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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Just a Short NOTE here. Know, dear poet friends,
with the happiest heart that this is my 100th Poem, so sorry in Dutch, but next time in my 101st poem, it will be English again.Thank you, sincerely Sylvia Frances Chan, First Christmas day 2017‘k Wilde zeggen,wees niet slechts op Kersttijd aardig en liefwees ook altijd eerlijk en maak nietvan je moeder’sportemonnee jezelf een diefgewoon…
Madames et Messieurs
on this Greatest Blessing Sundaythe Lord´s Great Love in All His Waysno more sweeter wordssinging, cheering of the chatting birdsjust remember God´s WordsOnly Love, Love and Loveto all fathers in the worldfrom God Above….AD Dutch FathersDay Sunday 17 June 2018Dutch Poetess, Evangelist, World Traveler
POEM 770
Today there are no sun rays yetthe roads are not muddy but irritating wet,it feels cold, not cozy at allthat’s all we can get, yes, that’s alltoday we can’t walk around in my area,where I reside is uphill,but for the rest, especially the coastal areait is approximately 7 meters below the seaI visited Death Valley,…
Beste Poem Hunter
in je gedichtkoepelik voel me op mijn gemaken multifunctioneelhier in je poëtische huisIk zou nooit meer ronddwalenaangezien ik hier thuis ben!Heel erg bedanktvoor alle comforten ondersteuning!Met vriendelijke groet,Sylvia Frances ChanNederlandVrijdag 5 juni 2020This is a translation of the poemDear Poem Hunter….bySylvia Frances Chan
The Great Silence………
true quietcompletely silentonly the moon shone and smiledin complete silence and friendlinessthe universe lightedby the moononly tonight in its close coverthe loveliest greatest dotfull moon in complete silence,the universe´s enjoyment,my greatest momentin God´s firmament….©Sylvia Frances Chan2019 – All Rights ReservedMonday 16 September
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR LANI on the 23rd of FEBRUARY
since she has moved to America, it became Lanishe apologized Americans want all things to sound shortand faster than the tornado to reachwhat is going in each American mouth I have seen on Dutch TV spotis a very large plastic box filled with ice creamthat only is ONE person consuming itin front of the TV…
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For the lovers
To lose the heart-beats.
Rejuvenating.
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Eyes dry, all tears shed
Nothing left to rest upon.
A surge in the Ocean
Valentines in a lonely island.
You are my teacher, Oh Mother Earth
And see them grow and prosper.
There
In the golden sunshineOf the afternoon.YouRaised your handSlender, wet with rainsOf our nostalgic youth.SoftlyThe flight of birdsResounded the orange chantsOf the once green temple of lust.YouThrew a slender smileMelancholy over the bowOf your hazel green eyes.
Often I wonder
Do I live in?What am I and how longHave I been so?Who made me as I am?And next moment-ComposingOnly myselfI create my worldWhich I myself am.
Seasons have changed.
Unaltered as before,They never smell alike,Nor do they speak nor sing alike,While you were here.The summer sums upMy moments of loneliness.The rains wash awayMy memories dusted anywhere.The autumn summons me-My timeline needs a renewal!The winter fosters in meMy remaining leaves be shed.The spring fingers onMy tired strings of heart.The dew that took you away,My world…
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Wet it up
With tears and blood
Gratifying.
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Here is the holy moment,
to render joy of colour.
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 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.
Ever since the race began
In thoughts, action or warfare.
ଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ
କେତେ କଥା,ଯାହା ସବୁ ମନ ତଳେଉଙ୍କି ମାରୁଥିଲା,ସାରା ଦିନ ଛାତି ତଳେଚାପି ହୋଇକଷ୍ଟ ପାଉଥିଲା,ସବୁକିଛି ସେଇମିତିମନ କଥାମନରେ ରହିଲା ।।ସବୁ ଥିଲେନିଜ ଲୋକ,ଆମ ଚାରି ପାଖେ –ତଥାପି କାହିଁକି ମୋତେସମୟ ଟାପର ଲାଗୁଥିଲାତମ ଖୁସି,ଆଖିର ଲହରୀଆମ ସାକ୍ଷାତ ବାଆ ରେବାଟ କାଟି,ନାଚି ନାଚିଚାଲିଥିଲା ଆଗକୁ ଆଗକୁ –ଜିଭ କିନ୍ତୁଜଡ଼ ହୋଇଗଲା,ସତେ ଅବାଶବ୍ଦର ଫସଲ ପରେବାଲି ମାଡ଼ିଗଲା ।।
(1)
In my ears of longingThose few secrets of loveHighly inspiring and touching…Your words were strange,Over the hours of your stay,Underneath those verses of careRoses of my last dream did lay!Lots of pleasure and loadsOf pain we had undergoneVeiled within those momentsEngulfing my heart lovelorn!After you spoke about her,Never could I believe, nor did IDare bypassing…
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Look at it
With all your heart
Passionate.
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A sky of winter afternoon
Someone stills the heart beats.
In such a season.
We met each otherhands in hands,Lips on lips,Eyes at eyes,and our heartsinches awaymissing a beat or two,after momentsof silent hugsand warm embracesI could feelhow pleasantis this moment,and how colourfulis this season,when it is springand the one opposite meis none but you.And it was youwho taught methe alphabets ofeternal love and longingsand how all seasons arenot…
She was no more
I was enchanted.I felt like being there-There, at once,With her to sufferThe same fate, to go overthe same hurdles, to crythe same tears,to undergo the sameof pain and sorrows.In a moment or twoI was thereAt the door,The trapdoor of her cage.Never did I try to knowIf the case had.An owner, soft at heartOr rude and…
King Yudhisthira,
You were the firstThe first to wed me,The first to woo meinto ways of conjugation,The first to show me my Dharma,My ways of wifehoodMy moments of conjugal pleasureshone with the Sun that was you,of all my husbandsyou were-the softest at heart,the love off your heart flowedto my barren virgin soulthat made me wet withall the…
The hexagon of my heart
Drops of love turn honey.
The smile on your lips
paints colours on my dreams.
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Emerges from souls
Snakes through heart’s valley.
Ceaseless.
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A do or die day
He never fell in love.
This world needs gardens,
Gardens of peace,Gardens of coexistence,Gardens of theWhole civilizationMeant forThe kids and the old,The weak and the bold,The rich and the poor,Now, always, for ever.
-୦୧- ସନ୍ୟାସୀ ର ମୋହ
ଶ୍ରାବଣ ରଚପଳ ଅବିରଶିଳା ର ଏସ୍ଥାଣୁ ଆଉସ୍ଥବିର ଓଠ ରେ?ବୟସ ରସବୁତକ ନୀଳହଜି ଗଲା ପରେମରିଚିକାମିଛ ମିଛସପନ ପଛରେ ।।
As the Sun
A gust of wild windCarries an uneven blowWith a smell of stale conjugationFrom the distant shores of life,Drifts into my blood.The tired afternoonCrushes the wild buds of desireGrinds the crystals of sweet dreamsInto powders of slow deathTo mix with my evening drinks.As I start ruminating,Listening to the stories of-The youth of angry butterflies,The dreams of…
Like
you took your bodyas an instrumentof love.Your questfor intense lovein the intense embracesof our bodies,Your questfor an intimate assylemof warmth- physicalLust, libido amalgamed.
I was happy
To the fullest of her wings,Nothing to push her backNon to break her journey.Now, I was sureShe would be, at her best-Exploring her limitless skies,And feeding herselfWith bondless joys of flight.But, the next momentI found her. Akin,Sitting and singing thereAt a branch, that wasThere, next to me.As I asked her how she was-She smiled with…
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Strange but true
Through valleys, seas, sky
Blue.
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-୦୧- ସନ୍ୟାସୀ ର ମୋହ
ଶ୍ରାବଣ ରଚପଳ ଅବିରଶିଳା ର ଏସ୍ଥାଣୁ ଆଉସ୍ଥବିର ଓଠ ରେ?ବୟସ ରସବୁତକ ନୀଳହଜି ଗଲା ପରେମରିଚିକାମିଛ ମିଛସପନ ପଛରେ ।।
Tell me!
the name of that river,the riverthat has nevertouched the Oceanof her dreams,the riverthat has neverurged to flowdown the lanesof her curves of youth,the riverthat has neverfelt ever a surgewithin her swelling breaststo wet its banks,the riverthat has neverflooded ever beyondthe walls of dreams and desires,the riverthat has neverbeen bornout of a lone land,or adry mountain!
ବାସୀ ବିଛଣା ର
ଆମ ଗଲା ରାତି ସ୍ମୃତି,ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେ ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେଏ ଗୋପନ ଦାଗଗଲା ବସନ୍ତ ର ଗୀତି ।।
Spoons have no taste bud
Is it sacrifice or ignorance?
I want not
High, great, yet alien-that never bears a land or tree,that never backs an undergrowthof plants and shrubs for free,where birds of Earth,the lovers of height,the lovers of the sky high,the blue seekers of horizons,don’t sit on itdo not dwell there.Rather I would love to be a treeBanyan or Mango or an Oak,for folks to gather…
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.
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Blue and vast
Expanding to contain all.
Accommodating.
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What else
My birdie, it hasbeen the go,go of this world, my dear-A bird never belongs to a tree,But a tree belongs to her.Every bird awaits its duskThe dusk of its life,each passing daybefore leaving it for the day,To escape the bonda sense of response,Like tenants sometimesshed a tear-for the housethat they had hiredto dwell for a…
Kal se
pata nehin kyun…Isse pehleAisa kabhi nehinhua karta thajab suraj nikal rahathaaur panchhia chun chun kargaane ga rahe the,tab mujheSone ko ji karta hai.Jab chand aasmaan parubhar ta rehta thaaur kumud yahan nichebar bar sadiyan badalti thitabhi mujheronaa aa raha hai.Pata nehin kyunAaj aisa ho raha hai..Kisse puchhunye mujhe hua kya hai?kisse jaanuye mera kaisa halat…
Alphabets are everything,
All you need to be,All you need to have,Are nothing but to learn thatAlphabets of PoliticsAnd Politicians-are to be masteredand put into practicesAt an appropriate timeand place, alongwithA right kind of shrewdnessand reasonable mindset.
An affair of the millennium
Blood floods the moon bride.
Laughter is the droplet of water
Bringing a rain of hope.
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.
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Of green leaves
For the tired Traveller.
Comforting.
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ବୟସ ର ଅପରାହ୍ନେ
ଧୂଆଁଳିଆସମୟ ଚାଦର ତଳେକେହି ଅବାଧୀରେ ଛୁଇଁଯାଏ –ବାହାରେ ବରଷା ତାରଅବିରତ ରିମ୍ ଝିମ୍ ସୁରେମିଳନ ର ରାଗ ଗାଉଥାଏ ।।
The shawl of Winter mist
the vast expanse ofgold fragrancein the mustard fieldsmurk the lust skin deep.Wisps of winged cloudstart soapingthe soft fair nude skinof the lady mountainsurge a fire of urgein the nuptial bedspread over tons and tonsof mustard flowers.
Love
Grow it upWith lattices of faithRapturous.
Since that moment of separation
A traveller without his destination.
It is the place
The zigzag pathLeading to the hill sideWhere you saved me that day.As I wasOn the verge of a slide.A lone dry laneWithout you and meHolding hands under the rain!It is the placeWhere we parted last day.The meadows, greenWith grasses of teen days’ touchHave grown older and thorny.The bird’s chirp withA touch of dry, dark, agony.The…
A festival of colours knocks
Moment to rejoice with love.
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For rising Suns-of-hope
And Moons of dreams.
Manifesting.
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Your green and hazel eyes
Snake through valley of my soul.
All of a sudden
And a crySilent, buriedDeep within me.As I lookedOn and on,I saw it was you-Inviting me to follow-With your bluish looksWith your reddish lipsWith your open arms.I started chasing youI chased you,You chased the clouds,With wings of desire.The clouds followedThe moon,You followedThe cloud,I followed youTill you fadedInto the hollownessOf the bye gone memories.
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…
Laughter is the droplet of water
Bringing a rain of hope.
I am Draupadi,
of five great wishesWish to partnerthe greatest and the bestking on Earth-One who uphold Dharma and isa symbol of justice and austerity.Wish to partnerthe bravest and strongesthero on EarthOne who thrashes every evil willwith his muscles of strength and vigour.Wish to partnerthe greatest ever dreamerand archer on EarthOne who shoots every target-be it mundane or…
A moment’s talk
Made me forgetAges and ages of burningYears and years of suffocation,All those million sad momentsAll those million songsOf the grave yards,Torturing distances,Of searching you overMountains and deserts,Lakes and OceansBreezes hot or coldSkies, New or oldBeds of rivers orShores of the Seas.A single momentWith youMade me forgetAll and Everything that had yetBeen without you.
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Below everyone’s feet
Like a mother’s lap.
Buttressing.
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While fighting back
lonely bird, victim andStruck in a storm,You extendyour hands of support.And they extendtowards meThe touch ofa handful of springand a wisp of blue cloudsof the virgin autumnIn the dark blackof my rainy skyThe green lightning of your eyesThe sweet, thin, soft timberof your songfrom the farhorizonreach me, and theywet me within,in the autumn lightof the…
I am a half
With the counterpart.Half of my father’s bloodAnd half my mother’s tearsMake it all.To youI’m Professor SnapeA strict, rude oneBut who else-Other than my LilyKnows thatI am half a girlAnd half a man!I knowI am sorryThat I always worryAnd trouble Harry-For all his innovative mistakesWith Weasley and GrangerPuts alwaysHis life in danger,But as I lovedLily, his…
In that deadly moment,
You from me.All your memories, all at oncewere all invoked within me.Felt like flying up to there,where this moment, you are.To meet those eyes, hazelthrough the blue curtainsThat fall between youAnd your faithful shadow.
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…
The way to kill a nation
cage them inside narrow lanes.
ଆର ପାଖେ ସମୟ କୁ
ମହ ମହ ବଉଳ ବାସ୍ନା କୁ-ଝୁରୁଥାଏ ସମ୍ମିଳିତ କୁଆଁରୀ ଓଠ ରଜୁଆରିଆ ହସ ଆଉଗୀତ ର ଫୁଆର,ଫୁଲ ବଉଳ ବେଣୀ ରନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ରାଗ ରେ, ଛନ୍ଦ ରେ ।।ଶରତ ର ବେଳ ବୁଡିଯାଏମାଈ କାକର ରେ,ପାନ୍ଡୁରିତ ଗୋଧୁଳି ରରକ୍ତ ଆଉ ଅବିର ମୁହଁ ରେ ।।
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Of elegant angels
With pious-lust for life
Never-ending.
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No one owns all
Has a masterIn this Universe.
କେମିତି ବୁଝେଇବି ଯେ
ନିଜ ହାତେ,ମୋ ହାତେ ଥାପିଲଏ ଜନ୍ମ ର ଶ୍ରେଷ୍ଠ ଉପହାର,ମୋ ପାଇଁ ତମ ମନରେଅଙ୍କୁରିତ ପ୍ରଣୟ ରଗୋଲାପୀ ସନ୍ତକ-ସମର୍ପିଲ ଚିଠି ରେ ତୁମର?
It’s so difficult to recognize
A life under the shadow.
The honeycomb of my life
You reside in every cell.
Deep down the lake of your lover’s tears
Like a soap bubble yet to be touched.I love you, So I don’t touch..But simply keep countingThe minutes, andThe beats of my heart.
Love me dear or not
Happy that I love you.
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Enjoyed, not played,
On unseen grounds, hearts,
Spontaneous.
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Why to kill the hero?
Without a bed time story.
ତୁମେ ଆସିବା ର
ମୋ ଜୀବନ ଥିଲାନିଆଁରେ ଧୂଆଁ ରେ ଭରା,ତମ ଆସିବାରମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେ ଖୁସିଆଲୋକେ, ପୁଲକେଭରିଗଲା ସାରା ଧରା ।।ସୁଭାଷ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ର ଚକ୍ର
A news of glee
Ignites the dark forest of melancholyWith a flame of ecstasyAnd a warmth of kissing lips.
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.
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…
ତୁମେ ଯେଉଁ ମାଟି,
ପଲକେ ବି ଛୁଇଁଥିଲ,ସେ ଦୁନିଆ ମୋରସପନ ରାଇଜଅମୃତ, ଅମୂଲ ମୂଲ ।।
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From Rock hearts
Flows down lust-free minds.
Perennial.
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A journey of a youth
Stephen’s quest infinite conquers death.
While pouncing into
Of blackish waterOf the ocean ofYour eyes,I wishedThere must beA cabin of pearl.Hiding within itThe secret scarlet life ofThe dream princess,With green wingsand blue eyes,and a cold night of winterclad with a grey foggy horizon,a wonderful beetlecoveredwith a skinwith the colour of thedarkest night of the year.This is a translation of the poemଖୋଜିବା ର ସେଇ…
Oil floats
In small, tiny amount.Likewisepeople of low profileScatter their dreamsWhen they fall short ofan appropriate numberthat suits their existence.
Your cold kisses
red with expectationsthat are bathedin the lake of death wishesremain untracedin the prescribed mapof unfulfillmentthe moon of agonyshines in the sky of painsabove the zenithof nights of separation.The butterfly of sinpromises once moreone more night,one more full moon of sexto the flowerwith a virgin bed.
ଆଜି ଟିକେ ମାଗି ଦେଲି
ମୋ କାଗଜୀ ଛାତିରେ ଛାତିରେ,ଏତିକି ମାଗିଲି ବୋଲିତମ ଠୁ ପହିଲି ବାରଦେଖିଲି ମୁଁ,କିଛି ଗୋଟେ ଦେଲ ବିରକ୍ତି ରେ ।।
Love
Of two birdsNurturing the same dream..Passionate.
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Of pages unread
With chapters of seasons
Mysterious.
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Apes are teachers
Till they fail to be one like them.
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…
It has been a war
The Haves and the Have-nots.
ଯେଉଁ ମନ ଥିଲା, ତୁମ ପାଇଁ ପ୍ରିୟେ
ଯେଉଁ ବାହୁ ଡୋର, ପରଶ ଓଠ ରତୁମରି ଜୀବନ ଥିଲା-ଯେଉଁ ଛାତି ତଳ ତାତି, କଥା, ବ୍ୟଥାତୁମରି ନି8ଶ୍ୱାସ ଥିଲା-ଆଜି ସେଇ ମନ, ଦେହ ର ଦେଉଳରିକ୍ତ, ତିକ୍ତ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।
In that hour before-
Wings of my desire to die-Aspired to be with you again.Ship of my exile fromYour endless vale of silence-On another timeless voyage,Undertook a newer oath,Reckless to smell your fragrance,Catering the hunger of my soulAwaiting to be fed with thy memories,Limitless thirst for you to quench,Lust for a life was aroused.
ସଂଗୀତ ମୁଖର
ନିରସ, ନିଥର ମନ ।ଜୁଆରିଆ ନଈମୋର ଏ ହୃଦୟହେଲା ଶୁଖି ଜଳହୀନ ।।ପୁନେଇଁ ରାତି ରନୀଳ ଜୋଛନା ରେଏବେ ବି ତୁମରି ହସ-ଖାଲି ଖାଲି ଏଇମନ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳାକାନ୍ଥ ରେ ନିରାଶା-ବିଷ ।।
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It is the glorious,
Feeling
The Whole World
Should be made of.
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I don’t take Poetry lightly
Passionately steep,Very much alive and resilientEncompassing all human feelingsThat are good, loving and brilliant!And that sometimes, even make you weep.
Poetry became,
Of Feelings,The other name.
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!
Imagination,
Life in animation,Images, recreation,Delectation!Cinema,Spoken or Silent,What Talent!Standing ovation.Films,My adoration,The world of Make Believe,Titanic creation,Moving sensation,My Salvation!
What does inspire us to Write?
A sudden scene, a sudden fright,Or just imagination’s flight?Love’s always good, the best of all,But is not always there, on call,And then there’s sadness and there’s pain,When Love is gone, creations wane,You feel you’ll Never write Again!
Like the first One,
A part of you,Like the last One,It was never enoughThis love, this lightThat is Poetry.
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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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Life is a series of phases
When young, time racesWhen old, you won’t let goOf memories, of places,Of loved ones,That you loved soRemembering,Melancholically,So very long ago.
We are at a Crossroad,
The train has left the station,And is sorely off the track,Our priorities cannot wait,Tomorrow will be too late,Values must be put back in place,WIN we must, this very last race.This Nation,Founded, to drown the misery,That Europeans knew so well,Must not succumb, to their wreched past,Embrace falsehoods and false prophets,That will not last,Our pride in Truth…
You sooth the mind
You can unwind,The elixir of pleasure,Invisibly caress,The mind and heart bless,Like moving oceans,You return failing lifeLike no other potion,Blessed be!Your life giving emotion.
We can’t help it,
The Joy,The electrifying action,The magnetic attraction,The dreaming while awake,Hoping that Time will stand still,So that this Love will never dissipate!
Guess Who?
Corruption, Lies, Rumble!The Country will Tumble,All Empires Do.
My finest hour
I suppose,Wagging tongues willKindly say,‘It was all your fault,Anyway! ‘
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Harder to define.
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Not all poems are created equal
Two brooks, next to each otherWill meander in different sense.No love is like any other,Be it bland or intense,But in this world,So full of horrorLove seems to beThe only thingThat makes any sense.
Beauty’s secret,
Beauty is to be shared,With all those that ever cared,About Life, about Mystery,About Love and its Victory.
There are Loves that you remember,
But nothing is forever,Things, just never seem to stay,Happiness is a feather,So often blown away.
He,
But did so much bad!What makes man, the Monster he is,Partly good but mostly bad.
Blueberry Muffins, waves and high seas,
To the Land of the Bluebird, born from the Sea,To the Land of Love and blue fantasy.Let’s sail away for more than a day,Maybe Forever, will be okay,Leaving the world to its battles and crimes,We will always feel, we’ve left nothing behind,There is a new blue world that we can discover,If we’re always together, loving…
When lilacs bloom,
When Spring is new,I think of you.When oceans storm,I think of you.When days go gray,I think of you.All past or new,I think of you.When morn does lightThe lonely night,I think of you,Yes, day and night,The one not onlyDid I love,But so adored,Never enough.I think of youAnd so regretThe years apartAfter we met,The many yearsI did…
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Of two birds
Nurturing the same dream..
Passionate.
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As my poems whisper to me,
In the way one reveals a secret-to the childhood friend, they speakmore of my silences than my noises withinand the chaos around.Like a shy lily under the heavy night rain,Like a gust of humid air carrying the painof molestation over a timid girl’s teen skin,Words of silence condenseInto unhappy drops of tear whenThe flesh of…
Like the wet grass
Of the Rainy nightI store your foot printsOn my heart.Like a grasshopperOf the green meadowsFrom horizon to horizonI dance to your tunes,And the lyrics unsung.
With hundreds of friends around
In danger, depression or jail.
ଆଜି ଆମେ
ସମୟ ର ସାଗର ବେଳା ରେ,କାଲି ଥିଲେଆପଣା ରପାଶେ ପାଶେ, ଦେହ ରେ, ମନ ରେ।
ତୁମ ସହ ପଦଟିଏ କଥା,
ଯୁଗ ଯୁଗ ଜଳିଥିବା,ଛଟପଟ ହୋଇଥିବା,ମାଟି ପାଣି ପବନରେଖୋଜି ହୋଇଥିବାଅୟୁତ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ଆଉବିରହ ର ବ୍ୟଥା ।।ଆଜି ଏଇକଥା ପଦେ ତୁମ,ମୋ ଭିତରେ ଆଣିଦେଲାତୄଷ୍ଣା ର ଜୁଆର ।।ଚେଇଁଦେଲ,ତୁମେ ମୋ ଭିତରେଦୁନିର୍ବାର ମୋହ ବଞ୍ଚିବାରଏବେ ଆଉ ଏ ଦୁନିଆଛାଡ଼ି ପାରିବିନି ।।ତୁମେ ଯେଉଁମାଟିରେ ଚାଲୁଛ,ତୁମେ ଯେଉଁପାଣିକୁ ଛୁଉଁଛ,ସେ ଦୁନିଆ ସୀମା ଆରପାରେରହି ପାରିବିନି ।।ତୁମ ଶ୍ବାସଛୁଉଁନାହିଁ ଯେଉଁ ପବନକୁତାକୁ ନେଇମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତେ ବି ବଞ୍ଚିପାରିବିନି ।।।
ପୂର୍ବ ଥର ଭଳି କଣ
ଠିକ ସେଇ ସାତ ବର୍ଷ ପାଇଁ?ନା, ତମ ଆସିବା ର ସେଇପୂଣ୍ୟ ବଳ ନେଇଜୀବନ ରୁ ବିରହ ର ଅବସାନ ହେବ-ସବୁ ଦିନ ପାଇଁ,ଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ ପରମାୟୁ ପାଇଁ? ?ଖାଲି ଏ ଜନମ ନୁହଁଏଇ ଜନ୍ମ, ପର ଜନ୍ମ,ଯେତେ ଯେତେ ବାର ଆମେଏ ମାଟି କୁ ଆସୁଥିବା, ଜନ୍ମ ନେଉଥିବା,ବାର ବାର ଭେଟୁଥିବା, ସାଥି ହେଉଥିବାସାତ ଜନ୍ମ ପାଇଁ!ସବୁ ଜନ୍ମ ପାଇଁ! !ଇଏ ହେବ ମିଳନ ରସର୍ବ ଶେଷ ବାର,ମନ-ମନ, ଦେହ-ଦେହପ୍ରାଣ-ପ୍ରାଣ, ଆତ୍ମା-ଆତ୍ମା଼ଏକାଠି ହେବାର ।।।
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Soothing and quenching
Eternal thirst of waiting.
Gratifying.
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It’s so difficult to recognize
A life under the shadow.
Quite flows
Peace seeks its placeIn the space infinite,Only the game of numbersContinues sinceTime immemorial.
And within minutes
just changed everything,Everything that a girlpossesses just withinto render one dayto the man of her dreamsto the king of her empire thatengulfed till datethe isles of her curves,the mounts of her desires,the lakes of her lust,the oceans of her heart,the skies of her dreams,the valleys of her passion,And the shores of her soulGot the first…
Oh Papa…
Love for the people.The people we meetOn the roadsOf the pastOr the present,Of the future –Near or far.Love for the people –Who lead usAmongst the storm,Who lend usTheir handsIn sharing, caringOr inspiringThe tenderness in us.Home,09.15 a.m.01 August 2014.
You dipped
In the river of tearsWhich You had beenFostering with loveTill date.Till yesterdayIt was crowdedWith dense darkness,With bright sunshine,With peopleLoving and caring,With kiths and kinsHugging and embracing,The wind wasPregnant with fragrance-Fresh and fine,The sky was bleedingBlood red with dreams-Nascent brewn, shiningThe heart wasLosing a beatNow and then.
Apes are children
Before learning to climb.
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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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Schoonheid ligt overal om ons heen….
Nederland heeft zijn roemin dit echt natte spelmaar het is geen schandedit zijn zegeningen van de Heernat groeit alle planten opnieuw groenzon, regens of stormachtig weerdit is iets van ouds dat ik gekend hebde Heer heeft ons geleerdzegeningen zijn in alle fomatenhet is geen kliksysteemnet zoals we vaak het volkslied zingenheb je ooit ontdektna zware…
Yeats, Not Keats….
on my carpe diem bedWilliam Butler Yeats, that’s it!
Hunger and saturation
absurd and observedmiraculous and magicalsensational and sensuouscolours and paintsheavens and huespalets and paintingstremendous treatvariety valuableClosest to hunger nowfar from deprived saturationhonestly true absurdafter i have observedthe many many miraculous and magical occurrencesthey are oft sensational appearancesbut also very sensuousespecially concerningthe true colors on my paletsas i have seen them while looking at the paintingstremendous layers…
The full corn moon….
on Wednesday, September 2,2020 at 1: 22 a.m.ET,and is known as the Full Corn Moon.Would you like to see all that so soon?Pay attention to the coming Full MoonIt starts exactly on Wednesday, September 2,2020 at 1.22 a.m.When the harvest moon takes place in October,closest to the autumn equinox,September’s full moon is called the corn…
Mijn Deuntje In Juni….
in de heerlijke maand juni?gewoon een liedje, geen opmaatnoch etudeeen eenvoudig liedvan alles OKover de bijen en de vogelsniets vreemdsover de hemel en de aardemet veel waardeover het bestaanin alle genialiteiten er is GodHij maakten Hij verlichthet heelalen het hele sterrenstelseldit simpele versvan nederige SylvieThis is a translation of the poemMy Tune In June….bySylvia Frances…
Lieveling, met de mooie geest,
ik ben vandaag zo triest en melancholiekondanks de zon fel schijnt, verdrietig maar niet ziek.Verzen modern of oud gedateerdover liefde en passie hebben we tenimmer verleerdschrijf ze, schat, alleen voor mij,als meest magische, zoals jij alleen en wij.Klodder op canvas, kies een kleurblaas ze in vurige pracht plus de geurlaat mijn hart weer sneller bonkenkan…
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Rendered with heart
Brings spring on Earth.
Fulfilling.
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Memories- Sweet or Sour
They bring us together,Hatching newer urges,Engulf the islands of fear.Mysteries behind the mischiefAnd cruel tricks plottedThat separated us in the long runIndefinitely and Infinite times.Chorus of our innate feelingsStunned, silenced forever.Before we could realizeEternal bliss of being togetherCan no more be a realityAnd that we would go on longing forMonotonously, for being closerEver after, again…
You were my teacher
When I started to explore.
Poems never dry within heart
Readers bring the rains back.
ଥରୁଟିଏ
ମୋ ଆଖି ମିଶି ଗଲା ପରେ,ମୁଁ ନିଜକୁମାପି ଶିଖିଲି ।ତଉଲିଲିମୋର ସାରା ଆକାଶ କୁ,ଆକାର ର କେନ୍ଦ୍ର, ପରିଧି କୁ ।।ପାଲଟିଲିମାନଚିତ୍ର ଟିଏତମ ଆଖି-ଭୂଗୋଳ ବହି ରେ ।।।
Since that moment of separation
A traveller without his destination.
ତମେ ଯେଉଁ ମାଟି ରେ ଚାଲିବ-
ତମେ ଯେଉଁ ବର୍ଷା ରେ ଭିଜିବ,ସେ ମେଘ ମୋ ସପନେ ଭାସିବ…ତମେ ଯେଉଁ ପାଣି ପବନ ରେଭିଜିଥିବ ଗୋଟିଏ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ-ସେଇ ମାଟି ପାଣି ଓ ପବନ,ପାଲଟିବ ମୋ ଦେହ ର ରକ୍ତ….
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Of tear dried
On the lover’s cheek
Nostalgic.
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ତୁମ ଆଖି
ସାତ ତାଳ, ଗଭୀର ତଳ କୁଲମ୍ପ ଦେବା ବେଳେଭାବୁଥିଲି ଥିବ ନିଶ୍ଚେ ଗୋଟେମୋତି ର ଫରୁଆ-ଲୁଚିଥିବ ତା ଭିତରେରାଜକନ୍ୟା ଜୀବନ ନାଟିକା-ଥିବ, ସବୁଜ ପକ୍ଷ ଓ ନୀଳ ଆଖିଝୂମାଭ ଦିଗନ୍ତ ଘେରା ଶୀତ ରାତିଅନ୍ଧାର ରଙ୍ଗ ର ଚମ ବେଢିଥିବାବିଚିତ୍ର ଭଅଁର ଟିଏ ।
Love
Take a bathIn its vast blueHeart-throbbing.
During those searching years
Sans your shape,Sans your colour,Over the ashes-Of the pyre of separationOver the flamesOf my burning heart.All the memoirsSweet, fragrant and colourfulLike the springWere burnt.Flowers bloomed,But of course-Sans pleasure,Sans contentment,Sans fragrance! !
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.
The essence,
Your existence,Still filled the room.The orangeOf the rising sunFrom the horizon,Was consoling me,Through the window glasses.The skylark inA far off sky wasJust declaring your sweet-Yet passionate presence, andA delicate promise to returnAgain and Again, to me,Back to me! !
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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Keep it up
With all your heart
Contending.
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I seek you
When the tired soul needsA sniff of fresh airIn the crowd of momentsFilled with torturous silence –And your sweet fading voiceCalls my name from a worldUnseen ever,Unheard of,Unfamiliar withMy pensive heart…I start seeking youWhere the moon shines.
Your black flames
A hypnotizing eye startedEmanating from theDark nipples of faithlessness.And like a sweet deceit-Burnt the wings ofA midnight mothVenturing intoThe never retreating skyOf shameless desires.
କାଲି ଠାରୁ ବିଚିତ୍ର ଲାଗୁଛି-
ତମେ ମୋତେ ସତେ ଅବାପୂରା ମିଳିଗଲ,ଆଉ ଥରେ ଏଇ ଜନମ ରେ ।ପୁଣି କେବେ ଏମିତି ଲାଗୁଛିଯେମିତିକା ଖୁବ୍ ଶୀଘ୍ରଏ ସାକ୍ଷାତ ପର୍ବ-ପର୍ଯ୍ୟାୟ ରସମାପ୍ତି ଆସିବ, ପୁଣିଚାଲି ଯିବା ଆମେ ଦୂରେ ଦୂରେ ।।ସତେ କଣ ଏମିତି ଘଟିବ?ଆମ ଦୁହିଙ୍କ ଦୁନିଆବାର ବାର ଏକ ହେବ,ଅଲଗା ବି ହେବ? ?
ଆମ ଆଖି ଅପହଞ୍ଚ
ଆସିଥିବାଆମ ପରିଆଉ ଜଣେ ପାଇଁଆମର ତ ହୃଦୟ ରେଚେନାଏ ବି ଭୂଇଁଖୋଲା ନାହିଁ ।।ସବୁ ଖାଲି ସଂରକ୍ଷିତ,ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ନଇବେଦ୍ୟ,ପୂଜା ଡାଲା,ଫୁଲ ଆଉ ଧୂପ ର ସାମଗ୍ରୀ,ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ଦେବତା ଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ,ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧାରିତ ମନ୍ତ୍ର, ଛନ୍ଦ,ଭକ୍ତିପୂତ-ନିର୍ଦ୍ଧିଷ୍ଟ ମୁଦ୍ରା ରେ ।।
War is a volcano of lust
Spreading ashes of hatred.
ଆଜି ସେଇ
କେବେହେଲେଆସିଲାନି କାହିଁକି ମୋ ପାଇଁ?ତମ ସ୍ନେହ, ପ୍ରେମ,ଦରଦ ରଯୋଗ୍ୟ ହେବାକପାଳେ ମୋ ନାହିଁ? ?
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Bathe in it
Like you did never
Fulfilling.
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In a moment
Into a droplet of tearIn the eyes, in questOf your foot prints,Along the path of strangeness,Down the lane of memory.Around the orbit ofMy love for your unborn-Desires and dreams, andLust for life.
War is a border
To live and let live.
During those searching years
Sans your shape,Sans your colour,Over the ashes-Of the pyre of separationOver the flamesOf my burning heart.All the memoirsSweet, fragrant and colourfulLike the springWere burnt.Flowers bloomed,But of course-Sans pleasure,Sans contentment,Sans fragrance! !
I was born
Followed byA very slowcoolingIn those igneous moments.I was born largeA large body,A larger mass,But a little mindAnd a much narrower heartAlbeit little did I knowOf conflicts, collisionsandAbout wars, confrontationsNor ofcollaborations.Millennia of moments passed…There was the Sun in the dayHeating me up,There was the Moon at nightCooling me down.Then there was the downpourHeavily wetting me with,And…
War is a killing hole
Moving along the Atlantic of Time
Oh Papa…
Away from ourOld worlds of disillusionment,Away into yourNew world of detachment.You shall be weddedTo the familiar worldOf my departed mother !To the set frames againOf my old fashioned mother ! !To the nascent tidesOf a timeless vast ocean!To the void lanesOf memories and unspelt verses ! !To the marvelsOf never-ending silence, andOf everlasting chaos in…
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Written on lips
Blue with life’s waiting
Reuniting.
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A girl-friend of the past
But her world so secured.
ଦୁଇଟି ତାହାର ଠଣା-
ଦୁ8ଶାସନ ସାଜି ଦ୍ରୌପଦୀ କଲ୍ୟାଣ,କରିବ କେମିତି ଭାବେ ରାତି ଦିନ-ପରିବାର ପଛ କରି!ଆରଟି ତା ପାଇଁ ଚାଟୁକାର ମେଳ,ପାରିଷଦ ସାଥେ ମଦ ମାଂସ ଝୋଳ,ନଗ୍ନ ନାରୀ ଦେହ ଚିତ୍ରଣ ରେ ଭୋଳ-ଜ୍ଞାନ ର ସେ ଆଲମାରୀ! !
Under whose shades
My dreamy eveningsTurned into autumnal landscapes?The Tom in me stoppedRunning after the butterflies andEntered the land of ErosWith Jerry’s hand in hand?The golden figureOf maiden youthWas now surrounded with moonsEnchanting and adorable,Erotic and obsolete,Charming yet fragile,Hiding the next momentBehind the cloudsFor causes unknown.Why did my heartMade a startTo shimmer beyondInto snowy coolnessWith a single touchOf…
Never ever can I
Laden with the You-ness of you….Never ever Can IGo awayFrom the groundYou walked upon,From the StreamsYou dipped inside,From the buds and birdsYou talked to,From the meadows openAnd leaves greenYou looked into.I can’t be outside…Of that world-Beyond the borders of warmth,Beneath the depths of weakness,I can’t…Can’t live with the airYou never have breathed!I’m yet to knowAbout…
Never did I know
I got her fleeOf the cage, andWhen I set her freeTo explore the bluesVast, open and enormousStretch of the sky,That lied ahead.She appeared to meA bird, free to chooseHer next skies,Hernewer nests,Her hovering morningsOver the green valleysHer tiresome eveningsOver oranged treesOf the distance forestBeyond the mountain.I was happyHappy to see her flutterTo the fullest of…
Memories- Sweet or Sour
They bring us together,Hatching newer urges,Engulf the islands of fear.Mysteries behind the mischiefAnd cruel tricks plottedThat separated us in the long runIndefinitely and Infinite times.Chorus of our innate feelingsStunned, silenced forever.Before we could realizeEternal bliss of being togetherCan no more be a realityAnd that we would go on longing forMonotonously, for being closerEver after, again…
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Written on heart
With indelible pink alphabets
Eternal.
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ଯୁଗ ର ପ୍ରତୀକ୍ଷା ଆଉ
ଭର୍ତ୍ତି ମୋରହୃଦୟ ର ସାରା ଉପତ୍ୟକାତୁମ ବାସ୍ନା ଭରା ସେଇସୁରଭିରେ, ମୋ ସପନନୀଳ ନୀଳ ବର୍ଷା ରେ ଭିଜିଲା ।।ସବୁତକ ବେଦନା ର କଳା ଛିଟାମୋ ଛାତି ରୁଲିଭିଗଲା ଯାଏ-ମୋ ମନ ରୁ ସବୁ ଜ୍ୱାଳାଅସହ୍ୟ ବିରହ ବ୍ୟଥାଅବ୍ୟକ୍ତି ରହୁତୁ ହୁତୁ ଜଳୁଥିବାମୋ ସପନ ଜୂଇ ନିଆଁ ଧାସତୁମ ପୂର୍ବ-ସ୍ମୃତି ମଶାଣି ରେଥପ୍ କରିଲିଭି ଲିଭି ଗଲା ।।
A tiny teen heart
In someone’s heartNameless now for themAnd planted deep within her.In her heart of heartsShe pumps blood of warmth.In her valley of the soul,Nests the bird of her desire.Life at present, in and around,Offers sensations, wild and new,Veils her secrets, delicate and freshEntangles and evacuates emotions few.Womanliness in her, dawns slowInvisible though, culminates lowTimely emotions flood…
It was the loveliest..
The moment you looked at meAnd smiled my answer back..To the eternal query of my heartWhether you-Feel the way I do?
The news reached me
After moments of your sad demise.And within the fractionOf a second-The thin air aroundCaught fire, became violent
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?
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 ।।
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Mesh it up
With dishes of desire
Resurrecting.
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On this holy hued day,
Colours yet to fade off.
As she is a widow,
She is like the setting SunIn the afternoon..A few moments leftTo scatter awayThe remaining brightnessOf her womanhood..Into the valley of darkness,Into the Zone of nothingnessInto the arena whereDreams seldom kiss the eyesInto the arena whereRains of desireSeldom fills the heart,Into the arena whereRainbows of hopeSeldom crown the cloud.Except for the DeathEveryone hugs herLike hailstones from…
Love is like eternity revealed
At the moment of awakening.
In such a season.
We met each otherhands in hands,Lips on lips,Eyes at eyes,and our heartsinches awaymissing a beat or two,after momentsof silent hugsand warm embracesI could feelhow pleasantis this moment,and how colourfulis this season,when it is springand the one opposite meis none but you.And it was youwho taught methe alphabets ofeternal love and longingsand how all seasons arenot…
Beauty lies in the quest,
Words and worlds are temporary.
At the School,
So many masters a day.My employer fromThe distant cityWho visits the School-On weekend days,On the day –I often promiseMy dearest wife at homeTo be at herBeck and callTo father my child over thereWaiting all week alongTo listen a songFrom his papaworking elsewhere.I have to please this manTo upkeep my jobAnd income round the yearsecured and…
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Take a bath
In its vast blue
Heart-throbbing.
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You are my teacher
Making my path safe, secured, soft and smooth.
ତମକୁ ଜୀବନେ ମୋର
କରିବ ନି କେବେ ତମେମେର ଗତି ରୋଧ ।ତମେ ମୋ ସଞ୍ଜ ସକାଳଇହ, ପର କାଳ,ମୋ ସପନ-ଅମାରାତେତାରକା ସକଳ ।।ତମ ଶୁଖିଲା ମୁହଁ କୁସହି ପାରେ ନାହିଁ,ବୁଝନା କାହିଁକି ଭଲାଦେଉଛ କନ୍ଦାଇ?ୟେତେ ରାଗ ପଛେ ସଖୀ,ତମେ ମୋ ଉପରେ-ତମ ଛୁଆଁ ଦେଉଥାଅଯାଅ ନାହିଁ ଦୂରେ ।।
You were the Buddha-of-Physics
A rare breedof intellect.
A thin line of separation
lovers mourn clouds apart.
In the society
afraid of numbersafraid of its own echoNobody seems to seekThe path of enlightenment,The era of the exalted Buddha,Nirvana or salvation fromThe cycle of Karmic bondages.But the number of timesThey visited the shrinesor offered homageunder media coveragealone counts.
Without a sense of humour
watched by deaf and dumbs.
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Sing with it
Like a tiny kid
Thrilling.
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In the society
afraid of numbersafraid of its own echoNobody seems to seekThe path of enlightenment,The era of the exalted Buddha,Nirvana or salvation fromThe cycle of Karmic bondages.But the number of timesThey visited the shrinesor offered homageunder media coveragealone counts.
The night sky
Has turned blueBlue with those memoriesPast with you.Blue with the desiresThat filled our hearts-While we roamed andLoved always to be there,With each other,Within arms,Within talks,Within silences,Over the valley,Within lyrics sungBy the skylark For us,Together in love.
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.
ଆଜିର ବିଦାୟ ବେଳା
ମୋ ଭିତର କୋଣ ଅନୁକୋଣେଭରିଥିଲା ତୁମ ଓଠ ହସ!ଜୀବନରଅନ୍ତିମ ଲଗନ ତକଏ ହସ ର ଅସରନ୍ତି ଝରମୋ ଆତ୍ମାକୁ ଶୀତଳାଉ ଥାଉଭିଜୁଥାଉଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ ପରମାୟୁ ମୋର ।।ତମ ହସ ନିଷ୍ପାପ ତରଙ୍ଗେସାତରଙ୍ଗୀ ଇନ୍ଦ୍ରଧନୁ ସମ –ଆଙ୍କି ଦେଲ ମୋର ଅଙ୍ଗେ ଅଙ୍ଗେଭରି ଉଷ୍ମ ପରଶ ନରମ ।।ସାରା ଦିନ ପୁଞ୍ଜିଭୂତ ଗ୍ଲାନିଯେତେ ଥିଲା ମାନ ଅଭିମାନତମ ଚୋରା ଚାହାଣୀ ନିଆଁରେପଲକରେ ହୋଇଲା ଉଭାନ ।।
With its two hoods
on the three worlds,lives a cancerous lifein many hearts,the hearts that arealways simulated by the witty brainto poison,to treason,to spite,to spitto add kinks along the lofty pathsof innocent childhood,sensitive adolescenceand vigorous youth.With one hood cladwith branded chivalry it kisses-right on the lips of craving soulswho seldom would understandits sciolous after effects.With the otherdark with venomous…
ତୋତେ ଚାହିଁ ଚାହିଁ
ଶୁଖିଯାଏ କା ଆଖି ରସବୁଯାକ ପାଣି..।ତୋତେ ପାଇ ପାଇଚେରାପୁଞ୍ଜିଉବୁ ଟୁବୁ ହୁଏକେତେ ଓଠ-ହସ ଲିଭିଯାଏଚଚ୍ଚଗ୍ରାମ ସୀମାନ୍ତ ରେ,ବଙ୍ଗଳା ଭୂଇଁ ରେ ।।ତୋ ଆସିବା,କାହା ହାତେ-ଗୁଞ୍ଜିଦିଏ ପ୍ରଣୟ ଚିଟାଉ,ସୁଦୂରିକା ପ୍ରିୟା ର ବିରହୀ-କୋହ ମୋହ କଣ୍ଠାଶ୍ଳେଷ ପାଇଁରାମ ଗିରି-ଯକ୍ଷ ଆବେଗ ରେପକ୍ଷ ଲାଗିଯାଏ ।।
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Lit it up
With moonshine of sacrifices
Glowing.
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A news of glee
Ignites the dark forest of melancholyWith a flame of ecstasyAnd a warmth of kissing lips.
ତୁମକୁ ଭେଟିବା ଆଗୁଁ
କେହି ବୋଲି କେହି ଜଣେଏତେ ବେଶୀନିଜର ନଥିଲା ।।ଇଏ ତମ ଚାହାଣୀ ରଯାଦୁକରୀ ଛୁଆଁଆମ ସେଇ କାହାଣୀ କୁନୂଆ ରଙ୍ଗ ଦେଲା,ତୁମ ଭସା ଭସା ଆଖିନୀଳ ଚାହାଣୀ ରଯାଦୁକରୀ ଛୁଆଁକି କିମିଆ କଲା?ପଲକ ରେବାର ବର୍ଷ ବିରହ ରଅବସାନ ହେଲା।।
Ever since you left
Not a single cloudHas dared a cat walkingOn the corridor of my sky.Colours have forgottenTheir names and canvasses,Their fluidity of brushes,Except these dry spots of past.Clouds have forgottenTheir wings of desire,Their feathers of dreams,Except the abandoned traffic posts.Ever since you leftIt had never rainedNot a single cloudHas dared flying acrossThe Eastern or western sky.
ପାଶେ ଥିଲେ
ଆମେ ଦୁହେଁ ଅଜଣା, ଅଚିହ୍ନା-ଦୁଇ ଦେହ,ଦୁଇ ମନ,ବାସ୍ନାୟିତ ଆତ୍ମା ର ଅଗଣା ।
ବତାସ ର ଶିକାର
ଏକାକୀ ପକ୍ଷୀଟିଏ ପରିଯୁଝିବା ବେଳେତମେ ତମ ହାତ ଦିଅ ।ମୋ ଆଡକୁ ପ୍ରସାରିତତୁମ ଛୁଆଁ ର ଫଗୁଣଆଉ ଅଛୁଆଁ ଶରତ ରନୀଳ ନୀଳ ମେଘ ।ମୋ ଆଷାଢ କଳା ଆକାଶ ରେତୁମ ଆଖି ସବୁଜ ବିଜୁଳିତୁମ ସ୍ୱର କ୍ଷୀଣ ରାଗ ଧ୍ୱନିଦୂରୁ ଭାସି ଆସେ-ଭିଜାଇ ମୋ ଅନ୍ତ8କରଣ କୁଶରତ ର ଆଲୋକ ରନୀଳ ନୀଳ ସକାଳ ରସୀମାହୀନ ସମୁଦ୍ର ବେଳା ରେ ।।
ତମେ ନାହଁ ବୋଲି
ତମେ ତ ଏ ସାରାମାଟି ପାଣି ପବନରେ,ଶୟନେ, ସପନେ,ଅବା ଜାଗରଣେତମ ଛୁଆଁ ମିଳେଏଠି ସେଠି ସବୁଠାରେ ।।
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Poured on grave
Brings life back Earth.
Rejuvenating.
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At the School,
So many masters a day.And last but not the leastare the staff and coworkerswho come hereto earn their breadand butter and pleasureWho speakmore than they knowand listenless than they shouldthose who never teachbut preach ever,play tricks with their future,those who dictate the studentsthe pages of the text booksword by wordin the name of educators.I have…
And still
As if you wanted to listenTo the dying echoesOf my leafless urgeSnaking through theValley of my just widowed heart.While the shape of dead tollsIn the blue eveningTill the last purple flameOf lust for life-Dies away, leavingHeaps of ashesOn the bald foreheadsOf the darkest hours-In the nuptial bedOf my crystal heart.
ଆଜି ତମେ
ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ସତେ ଅବାଦେହ ମୋର ଅଛି ଏଠିତୁମକୁ ଛୁଉଁଛି!ମନ କେଉଁ ଅଜଣା ଥାନରେତୁମକୁ ଖୋଜୁଛି –ପ୍ରାଣ ଥିବା ଦେହ ଇଲାକା ରେନିଷ୍ପ୍ରାଣ, ଦୂର ରେ ଥିବାପାହାଡ଼ କୋଳରେ! !
Laughter is a snowy isle of love
In the uncertain world of events.
So often today
Like a cool summer breeze,Through the Sun-burnt grooves.Giggles of funny encountersBetween us, ages ago-Knock often on my eardrums!Are you so close-Somewhere nearby, InsideSomebody I talk to, interact with?Why does my heartFeel like sobbing the painOut into the sky nearby?Why do I feel that you wouldCome and fill me up as andWhen I fall ill? ?What…
କାଲି ତମେ
ମୋ ଅନ୍ତରେତୁମ ପାଇଁ ଝରୁଥିବା ଗୀତି,କାହିଁକି ଯେଥିଲା ନୀରବତା,ତୁମ ଆଖି –ଚାହାଣୀ ରେ ଗୋଟେ ଶୀତ ରାତି ।ଯେତେବେଳେନେଲ ବି ମେଲାଣିତା ପର ଠୁଆଉ ମୁହଁ ଦେଖାଇଲ ନାହିଁ ।ମୋତେ ଯେଉଁକଥା ପଚାରିଲତାହା ତେବେ,ଲଗାଇଲ, ଶେଷ ରେ ମୋ ପାଇଁ?
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Of vermilion paint
On widow’s deserted forehead.
Humming-song.
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Lo……
The words are the flesh,the lines are the bones,the stanzas are the limbs,the theme is its lungs,the emotions are the heart,the style is its breathing,the voice is the souland the body is the poet.Such is a Poem.
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ଅନ୍ତ ହେଲା,ଭେଟ ହେଲା ତୁମରି ସାଥିରେ!ସେଇ ଆଖି, ସେଇ ମୁହଁ,ସେଇ ଏକାନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଭିଜା ଚାହାଣୀ ରେ!ଏ ସମୟ, ଏ ଜନ୍ମ ରଅୟୁତ ପ୍ରତୀକ୍ଷା –ତୁମ ସହ ଏକାତ୍ମ ହେବାର,ସବୁତକ ନୀଳ ତୃଷ୍ଣାତୁମ ସାଥେସାଥୀ ହୋଇ ବାଟ ଚାଲିବାର! !ଗୋଟିଏ ପଲକେ ତମେମୋ ଭିତରେବିସ୍ମୃତି ରୁ ଫେରାଇ ଆଣିଲ-ତୁମ ରୂପ, ରଂଗ, ଗନ୍ଧ, ସ୍ପର୍ଶେଭିଜୁଥିବା,ହଜୁଥିବା ସେ ବିଗତ କାଳ! ! !
Like the wet grass
Of the Rainy nightI store your foot printsOn my heart.Like a grasshopperOf the green meadowsFrom horizon to horizonI dance to your tunes,And the lyrics unsung.
ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ଏବେ ପଚାରି ବୁଝୁଛି,
ଦୁନିଆ ପଡିଛି ଖାଲି ଖାଲି ସେଠିଶୁଖା ଶୁଖା, ଖାଁ ଖାଁଅୟୁତ ଶରତ, ହଜାର ବସନ୍ତହଜାଇଛି ଯେଉଁ ଗାଆଁ-ତା ଆମ୍ବ ବଉଳ ବାସ୍ନା ରେ ବାସ୍ନା ରେଅଛି ଲେଖା ତୁମ ନାଆଁ ।।
ଯେଉଁ ରାସ୍ତା
ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ଏତେ ଭରା ଭରାମେଲିଥିଲା ସପନ ପସରା –ତମ ଥିବାବେଳେଏବେ ସେଇ ସବୁକିଛିଲାଗୁଥିଲା ମରୁବାଲିରାତି ପରି ଶୂନ୍ ଶାନ.ଶ୍ମଶାନ ନୀରବ!ଖାଁ ଖାଁ, ନିର୍ଜୀବ, ଅଜବ! !
Love
Of hopes, desires-dreamsOn deserts of blind.Revivifying.
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Fill it up
With Suns of hopes
Aspiring.
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My king was
than a man,He had wishessimple and easy to fillthat I can.He talked politeand smiled delicate,his words weresoft, Measuredand flawlessly accurate,Heavenly divinewas his grace,warm and cosywere his brace.Little did I findin him, a faultRarest of rare,My king was great.
Dustbins are loaded with dirt
Setting a fire is easy.
Million-ships afloat on thy river
The first love-poem on thee,On the rising morning Sun’s gleeWas written on the heart’s blank paper.
Summing up
Emerging out ofMy soul desiresAnd urges to merge in you-I introspect my existence.Long since you left meOn a lonely path of chaos andValleys of painful passionsEngulfing my crying soul.You had been there,Only your shadows had disappeared.Universe was singing melancholic.Far in the endOf horizons we shareReverberates your sweet voices.Even in the deepest of oceans orVastness of…
ତୁମେ ଆସିବା ର
ମୋ ଜୀବନ ଥିଲାନିଆଁରେ ଧୂଆଁ ରେ ଭରା,ତମ ଆସିବାରମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେ ଖୁସିଆଲୋକେ, ପୁଲକେଭରିଗଲା ସାରା ଧରା ।।ସୁଭାଷ ଚନ୍ଦ୍ର ଚକ୍ର
A crystal of glass breaks
when death plucks a divine-flower
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Of hopes, desires-dreams
On deserts of blind.
Revivifying.
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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…
Dreams define life
Its pages written,You have beenA multiple dog foldingAs the music of love,As the lyric of mirth,As the memories unsaved.In spite of the bloodshedBleeding hearts,Pleading minds,Embracing bodies,The blue flickerOf the Candle of sweet loveSmells turmeric,Like the first rainGives a touch tenderGentle, like the first kiss!
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…
Love is a spider net
The spider is missing.
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…
Songs of Spring
Waiting for decadeshas become a trend..Promises are still on,The cuckoo seems to trya newer song of solace..My heart soakslike a virgin petalunder the tears of dew.I feel my feet choosea track never adventured,a path to the land unknown-in the dim lit starry sky.You must be somewhere closevery close, nearby.
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Grow it up
With lattices of faith
Rapturous.
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Like the distant hill
Round, symmetric, shapy,complete, ruff and tuffrevered and full of hue.Through the windows oftransparent glamourous panes.The king could see all-none could see his mindor heart, nor whoelse there reigns.Royal was his robes,as much loyal were His men,nobody had a wishnone there a complainas if pleasure rained away pain.The king was shaved fair,clean and bright his looks.Who…
Desire in me to be
Is green in colour
I see your dog
Each fine day.With the richestYoung man at itsCall, at its bay.I see your dogBreakfast on a tableJust few yards awayFrom the most beautifulLady of our worldFeeding it meat fry.I see your dogJust after the lunchOn velvet cushions layA cosy and deep sleepTo keep it happy, warmFree from a fly.I see your dogRide a car in…
A life under the shadow
joy resembles fear of separation.
War is a gust of air
For a caravan of peace lovers.
Like most powerful kings
Our king had a linenfor dialects foreign, alienbut spoke native on special days, to bless.His courtiers were wiseHe need not be.They thought for himand planned or did decideeverything, kept Him free.He had all that to fostera dose of marijuana each hourto keep him actively forgetwhat he must not do or have soughton this mundane life,…
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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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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.
A strange World be,
Where do’s and don’ts,Mingle with won’ts,And possibilities.Our inner world,That’s toppled, twirled,With inexorable,Inabilities.A strange World be,Personally,This inner, tragedy,Goes back and forth,Mysterious force,Without considering,What’s of ‘Me’?What makes it live?Willing to strive?Wanting serenity?The holding hands,The magic wands,That like white swans,Look for Eternity.It’s love we search,Fulfillment’s perch,Our wings to put to rest,In one embrace,That’s filled with grace,Our whole world…
Sanity,
Distinguish betweenThe sane and the insane,Should we ever relinquishOur dreams,To make everythingThe same,A life without illusion,Cannot entertain hope,In the desert of delusionDies the spirit,Cannot copeWith the crushingDeadly pressure,Of a World where fantasyIs no longer any pleasureAs imagination diesAnd poetry, can no longer beFor evil men have hung herFrom materialism’s Tree.
In search of a cave in where to hide,
I come and go, in an ocean of pain,Like a lost wave with nothing to gain,The Ocean is vast, so is Pain,Trying to drown it, can drive you insane.
Take me to that happy place
Where blue lagoons sing to the moonAnd Love is all around.Take me to creative landWhere best of us is foundWhere Art and feelings sing all dayAnd life makes happy sounds.Take me to that precious place,Where Love and Peace, aboundWhere minds can meet,And hate defeat,As souls are starward bound.
Those
Political party lines and liesHave had their souls apprehended,Kidnapped and battered,Stories so false and oldThat it is unbelievable,That still today,The truth is not comprehended,Maybe more than everThose infamous politiciansAre getting away with murderAnd all we are left withAre the same dirty, emptySuitcasesTo drag from one electionTo another,When in shame we shouldCover our faces,Demand the truth,Put…
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Not always apparent,
Not always found,
For sometimes it’s too deeply buried,
In the ground.
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We are but sophisticated
Making it always possibleThe Other, thru red hot coalsTo rake,How can I fool you?Then say it was a mistakeBy now we should knowThat most of whatWe call ‘people’Are but a living mistake.
America, America,
With ketchup bells,Stale French fried smells,And dill kosher pickles,All ready to go.
Some Poems
Miracles!No explanationThey just, AREAnd if anythingSurvives,They will,Being Eternity’sStars.
Does a poet ever know bliss?
Crying and frantic,Over a never had kiss.
Lost
Empty handedI will leaveLife’s sound.Love,A Swan,So white, so deepSo pure!It totally escapedImmaculate, untouched,Love’s holy Ground.
Poetry is what my mother,
Honesty, is what my father,Taught to me,Beauty is what I always,Seek to see,Love, is all I lived for,Made me free.
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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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Of lying tongue,
Paradise Lost,The people feed.The more I live,The more I knowMan is to man,Less friend, more foeAnd as I walk thru meadows sweetI try to avoid, the Weeds I meet.
There are many loves, in many ways,
That’s not the same, that’s not the sameThat’s not the same way, I love you,With joy and pain, almost insane,This passion burns me through and through.In every drop of limpid rain,I see your face, I hear your nameThe wind conveys it’s Mystery,But can’t take you away from me.And so we travel, hand in hand,Love takes…
Read me,
Passionately, tooIntimately, Flowingly,Just for you.Don’t let themKnow,That we haveA secret pactThat says,We’ll neverLet each otherGo!And that real Love.We discoveredOh, so long ago.
Are your eyes blue
Deep love, romantic blue?I love blue eyes,Clear, soft they’re tiedTo tenderness,In very special waysThey spread the lightTo love and keep,To honor and obey.Are your eyes blue?If so, some dayMaybe you, tooWill be much lovedIn this unusual,Blue Romantic way.
Looking for
And Stars,And while we’reAt it,Let’s throughThe Sea in too,I’m still lookingFor you,Dearest Love,My whole lifeThru.
Love can move mountains,
Love is the Light,That makes us all free.
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Hurt
Heart
For destroying
A blooming life.
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 │18 April,2018
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Couplet And Hymn For Real Love
Real love for life does as survivalbecause it is immortal,Death of body can’t cause it deadbeing mol of soul it does wait.
The Powerful Beauty – 4
A beautiful natural sceneThe powerful beauty, methinksThe high mountainCovered with thick ice cream,The high steepStretching slopeIn my mind raise a high stormTo make my mind quite calm.
Music and nature
In a tone,May be natural music orMan made everArtificial one,With music a riverFlows through natureTo the ocean,With music the airBlows everywhere in natureRhythm echoes on,To enchant the natureHow sweetly the birds areTweeting, singing song!Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
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GoodSides,Mind, check chaosWhen you will dive.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Small,
AllNeed;All great are fromIn fact, so small.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Glad!
I,YouBut time will pass,Mind, those forget.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
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Save
Whole,
With deeds and faith
In it must have.
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 │4 May,2018
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Ill
IllLot;Sufferings waitFor eternal.
Bring much gold our golden boys
Armlessly fighting against armedThey snatch independence,Friendly playing in the playgroundThey win honor and prizes,Serving the country in honest handTo national GDP gold they add,And working hard in the foreign landForeign currency they send.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/05/2017
Allegory – 34
Sinner fox and innocent crow:Down passing fox does cheatThe up sitting simple crowCunningly snatching its meat.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 10 June, 2018
In the earth no power is eternal and no one is alone
To stage their partsAnd to show their arts,To make a chance for them what humans needShould be properly and really democratic,That will end the sufferings of humanDiscovering a new dimension in them,As each season comes with new colors and cropsIn each season human newly dreams and hopes.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
How beautiful the flowers!
Let’s be its loversForgetting all that harder;This forgetting harderWill help us to be mightierIn advancing with truthWith the muse of real mirth.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 19 December,2017
Gift
Truth,BeMy best friend, inShort earthly life.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – –6 Lines Poem ─Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4Rhyme 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…
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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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Me of myself
He of himselfShe of herselfDo change let’sBy ourselvesTo do muchWith peace.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/17/2017
RARe 2nd Stanza – Desert Nature
DesertHard heart,Hot wavesAlways,Some poisonous reptilesAnd herbs here sometimes found.AboutRARe 2nd Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
To say love
A kind of loveFully hatred;Water falls in factOn arum leaf,Leaf is untouchedBy a single drop;To save openlyTo kill silently,A kind of safetyFully cruelty;Dire hypocrisy doesInfest namely love,Hatred infests a man?But the whole nation;If brains do cheatNo normal in fact,But are occupiedBy satanic thought.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
Subjective and objectives
Again, usually or unusuallyAre anyhow seen and donePositive or negative happenIn running human society,Thoughts are the really factsWhat some people thinkAnd what other thinkSometimes, are the sameBut most of the times thoughtsDiffer from person to person,Thus how human society runsThrough all loss and wrongs.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
She is so proud of her beauty and color
She keeps her at far in a sweet temperAs she is seen in the picture,But when I return from outsideShe touches me with her body and tailTo attract me to demanding careSometimes she hugs me by my legTo complain any body’s misbehave,She is my adorable pet catWhom I am fond of very much, thusA mutual…
To Do And To Be
Eat freshBe freshEat legalBe legalWill help allBeing wellNot being illOr evil.
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Laugh
Well;
It is tonic
Healing 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 │ 27 June,2018
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When no one can touch the top peak
Even can build a luxurious castle thereTo gain highest marks defeating all fair.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 06/27/2017
Human hands are to take care of humans
But, they are now killing, firing, burning humansExemplifying the worst action in the universe.
With Love And Care – 35
With love and careAny tough task performingThe energy I should bearIt’s no kidding.
War Mad Song
Peace foolishWar releaseFor destructionAs no union,Go more murderAnd massacre,They are domineeringFor each committing.
COVID-19 – 3
COVIDHas confinedFree living mankindTheir wrongdoings have causedThe whole environment deadly worstSoon avoid wrongdoings now they should.
To Be A Happy One – 7
Avoid sins, wrongdoingsYou’ll be free from any diseaseThen will live healthyAnd be happy.
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Have
Fruit,
Sweet, sweet and sweet
No bitter taste.
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 │30 May,2018
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The Class Of Writer
What more?Some clowns!Without exact knowledge, fact, backdrop and historyDemand themselves to beThe writers of so calledPoem, prose, novel, drama, fiction, fun and story.
With Love And Care – 33
With love and careTo meet, to entertainSister waits for a sisterIn the earth, what a relation!
I Remember – 19
I was tiredLooking for some thing to eatThen me you offeredSome sweetest foodI rememberO, mother.
Human life firstly
Then finallyAfter the ruin of the earth,Human life is immortalNot like other animal,Its future dependsOn the activities at present,A wise brain is fitTo easily discover itTo be gainerHere and hereafter forever.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
Golden
Ornaments made of gold,Both are too wonderful in factAnd pure.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 24 March,2018
Existence is seed
One has been givenSowed by otherBy all taken careHarvested by each oneBoth good cropsAnd bad crops,What’ll affect each oneTo eternally gainOr to eternally get painNo chance will be again.
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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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To fling my arms wide
To whirl and to danceTill the white day is done.Then rest at cool eveningBeneath a tall treeWhile night comes on gently,Dark like me-That is my dream!To fling my arms wideIn the face of the sun,Dance! Whirl! Whirl!Till the quick day is done.Rest at pale evening…A tall, slim tree…Night coming tenderlyBlack like me.
Sensing death,
Noting the last struggleOf flesh under weather,Noting the last glanceOf agonized eyeAt passing windAnd boundless sky.
He glides so swiftly
Gives me the courtesy of roadTo let me pass,That I am half ashamedTo seek a stoneTo kill him.
God in His infinite wisdom
So when my actions are stupidThey hardly take God by surprise
When you turn the corner
Then you know that you have turnedAll the corners that are left
When I was home de
When I was home deSunshine seemed like gold.Since I come up North deWhole damn world’s turned cold.I was a good boy,Never done no wrong.Yes, I was a good boy,Never done no wrong,But this world is wearyAn’ de road is hard an’ long.I fell in love withA gal I thought was kind.Fell in love withA gal…
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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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lover, come!
i walk aimless through fields,down wooded pathsto where the water singsagainst the rocks!i have forgotten you,forgotten your name,forgotten your face!all that i have left arethe faint memoriesof smells and tastesand hungerand timeless indentionsleft by touch and feeland needlover, come!lover, come!through storms and battles,years of hardship and loss…through chains and bars and tearsnever cried, words never…
i seem to do better,
with broken people.knocked down, bruised, wounded,devastated by loss,but still walking people.people who’ve tasted love,who’ve drank fully from the cup of living,people with scars….for these are the peoplewho have the capacity to fly!if you’ve never wrestled demons,how can you know what an angel is.if you dont know the depths of darkness,you will never see the light.if…
light the fire…
i care enough to listen,if you care enough to talk.the wall of angry silencebetween us must fall….this road is long,and we have a long way to go!what we feel when no onecan see us, when no oneelse is near, when darknesswraps us up in secretive blankets,must come to light!this world full of danger and hate,the…
i am not democrat or republican,
i am not gay or straight.i am not black or white.i am not old or young.i am not male or female.i am not a believer or a doubter.i am not happy or sad.i am not rich or poor.i am not dead or alive.i am not good or evil.i am not sick, or healed…i am not…
the tree bent by summer’s storms,
and all signs of life,leave branch and nook,as beauty is revealed.the weathered branchstirred by the wind,scratches against my chest.sunlight weeps while shadows play,and the sap drips with want.the tongue of desirewrapped around the balls of longing,the dialogue of touching begins!and winter’s snows wait in perfect awe,as the birds begin their flight south!
we who would seek a home,
we who seek truth,know the tree to be a tree!we who seek liberty,throw all that we own onto the fire.we who seek love,feed the hungry.we who seek companionship,simply become dialogue…we who would seek god,well, all of the above.we who seek tomorrow,give today to a stranger…and wrap his feet upwith our dreams!
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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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Welcome to the jungle of love,
Welcome to the jungle of love,Ex-Boyfriends and Ex-Girlfriends!For you are welcome to learn and improve on your past;And like the Maya Calendar in the land of your muse.
Visit Khartoum and Omdrumari in Sudan and,
For Aficionado came and told me about Sudan,And i want to look into the facts as well.
I am the daughter of a Sultan and i need your love,
Come and see my father’s wealth,Come and taste my father’s wealth,For you are the only man in my mind.A Sultan’s daughter is what i am and i am in love with you,So come and be my husband to be on this sweet love of mine.Oh my handsome man, that is all that i am on…
The white gold,
The red gold,The yellow gold,‘Obroni-Nephew’ is about to teach you all;Like the very call of a muse from the forest.The Chinese eat all animals, fish and insects;The very call from the forest with a view but,Do you like to be fed with crocodile meat?The lizard meat,The lion meat,The tiger meat,The snake meat,The elephant meat,Life is…
Welcome my sweet Mona into my home,
For you are like a new day in Tokyo on my love,And you are the one ofr me.Your true joy waters my heart and,I am with the joy of love today;For, i just want you to be with me forever.Mine heart yearns for you and i will do my best for you,And you are welcome…
Oh my sweet lover, wher are you?
The pussy-footy state of a snail’s movement;Slow but sure and, you mean more to me.How long can i wait for your love?I really love and, how long can i wait?Your love is sweeter than the candy.Switch onto my love my swet one,I am very different from the others;Your sweet love had really touched me.I surely…
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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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Are you the one who sits on many waters?
Like a great hail out of heaven.The tree unclean spirits like frogs are with you,Like someone getting lost in Amageddon;But the heat of the sun is on us all.Like life in and around your cities,Let us put life into a better shape than hate;For you can easily get lost in Har-Megiddo too!
If you really love me then show it,
You are no longer a child to look through the window always,And you are the first to touch my heart!But no one knows the side of you that i know.You are Tuberville and i love you,And of the muse of love that is still hidden within;But try to show it to me if you love…
Down below and up above,
Because, very miserable is the muse of the one who is dead in Libya!
Cracked illutions,
And i will never forget the last night.A time of wheat and a time of love,With apologies to the victims of the world;But this pregnancy is dedicated to my lover.Of man’s curiosity,I’ve spent 40 years starving for success!But i am now pregnant for my lover,And it is like the era of globalization.Please, somebody should tell…
I always remember Castro when i cast back my mind;
For i have the magnetic force of love to take you along.
A sheep, a donkey, a camel and a bird;
But i do have my valuable fruit of love to keep you in check;For this message of love is for you only.An event of an enormous important man is in your village,And with an overwhelming act of love to share with you;For you are called Angela and i have this message for you.
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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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Submit to my request like,
For i am drunk in your love and,You are aii that i need, Loveth.Of the thirteenth letter of the alphabet and,Of the thirteenth day of my birth;And of the day for a year and,A week for seven years!Loveth, the elephant is now back to the bush and,Youneed my sweet love to let you grow.The cat…
Greek and Roman mythology,
But the heavens have kept me at bay because of your mind.
Daily guide,
Daily guide,A message from a plantain seller;Nike, like, hike, mike, dike, bike, kike, pike!And like the muse of sellers at ‘Bosoma Market’;But there i met the products that i needed.
Be very patient,
Be very wise,The writer’s pen;Be very useful,Of the muse of life with a living hope;Let your yes be yes and your no be no.Life is like the patience of Iyyob,So abstain from fleshly lust;Like the days of our visitations on this earth.Sarah obeyed Abraham,Like the sea and the seashore;So established are the two witnesses.Oh womb,…
The foolish person who stole your letter will,
But one day,The law will catch up on him or her.
Test the spirits to see whether they are of Yahweh,
Do not be cowards in doing what is right,For cowards die many times before their death.Deceivableness of sin,The law is not only laid down for a righteous person but,Also for the lawless and disobedient
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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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Take a look at me now and,
Because, you left me alone in the cold without a trace.Oh, how can i be with you my love?For you are gone in the thin air without a trace.
You entice young men and bring them to destruction!
But your water is now ebbing away,And like a lion among the beasts of the forest.Catch them in the net and gather them in the drag,And like swimming things that have no ruler over them!But look among the heathen and watch,And like the east wind that destroyed the fruits of your love.
You’ve chosen a new path and,
But we are now like the sands of unmarked graves.Give ear to me when i call on McHugh!And like the host to the most;For i will always remember you as McHugh,And like the coast and the boats afar off.
Tell me that you love me and,
Tell me that you want me and,I will give myself to you;And you will call an di will answer you my love.Parched and dry,Brought back to life to swing with my muse of love;But why are you hiding your sweet love from me?I am Sergio wandering around the parks of love,And of the beautiful things…
Of a Scientific Computer Game,
Of a Computer balloting system drawn from 900,000 E-Mails,You don’t need tickets to enter it;From Canada, Australia, U.S.A, Asia and Europe;Of Africa, Oceania and the Middle East as well;But with a security protocol to swing your muse.I was selected among the best ten in 2008,But how do you claim the huge sums of money without…
Once upon a time in Africa,
And like Ahasuerus my friend with warmest regards,But i have to post you a letter on this love.My mind is made up and Africa is my home,For the key words of the animals are like my muse;And with joy and peace to teach the world,But my respect is also for you all out there.
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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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Bye-bye my Ex-Lover,
And Ramaphosa will tell you more,For i really love her.
Down there is very cold!
If not, you will be frozen! !Yes everywhere you go in this life,You must always take the weather with you;For not all that glitters is gold.
To be served like a monkey and to be saved like money,
But he split the wood for the burnt offering of love and,She took a veil to cover her face.Yahu, this sacrifice should be eaten inside one house;For the worst hailstorm is about to come.To be seerved like a monkey and to be saved like money,But life is like living 430 years in the land of…
My mind is like the journalist but,
So read about me and let my poems arise!
Hello Tettey,
For the muse of joy needs peace.Hello Tettey,Put yourself together and learn about peace;For the muse of war is always started with trouble,But this land now needs a sound peace.
I am on top of it all but with pierced bodies beside me,
For twenty years ago, i was with the cinematography.This is my fortieth year in love,And into the peace of my mind with love;For some dresses are for the evening.McMurry is suppose to be here tonight,And like the muse of love with our nakedness!For i have taken in the love of your muse.
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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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Pinker than the roses that enrich a summer’s day,
Nothing in the skies above or earth below as sweet,As fascinating to me as a baby’s little feet.Every toe a rosebud, on a chubby, dimpled tree,Little legs as rounded and as plump as they can be,Peeping through the nighties, or kicking in the air,Angel wings aren’t prettier than baby’s feet, I swear.Not a sign of…
The smell of arnica is strong,
In rubbing father’s arms and backWith burning liniment.The house is like a druggist’s shop;Strong odors fill the hall,And day and night we hear him groan,Since father played baseball.He’s forty past, but he declaredThat he was young as ever;And in his youth, he said, he wasA baseball player clever.So when the business men arrangedA game, they…
‘They say my boy is bad,’ she said to me,
‘They caught him robbing railroad cars, an’ heMust spend from five to seven years in jail.His Pa an’ I had hoped so much for him.He was so pretty as a little boy- ‘Her eyes with tears grew very wet an’ dim-‘Now nothing that we’ve got can give us joy!’‘What is it that you own?’ I…
‘Dear Father,’ he wrote me from Somewhere in France,
‘There’s little the censor permits me to tellSave the fact that I’m here and am happy and well.The French people cheered as we marched from our shipAt the close of a really remarkable trip;They danced and they screamed and they shouted and ran,And I blush as I write. I was kissed by a man!‘I’ve seen…
I NEVER pondered much on war,
To have a cause to battle for,To hear the guns and cannons firing;To see brave men rush up to deathWithout a sign or trace of terror,To give their country blood and breath,But now I know it’s all an error;War is a frightful thing I know,What if my boy should have to go?Last night I leaned…
I’VE had a heap of fun and I’ve had a heap of sorrow,
But I ‘m treading just as gayly, just as bravely toward tomorrow,And I ‘m looking for the sunshine, but I ‘m ready for the rain.Always hoping for the best,For the peace and perfect rest,Always hoping for the sunshine and the roses dripping dew;But should gloom and sadness come,They will find me never glum,I will greet…
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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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Dark daughter,
Dark the world,The myths of Creation.Dark is Kali,Dark you,Dark the world,The ways of life.Dark you,Dark the world,Dark is Kali,The myths of Creation.If this be the state,The state of things,The go of the world,If this be…The things continue toBe muffled in,The mysteries laid it not bare,Shrouding it moreThe riddles and the puzzlesVexing the mind and brain,PerplexingWhat…
Everyone is after his or her job,
For the time being to seeWhat it happens.There is also something in service which but we know it not.Let us serveInstead of thinking about ourselves.
Under the shadow of Bapu
I seeing the photographAnd thinking ofGandhi and GandhismAnd Gandhian Studies.
And cast I, but fell in love with her
It’s turning difficult for meTo maintain a modern girlFace-princess, Theatre-girl,Drama-queen is her name.
Murkhamantri the rustic leader under arrest and lock up,
In the prison cellTaking sattu and litti,I mean fried gram ground powder with a pinch of salt, waterAnd a green chilly during the day timeAnd the small and thick breadMade on the palm and baked into the fire during the night timeAs for good health and solid dieting.The big-big talks of bossism almost gone,The blunt…
Devadasi,
I can feel itNowWhatThe horoscope-makers,Astrologers,Soothsayers,Oracle-makers,PunditsDid to you,YouWhat the middlemen,Courtiers,FloristsDid to you,You,Devadasi?Your pain,Your pain,Devadasi,Devadasi,What theyDid to you,You,How,How did theyTake youTo the temple campus?
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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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Though my brain wants to touch the infinity,
For the small beauty my heart’s affinity,As it is attracted by a colorful close gravity,The scent kisses the nucleus of my sensitivity,I am impure and in you there’s a known impurity,I am thankful to You O God for your endless bliss,An insignificant flower is in my reach and that I kiss.
آنا ہے تو آج ہی آؤ وقت ابھی ہے ہاتھوں میں
بہت دنوں كے بعد کسی کا آیا ہے سندیساب بھی تم یاد آ جاتے ہو بھیگی بھیگی راتوں میںٹن کی چھت پر گرتی بوندیں پیار کا یہ سنگیتکہتا ہے کوئی گیت بنو میٹھی میٹھی باتوں میںچاند کا پاجی پن تو دیکھو چِیر كے کالے کالے پردےدیکھے ہماری ایک جھلک لگا ہوا ہے گھااتون میںرنگ چھپے…
My smiles are buds,
my hairs are silk,my eyes are stars,my cheeks are aurora,my teeth are diamondsmy lips rose petals,neck, a bottle of wine,my face is a moon.Do you know who I am?I’m beloved of a poet!My complexion is fair,my skin is butter,my sweat aromatic,in my round soft arms,I have so many charms,my body has waves,my thighs are knaves,my…
Har mausam hay peyar ka mausam to aao na hum peyar karein,
Na jane kahan tum phirte ho aa jao yeh kamra thanda hay,Dopahar bhi hay sannata bhi aur chai hui khamoshi hay.Wuh dekho badal jhoom ke aaye thandi hawaen chalne lageen,Aao hum chat pe nahate hayn yeh barish bhi zor ki hoti hay,Na jane kahan tum baithe ho kis soch mein gumsum rahte ho,Yeh barkha rut…
Said my innocent sweetheart during a hug,
‘No sweetheart you are wrong,Institutions in Pakistan are strong,Authority the drug, jugglers with a jug! ‘
کبھی ہنستے پاس آؤ زرا مسکرا کےبولو میرے دوست ہو اگر تم تو لپٹ کے آج رو لو
یہ سنا ہےساری شب تم نہیں سوتے لمحہ بھر بھی چلے آؤ اور سلا دو میرے پاس آ کے سو لومیرا زخم بھر چکا ہے یہ جو داغ رہ گیا ہے ہو گریباں چاک تم بھی اسے آنسؤں سے دھو لویہاں روکھا روکھا دامن وہاں پھیکا پھیکا آنچل چلو بھیگ جائں ہم بھی انہیں بھیگ…
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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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Like and dislike
Trick and trapIrony and paradoxFalsehood and truthTrust and treacheryPretence and honestyAppearance and realityMix up so well to boilIn a cauldron of liesWith much CunningnessHumanity lost faceLogic is more perplexNow it is fantasticNo need of good or badLet’s be schizophrenic.
The wink of the lamp,
In crimson red flameAnd sucks up the oil from the bottomWith much amusement and enthusiasmBut he does not knowThose drops of oil were onceA mass of carbons whichTurned into from the pieces of bonesMurdered and buriedUnder hot sand thousands of years agoFor the factories, for the wheels of the roadsAnd for the lights to decorate…
I am alone
Yet I hear a sound of crackingI search for the broken thingNothing is foundEverything is as usual in the entire roomThere is another oneSecond timeI look outsideEverything is alrightPerplexed I put my hand on my headAnd become too attentiveTo know the direction of the sourceWhen I close my eyesO my God! !The sound is coming…
A Poem with a foot note
He kills interest and beauty of the contestBut when a reader misinterpret a poemHe kills it alive as well as the poet..
Last night I was in thoughtful mood
Reasons of the reasons of hateAnd the reasons of hating of the hatesHate is an abnormal form of jealousyIt is a sincerest form of flatterySometimes they haveSometimes they do not have any reasonsIt is their metal disease of being misery,As their destiny goes against their desiresTheir personalities are lacking from othersThey want to haveAll of…
truth is harsh
start living truly
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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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Running Menace
Virus menaceDoctor, treatmentSome cured,Some are dead.
While Visiting The Bay – Blank Verse
To the sun setting into roaring bayTo the boats plying in the waving seaTo the birds flying in the vast blue skyTo mankind walking by the long seasideOnce while visiting the Bay of BangleI had some long packs of questions to ask.
A day near the green woods
Sing in sharp tunes,Wild branches roar in the crazy winds;Squirrels play hide and seek all times,Monkeys scream in restless voices,Gazelles run being chased by foxes,Vultures look for dead bodies;Poor wood cutters seek breads,Honey collectors chase the bees,Visitors seen fear of wild beastsAs sounds strange the wilderness;On the mat of the soft grassesSwinging in the crazy…
I plant a plant
I eatI sellYou buy;I help you with fruitsYou help me with moneyWe help one another well.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 7 July, 2018
Heroic Couplet For Contemplation
Once in the yellow midland with long hairFace with heavy mood and elegant fairStanding and moving I watched the earth,All made me wondered that I praised the earth,Instantly, clearly the earth returned meThe Name of the Creator Almighty.
Choka
The early form consisted of a series of Katuata joined together. This gives a choice of form structures of5/7/5/5/7/7… etc. or 5/7/7/5/7…etcThe Choka could be any total line length and indeed many exceeded 100 lines.Looking at this, it is easy to see why Poetic Historians believe the Katuata is the original basic unit of Japanese…
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Hope
Twice;
And do from home
To state, enough.
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 │25 May,2018
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RARe 2nd Stanza – Two Poles
Earn wellSpend well,Earn illSpend illWell comes from well, againEvil comes from evil.
Life is body and soul together
Soul is immortalBody is reformableSoul is transmittableBody and soul togetherAfter death, is resurrectableAs a life’s seed is soul forever.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
Heroic Couplet For The Ocean Of Corruption
It is an ocean of high corruptionCorrupted ones have extra ambition,Here committing it is open secretBut unfortunately all aren’t punished,It’s just watering root but cutting topSo the honest ones here can never hope.
Update On COVID-19
Anyway, don’t be afraidSee your doctor, consultFollow the prescriptionsCheck your health in time,Follow the rules of cleanlinessKeep yourselves freshEat fresh and legal foodDrink fresh water much,Avoid alcohol, harmful drinkingUse the suitable maskBe careful of covering noses, mouthWhile coughing and sneezing,Pray to Almighty Creator timelyKnow, develop humanityHope, to be healthyAnd to be happy.
You do like or not
Things will happenWell or ill in timeYour deeds are for yoursYou will be responsible for those,Nothing will be done behind;Your planted trees will offer youThe fruits those catchYou do accept or rejectTime will passYou will gainOr you will get loss,So you should have thoughtBefore doing that,Nothing will be done behind;Big trees can’t be cut shortAgain…
This me will value you as a true friend
I do not say, ‘You are my foe’But say, ‘True friend you may be; ‘I am waiting for youStretching hands, these two.About:Reza syllabic Verse (Edited, Revised And Additional Version) :– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
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In a never ending
Embrace,
Full of beauty
Full of grace,
That nothing
Can replace.
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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.
We twist and turn
With passionate wordsOf imaginative desire,Oh Poetry!Your fire,Is unstoppable,As your heart palpitatesIncessantly,Full of Love’s desire.
Silence is a chamber,
Where only silent memoriesOf gone happiness persist.Silence is perpetual night,The absence of a kiss,Where warmth and light,Have taken flight,And hope is off the list.
Relationships,
Those are the rare ones,Very few regrets.We communicate thru language,But there’s so much more than that,There is all the human baggage,We all have under our hat.
Dream Maker, Poet,
I want to drink your nectar,Sip by sip,I want to travel, The Universe,Aboard a Ship,Called ‘Beautiful Verse’
The Mystery of Poetry,
To quit the World,Such as it is,In Words of Mist, that do persistTo hide the pain of everyday,And say that Life,Is not in vain,That let you dream,Even on land,That oceans really are at hand,That make you think that Love is True,And that the Sea is really blue.
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The immaculate conception
Of Rose and its thorn.
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Poetry touches me,
Poetry lives in me,With the intensity,Of an overflowing Sea.
The strange land of Poetry,
His land should be sincerityAnd Love, true camaraderie,No lies no falsehoods ever,Makes all lives beautifully better.
What a silly notion,
And yet, all the poet wants,Is to be read and to be heard.
They play dirty,
Serpents from a fallen star,If they promise you the sky,Do beware, in hell you’ll fry.AppendixThey get away with murder,And we,Permanently,Pay their bail,Then cry!
War,
Of Life in Beauty’s prime,Ragged nations, tragic stations,Blood of helpless in our path,Greatest Crime of human wrath,Never ending, never past,Will you thus forever last?
Song so close to Verse,
From the heart,Touches the soul,Once again you hear Life’s call!
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So easily, lost,
So painful to resign,
But always special,
And one of a Kind.
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Heal us,
Of Love’s wounds,The sentimental bandage.
Oh Destiny!
Do you Hide?Waiting to pounce on those,Who think their Lives,They can decide.
Each poem
Its tone and its lament.The poet’s love infuses it,With life and sentiment.
From the cold Moon,
I drop a poem on the Sea,A ship that has already sailed,And tears that have already failedFor you, I cannot see.I navigate without a port,A fallen star as guide,And I will never feel as sad,As Sad as I’m tonight!
There are secrets that are sins,
That no one will ever know,Covered with eternal snow,Placed upon the, Mountains high,Where eventually they’ll die.But the ‘Mal d’Amour’, my love,Lack of love, were talking of,That’s the saddest of them allFor a poet, above all,Needs to share,His love, his soul.
Nothing is still
Nor in the mind,Life and quil,One must write,To capture the movement,Retain feelings and thoughts,Life is much less lonelyIf having lived, yesterdayYou can capture and keep aliveThe PastFor what is lived today,Already, are the memoriesOf tomorrow,Past, Present and Future,Time that we cannot changeOr borrow,But that will make upThe world, of all tomorrows.
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On a single stem,
One Life, One Love,
Together,
No one dare, ever,
Separate, Them
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To be grateful is a virtue,
Give credit where credit is due,A grateful child is a blessing,A fountain of love and of pride,A consoling, sustaining pillarA joy parents cannot hide.
An outstretched hand,
What better giftFor loneliness, to close.
Why Poetry?
Fighting against infamy,That human lowly crud,That you can’t scrub away,So innate in some,In a most disgusting, way.Why Poetry?Because it rises above,Our petty thoughts and dirty play,Not wanting, the soot to sway,And interlace with moral rot,‘Me first, others not’.Why Poetry?Because it seeks and speaks of Love,For Love of All, it lives,And even its darkest enemies,Forgives
Is there a Love Zone in our heads?
Go ahead, love this one,No, love that one,Just go ahead,Our control is minimal,We stop thinking, instead.Love takes over,Every thought, every thread,Of our lives,Hangs in suspense,Until the Love Zone is filled,With the One we love the Best!
Poet, you’d better hope
That you keep on looking for Heaven,Even though it’s never found.
Have I lost you now forever?
Where no light will shine, now ever,Nor give respite to my plight.Have you by now, All forgotten?All your words that were caress,That were written for me only,When you thought I was the best.So now Nothing really matters,I will no longer posses,All the dreams that now are shattered,I shall put this Love to rest.
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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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Eyes that speak
Looks that melt inside of me,What you tell meWith your eyesAre the feelingsYou can’t hide,And those looks,They go beyondAnythingThat words can say,Only looks so full of Love,Can reach outAnd speak that way.Looks of Love,So priceless, sweet,Passions thatIn Heavens meet.
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.
Let those who wish us ill
Hell and Hate, like destructivePain and political persecutionAre not spontaneous self-lit fires,Don’t provoke what you don’t wantFor yourselves,Sooner or later Tyranny is discoveredDestroyed! The lives of others,Are not for hire.
Much better to be prayed for,
It is such a sweet honorTo have good thoughts bannerOn your side,And Love as your life’s guide.
A bunch of Clowns,
Not even good enough,To be words that will remain,Under a canapé of clouds,Yelling, so that all can hear,How they, the elected Clowns will satisfy,All the people, listening, stupefied.But once elected, promises forgotten, rejected,The same trap year after year, the same veneer,Poor foolish Seals, with their clapping hands,Hope and change, always buried, in the same old…
Can we really
What deeply insideWe feel?Are words a trueMirrorOf the sentiments,That for usHave the mostDesired, appeal?I still don’t knowIf poetry does it bestOr if there reallyIs no way,That emotionally,And passionately,To its fullestDegree,Love can beExpressed.
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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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When prayers don’t help
Or is it such a hopeless messThat nothing but an unlikely miracle,Will do?
A book in a nutshell,
That’s what Poems are,In our lives, welcomed guests.
A certain
Poetry,The most creativeLanguageOf them all,BeautifulImaginativeAnd tallReaching for the StarsPicking us upWhen we fall.
Tell me Wind,
Where you go and travel, why?Blowing here and whistling there,Like a soul in great despair,Causing havoc when too strong,Sweet and cool in summer morn,As you travel endlessly,Blowing so incessantly,What’s the purpose of it all?Wind that sings and travels tall.Wind one feels but cannot see,As it blows the waves at sea,Ships a trembling crazily,Wind so strong…
Ah, the running pleasure,
The liveliness,The love that draws,You’re much more,Than just four paws to me,You’re my very best reality.
Thinking, thinking
Poets sing theirUseless song,Trying to undoThe knots,To decipherWhat we are,And what we’re not,Never underestimateA poet’s talent,For he tries to singAt least,A truthful song,In this world,Of lies and trufflesWhere we’re lied toMore and more,As we go along.
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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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Fingers, hands, Souls intertwine,
Of your love and mine,And Love so divineEnvelopes our World,And nothing is heard,If not, but the heart,That trembles and flutters,Like the Soul of a bird,Like a light in the dark.
We still love each other,
Hard to describe,Hard to say,Why, it seems like yesterday,That we met and loved each other,In that most unusual way.I was a dreamer,So were you,But so many dreams,Just don’t come true,Now that you are,So far away,All I wish for,Is that someday,I’ll feel your presence,And love you further,In my most unusual way.
I think an investigation,
On all congressional, RatsAnd while we’re at itJust for their, entertainmentBring in a few, real hungry Cats!
The brilliant light of Truth.
So hard to find,It lies hidden in man’s History,Surrounded by falsehoods,Hypocrisy and crime.Truth is Love and Sincerity,Seems we don’t honor Integrity,Virtue, Morality, nor Honesty,‘How can I fool all of you?Please, let me count the ways’Is as true today,As it was, true yesterday.
I am from everywhere and nowhere,
Man is a raving idiot,Always singing his destructive song,Knowing that all remains the same,Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow,All you get to change is the name,Of what you think is sorrow
Like the first One,
A part of you,Like the last One,It was never enoughThis love, this lightThat is Poetry.
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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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Knowing how to perfectly guide the Actors,
Creating for the public, Films,Video, Audio, pure delightMiracles in flight,That are a part of their creative spirit,And Artistically, so right.
When I think
And the Ones,That stayed behind,The dearly, dearlyBeloved,That no longerCan be mine,All the memoriesFold overAnd they grip me,My heart tie,And my feelingsBecome painfulAnd I give myselfA cry.Oh the TimesThat are no longer,How they hurt!Those times gone byOnly Memories, fold overWith some tearsThat never dry.
21st Century slaps,
The age of sex and stupidity,Of defense of criminal activity,Of mental walls and depravity,Corruption, vice and obscenity,And all other,‘Liberal’ charity.
Weak is the flesh,
It does consumeBut never wrongI love you nowLike in the past,A love so deep,Can only last.
What Poetry can do,
It may even be able to scan,The Whole Universe for You.
Precious Poetry,
Stays young and vibrant,A Timeless Treasure.Love, immortalizedBy simple wordsNothing like it.Was ever heard.Poetry, will live foreverIt’s the best,Of all human endeavorsSoul written,With all the Poet’sLove, sincerity and fervor.
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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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I dream of you,
An image hardly touched,But when, my love,You love this way,One word can mean so much!
I may not be able to change anything,
And no Talking Parrot can own it,Or tell me how to think or be.
Why Poetry?
That makes the Mind, the Heart,The Soul as free,And is as inspiring to thisMagnificent Trilogy!
The night is clear,
And you and I,Have taken flight,Behold, the happiest idea,What love can do,Holding you near,To walk upon a phantom cloudTo love, to cry, but not too loud,A dream of wondrous tenderness,That only Love can truly bless,And now that all of this you know,Please never, ever let me go,I love you now, eternally,In light, in darkness, tenderly
Fatigue sets in,
Everything stands still,A very, very dangerous mood,When life no longer speaks to you,But just your quill.
Politics is complicated,
I wonder what species of Spider,Took the very first step,In knitting the flow,Of this decadent tidal ebb.
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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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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.
Beware, Beware
Cuba, Venezuela.To name just twoHave enslaved,The populationThat has NothingIn return,It will happen toUs too!Don’t think becauseThey change the nameThere’s anything to gainAnd that this time will beDifferent,Its all the same,You will become a slaveOf the Perfect,Leftist State,But lose of LibertyIts very Name!Once fallen in the Trap!There will be no returnTo the DemocracyYou did not love…
How unappreciated
Have tried to beTeachers, MentorsPreachers of good wordAnd works,Behaving with true solidarity,Creators of better lives and thingsBut they are so many times,AbusedSo often misunderstoodSo much hate, under life’s hood,So much incomprehension adding toSocial unrest and insecurity, too!Why?Because They, the JustHad discoveredThat in the ruling classThere were many others,Not only wrongBut with very bad intentionsOf control…
Don’t look now
Not at all right,All of them,Chaotic bummers,Don’t even know,How to govern!The ones that were,The ones that are,21st Century plight,Nothing feels right!Confused, hiddenBy computerized trees,Now, the forest,Nobody sees,So much information,So much untrue,‘Sanctified’ by abuseNobody, even seemsTo care about the truth,Cynicisms, absolute tooth,Muddled in darkness,Transparency, none,They haven’t even left us,A tenuous ray of sun.
A pen can bring you
A painting, do that tooBut Love’s another storyThat, no one can createFor you,
As poets,
To go forward in our Art,Let us not betray one another,We must sustain each otherBravely, Sagely,Understanding,Every Poet’s Heart.
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Apart,
From all the rest
Of creation,
Don’t betray it!
Don’t forget it!
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They eat on porcelain dishes,
Never worked a day, judiciousTook a much easier route,Their riches ‘never suspicious’,It’s All Others you must doubt.
Like old friends,
Can be watchedAnd appreciated,Over and over again.The Art of FilmTime does not dim,True talent,In all domainsSings immortality’s hymn.
Meager of Spirit, of Truthfulness too,
False promises, always, just couldn’t care less,If the Country progresses or is in distress,Whatever he touches becomes a big mess.
Poetic Philosophy
Thru fantasyRhyme giving,Fancy freeExploring,All that Life isAnd can be,As Love becomesPriority.
What will we be tomorrow,
A Robot or a Sparrow?A Soul without a dream?Or even Be? Tomorrow!
The Hand that saves,
For us to chose,It’s called ‘Free Will’
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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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Curious
Come fromAncient LandsCan express,What nothingElse can,From the innerSpirit,To the deepestSecrets,Buried way belowIn memory’sSands.
No dice!
Poetry,MechanicallyUnaware,Try writing a poemWithout inspiration,You won’t getAnywhere!
There are, those
Who dareTo live,Just for love,Only.To love and be loved.But!If the dream desiredIs not found,Like a sunless flowerThey wither and dieFrom lack of love,The touch of a hand,Or the warmth,Of a reassuring smile,Yes, they even dieBecause,They have no one!To dry, their tearsWhen all aloneThey cry.
Nothing is forever
We live in the PresentBut we can’t forget our Past.Let us accept,What we cannot change,And do what we can,Mostly, not derange.
Do good
Kicked and insulted.Do badAnd you getReelected!I don’t recognizeThis Country,Anymore!It must be some placeIn outer spaceWhere lives,A mutant raceThat decency,And conviviality,Just ignore,While Love is hungTo die,Outside the door.
Everything,
Peaches and CreamBut at least,Be gratefulAnd enjoyThe good moments,Count your blessingsBe grateful,There are so manyLess fortunateWithout any loveAt all,Or even tiny dreams.
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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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Sanity,
Not offered to All,Many times, our fragile mindsCan’t handle,Life’s difficult Call.
I loved you then
No matter whenNo matter how,Now that you’re goneWill I go on?Or will I be,Like some WhiteSwan,Just die of heartbreak,And be done.
The World is on the bend,
But lack of Liberty,Is always Tragedy.
You are what you feel,
There’s no escape,Lies don’t go far.
Why look for the truth?
Truth has been murderedBy the very ones that said,They held Her, firmly,In their closed fist.
Hope is our Moon,
On which we rely,In our human darknessFor light and guidance,When all seems to failIn our lives,So fragile and paleSo easily, derailedOnce our tenuous happinessHas sailed,The Light of the MoonWill prevail.
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I and he,
My Dog,
Sandy.
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I don’t want to get
I’m tired of thinking,Tired of mental percussions,That lead to no where,Things don’t ever,Really change,They just mutate,Into other discussion,That also don’t get you There.
It’s all about Feeling,
It’s all about Caring,You and me,It’s all about Dreaming,Infinity,It’s all about Painting,A Scarlet Sea,It’s all about Loving,So endlessly,It’s all about Living,Decently,And yet, Finally,It’s all about Nothing,So you see,We are not controlling,Our Destiny.
Honesty is a fallacy,
It is a ‘banality’,That most humans don’t observe
How can I love you,
I love you because,You are You,I love you because,Tenderness is, a feeling,That all don’t posses,I love you, because,You heal my wounds,With just one kiss,Or one caress,I Love You, more,Than I can express,Words cannot sing,All my happiness,I love you because,You are who you areBut I loved you soFrom the very start,Because you saved my soul,And you…
I could have loved you
Of pleasurable nectar,Disappeared,Till the wings of happinessWere broken and seared,But I never found youAnd drowned in my own tears.
Now,
Poetry often is Philosophy,A vent for animosity,A window to curiosity,An open Heart’s adversity,But most of all diversity,All subjects does it touch,From the humble daisy,To the one you Love so much.
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In a compassionating way
Completely surrender to their wishes
Madness
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The sun is out
Cock-a-doodle-dooBirds are chirping tooThe morning orchestra has begunWhy thee sleeping humansEnough dreams you have seenIt’s time to break the shacklesJoin the orchestraTime to play the songGive new directions to your thoughtsWhy thee lag behind.
With no time and preoccupied with work
It was like blessings in disguiseHence ‘Corona’ came to show our real worth
feeling restlessness
beginning of love
wordly naked eyes
It comes from heart
ज्वार अपनी उछाल के साथ लता है
कई आपदाओं से विचलितखराब हालत मेंनवीकरण का एक प्रकारपुनर्जागरण के लिए आप ही के लिएबुराई का मुकाबला करने के लिएएकजुटता का संदेश लिएकहीं’ उन बादलों सेजहाँ संदेह छुपी हो छाया मेंतोड़ कर सबकोइस प्यार की बेल मेंबरसात संग बरस जाने कोजब हम सुख और दुःख के बीचझूल रहे हो समय का झूलाThis is a translation…
curved thicket of eye
moon behind the clouds
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Why?
A tie
Every one need
They are out of it
Detail?
That is detail.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 05/02/2017
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Some call father, mother
Them we should rememberThey are whether alive or dead,They have spent all for usThey have brought up us.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/26/2017
I do love You by any means
I do love You firstlyI do love You lastly;My every dot wants to face YouMy every dot wants to touch You,My every dot wants to embrace YouMy every dot wants to unite with You;My every dot does love YouMy every dot does look for You,My every dot does want for YouMy every dot does desire…
Hard,
RollCoolLord, let my path,Life, soul be glad.
To commit every iniquity behind general eye
To establish the rule of hypocrisy.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza| 9 November,2017
(Quatrain For The Kids)
It is my pet catHer name is Tom,Is always goodLikes playing game.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │12 February,2018
Islam
‘Selmun’It meansSurrendering to LordFor peace in His both realms.AboutRARe 2nd Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
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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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Reason says, “ I will beguile him with the tongue.”; Love says,“Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul.”The soul says to the heart, “Go, do not laugh at me and yourself.What is there that is not his, that I may beguile himthereby?”He is not sorrowful and anxious and seeking oblivion that Imay beguile…
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