ଆଉ ଆସ ନାହିଁ ।ତମେ କଣଜାଣିନ ମୋ କଥାମୁଁ କେମିତିଖୁସୀ ହୁଏ ତୁମକୁ ଦେଖିଲେ?ତମ ଠୁ ଦୂର କୁଛାଡି କେବେଯିବା ପାଇଁମନ ମୋ ନଥାଏ କେବେ ହେଲେ ।ଆଉ କେବେଦୂରେଇ ଯିବନିକଥା ଦିଅ,ମୁହଁ ଦେଖାଇବଯେବେ ନେବି ମୁଁ ମେଲାଣି ।।କାଲି ପୁଣିଦେଖା ହେବା ଯାଏତୁମ ମୁଁହଦିଶୁଥିବ,ନାଚୁଥିବ ତୁମରି ଚାହାଣୀ ।।
I call him a poet
Who beautifies his lonelinessSitting all aloneIn the dark.SomeoneWho has stoppedTo compare withThe hills of status,The oceans of achievement,The deserts of pain,The Suns of ego,The Moons of pleasure,And even ifHas stoppedChasing his own shadow,The very epitome ofBeing followed by others.Such a being-A pure soul,An innocent heart,A creative mind,A light bodyReady to fly up highAnd sigh any…
War is a bleeding game of dice
None to win, all to lose.
And now within myself
The corners and the corridors,All the routes and the bordersAll the skies of my dreamsAll the oceans of my griefsAll the narrow lusts for lifeAnd desires broad and blue,All the passions OptimizedIn and Around you.Now I have stoppedCrying over the spilt milkCraving for the virgin touchesBurning for the urges lostNor for the dreams shatteredAs there…