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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Méér Dan Liefde….
dat hij niet kan destillerenzo’n betoverende kiltevan die liefdesverspillingsinds als de normliefde in dagelijkse vormis betoverend zoetzoals mijn liefde voor mijn geliefdezeg alsjeblieft dat ik niet wazig bennoch lui of gekzoals jullie allemaal wetenonze ware liefde in deze constante stroombegon onder die kersenboomeen hete zomerdaglang geledenmaar alle hindernissen zijn overwonnenonze drie zoons zijn geboren en…
Dit is geen gedicht, maar mijn getuigenis van God’s Grote Wonder (alwéér? !)
maar een getuigenisover de Volle Oogstmaan nu………………………in mijn stille uren,mijn gebedstijdenzal ik de Heer ook vragen of ik Zijn mooie schepping mag zien(de volle oogstmaan)voor mij is het geen feest, maar een volle waarneming die het dichtst bij mij in de buurt komt………………………dit was een gedeelte uit mijn vorig gedichtik moet hier vertellendat God mij…
We can always say: Racism has always existed
like Tolerance, Endurance, and train everyday like breathingand add being Honest and Love to our heartsthe end of this Summing Up will be entirely differentthan not trying at allBUT we must be willing to add these factors aboveTruly a human’s vision, view and sight can changebut without wishing towithout trying towithout educating ourselveslike eating and…
Afscheid is een beetje doodgaan
je sterft of je blijft levenmaar sterf niet zo dramatisch van ‘een beetje’Mensen houden van dramade Engelsen van hun Shakespearemaar de Fransen van parfum en haute coutureen ook van hun wijncultuurhet is normaal bij de lunch en het avondetenéén glaasje wijn, vergeten ze tenimmerom daarna na de schemergezellige vertellingen te doenover en weervooral als grandma…
– – – – – – – – – – – -JESUS HAS RISEN- – – – – – – – – – – –
very early in the morning,the women took the spices they had prepared and went to the tomb.They found the stone rolled away from the tomb,but when they entered,they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them.In their…
nieuw leven ingeblazen….- – –
een hemelse traktatie om te lezenje goed gekozen woorden,alsof ik de keuze van je woorden kan volgen…hoe je ze kiest…..Het voelt zo dichtbij…zo bekendalsof ik bij je benin je mooie geest…je mooie woordenzo bekend bij mijde magische sfeer die je hebt opgeroepenhet grote verschil isik ben slechts een gastin je poëtische huisen jij bent degene…
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For the lovers
To lose the heart-beats.
Rejuvenating.
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Paint my dreams or not
Clouds belong to the sky.
How can I say darling
You are spread everywhereOver the land, the sea and the air.In the sleep or in the dreams orWhen I am in the awakened sphere,You, like the fragrance in the air,Are here, there, everywhere.This is a translation of the poemସଖୀ-05 (Sakhi_05) /Odia PoembySubhas Chandra Chakra
Wars are fought in minds
For the Hares had never been their friends!
When Eyes belong to one
The day of deathof a state comesfor, democracyfails to flourishbut sycophancy grows.
A man booked for torturing
A Galileo is set free.
Our eyes closed in rapture
Unnamed light floods the world.
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Wet it up
With tears and blood
Gratifying.
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Your green and hazel eyes
Snake through valley of my soul.
To live is to Love
Every hen falls for a dove.
Apes are those who
And never do it after a win.
Love
Fill it upWith Suns of hopesAspiring.
ଏଟା ଏଇ ସମୟ ର
ତମେ ଯଦିଗୁରୁ ହେବ,ନେତା ହେବ,ପ୍ରଭୁ ଅବା ଈଶ୍ୱର ସାଜିବ-କିମ୍ବା ସେଇପୁରୁଣା କାଳ ରଅବତାର ତାଲିକା ରେନାମ ଲେଖାଇବ,ତମେ ତେବେକର ଗୋଟେ କାମ… ।ସବା ଆଗେରେଡିଓ ରେ,ଟିଭି ଅବା ଖବର କାଗଜେଦିଅ ଗୋଟେଭଲ ବିଜ୍ଞାପନ ।।
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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Look at it
With all your heart
Passionate.
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-୨- ମାୟା ମିରିଗ ର ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ
ସପନ ବୁଣନ୍ତିବନବାସୀସ୍ୱାମୀ ପାଶେ ଥିଲେ-ମିରିଗ ରମାୟା ମୋହ ପାଇଁକାଳେ କାଳେପଡେ ରାମ ଜାଲେ ।।
Noises that stir me within,
Mornings spent alone,Moons on deserts shoneOn deserts, cry tears but, mine.
Nobody loves to follow rules.
Going down hillis easy.
Love
Enjoyed, not played,On unseen grounds, hearts,Spontaneous.
Like a baby away from its mother’s lap
Refused a piece of land…A land of your own-Your Motherland.
War is a game
Who never enjoy playing it.
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Emerges from souls
Snakes through heart’s valley.
Ceaseless.
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ରୀତି ନୀତି
ଲୀନ ହୁଏସବୁ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନସମୟ ରମହା ସମୁଦ୍ର ରେ…ପ୍ରତି ଦେହ,ଦେହାତୀତ-ପ୍ରେମ ତୀବ୍ର ହୁଏସାଥେ ସାଥେଭାସି ଯାଏଅବଶେଷେ,ସମୟ ସେପାରେ….
It was easy
the greatest of Gods,but so difficultto please the husbandsall humanwith aspirations supremeand ambitions high.Each momentseemed like a day,and the dayappeared like agesShe had to discriminatebetween them,to choose between themamong those aspirantsall her nearest andher dearest ones.And now she hada dilemma to work out-to accept and allowone to live with her,and to keep away others-so dear…
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…
Although
The Sun has never set, for ever.The moon has never betrayed,The Clouds have never stopped flying,The Ocean has never numbed,The eyes have never ceased to dream,The droplets of dew, of tears at nightHave never gone dry at all!They were there, all along…When you talked to my heart,When you whispered into my ears,When you sang in…
Sometimes you are lonely
You have to negotiateWith the Police, or peopleConsult with a lawyer,Ask someone to mediate,But you will findYou are left to a few,Fewest of your kindWho still fight on your side.Forthey don’t havethe money you needExcept their supportAnd love from heart, for you.And you find your GodIn the words and momentsThey share with you.This world…So complex…
Short bare stumps sob n moan
chopped, cut them all down.
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Strange but true
Through valleys, seas, sky
Blue.
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ସଖୀ ଆଖି, ଓଠ,
ଅଲେଖା କାଗଜ ଛାତି,ଅଧା ଛୁଆଁ, ବାସୀ-ପ୍ରେମ କବିତା ରେଭରା ଲହୁ-ଲୁହ ଗୀତି ।।
କେଉଁ ଦୁନିଆକୁକୁ
ଅଚାନକ ମୋରଜୀବନ ର ପରିଧିରୁ,କାହାା ଅଭିଳାଷକଳ୍ପନା ବିଳାସ,ଆକର୍ଷଣ, ନେଲାଦୂରେ, ତୁମକୁମୋ’ ଠାାରୁ?ଯାହା ପାଇଁ ଥିଲାତୁମ ଅନ୍ତର ରେଏତେ ପ୍ରେମ ଏତେସ୍ନେହ, ଅନୁରାଗ ଧାରା-କିଏ ସେ ଅଶୁଭନଜର ରେ ଜାଳିପାଉଁଶ କରିଲାମୋ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ -ଦୁନିଆଁ, ସାରା ।।
Your green and hazel eyes
Snake through valley of my soul.
Every Sun rising,
However red or brightmust turn gray.For the world of Dogsthere’s no school,Might is rightIs the Golden Rule.No place is thereFor those who weep,World is for him,who wins and keep.Trophies once won,makes you the Hero.Whatever be the way,Zero remains zero.
War is a dark chalk that strikes
Written on human mind.
Oh Time!
The Greatest MagicianOf this universe.With a moment’s touchOf your magic wandYou changedAll the alphabetsWritten in the inkOf blood of my soulOn the slateOf the heart.
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Blue and vast
Expanding to contain all.
Accommodating.
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ଜୁଆରିଆ ବେଳାଭୂଇଁ
ଦେହ-ଦେହଏକାକାର କରିବାରଉତ୍ତାପ ଯୋଗାଏ ।ଏକୁଟିଆ ମଶାଣି ରଜୂଇ ନିଆଁ,ଦରପୋଡା-କାଠ ଓ ଅଙ୍ଗାରପ୍ରଣୟ ର ଅଙ୍ଗୀକାର ଦିଏ ।।
ଯୋଜନ ଯୋଜନ ଧରି
ଦେହ ସମୟ ର,ସୀମାହୀନ, ଆଦିଗନ୍ତ ବ୍ୟାପ୍ତି-ନି8ସଙ୍ଗତା, ଶୂନଶାନ,ଅନ୍ତରଙ୍ଗ ସ୍ମୃତି ।।କାଲି ର ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ହଜେଅସହାୟ ଜନନୀ ଜଠରେ,ଫୁଟିବା ର ପୂର୍ବ ଲଗ୍ନେ,ଅସତର୍କ ଶେଫାଳି ପାଖୁଡା-ହସଟିଏ ଲୋଟିଯାଏ ତଳେ,ଲିଭିଯାଏ ତରୁଣ ଓଠ ରେମିଳନ ର ଅନ୍ତିମ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତେବିରହ ର ସ୍ୱର ଅସଜଡା ।।
The sound of falling down
All dignity wilted by wind.
ସମୟ ତ
ପଲକ ରଯାଦୁ ଛଡି ଛୁଆଁ ଦେଇବଦଳାଇ ଦେଲା ମୋର –ଯୁଗ ଯୁଗ ଲୁହ ପିଇବଞ୍ଚିଥିବା,ଅୟୁତ ଏ ବେଦନାରନାଗ ଦଂଶନ ରବିଷ ପିଇ ପିଇଯାହା ସବୁତୁମ ବିରହ ରେ ଲେଖାଅନ୍ତର ସିଲଟ ପରେ,ମୋ ଆତ୍ମା ରଲହୁ ର ଅକ୍ଷର ।।
ନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷର ର
ତୁମ ଅନ୍ତର ର କଥା,ମୋ ଛାତି କାଗଜେଲେଖି ଦେଇଥିଲଆମ ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ଗାଥା ।।ଆଖି ରେ ଆଖିରେକହୁଥିଲ କଥାଅନ୍ତର ଗୋପନ ବାର୍ତ୍ତା-ଆଜି ତୁମ ବିନାପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ଭରାମଶାଣି ର ନୀରବତା ।।
A little water in pond
But everyone’sdream is precious.
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Of green leaves
For the tired Traveller.
Comforting.
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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…
ଅଧରାତି ଯାଏ
କଥା ଅଧା ରହୁଥିଲା-କେମିତିକା ଦିନଆସିଲା ଯେ ଭଲାଏ ଓଠ ନିରବି ଗଲା?
From womb of my mother
A short span called life.
An Unending war to continue
Result depends on numbers sold.
The song of the skylark
tonight, as the moonappeared at the zenithwith its silver smilereflected brighton the lipsof the lily below.Songs of heartare always sweetwhen a hearthas a blue woundunder the shadeof some sweet pastwhile the soul was oftenhaunted by a soulsupposed to bethe mate,but was separatedby cruel fate.
War is a deadly date
In place of Date of Manufacture.
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For rising Suns-of-hope
And Moons of dreams.
Manifesting.
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Love
Written on heartWith indelible pink alphabetsEternal.
My heart losses a beat
Bound with chains so dear.
Love
Of green leavesFor the tired Traveller.Comforting.
So many days,
Have drifted down and bystill and calmly.Like theseForgotten kissesUnder the grey shadeOf Mahogany inA summer day.
War is a python that swallows
Off the limbs of Humanity.
The young wife visits temples,
He attends a massage parlour.
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Below everyone’s feet
Like a mother’s lap.
Buttressing.
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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.
For whom
For whom? ?For the creativeor the destructive? ? ?Those who lovedTo venture intothe silence,the mysteries,and the strange,and the unknownand tried the manifoldways of unfolding Truthand unveiling the ignorance-Or those whohesitated to involvetheir hearts and mindsin the social processesin any manner-that could add tothe human civilization,and drank the nectarof the worlduntil it dried and driedand completely…
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 ।।
Quite flows
Peace seeks its placeIn the space infinite,Only the game of numbersContinues sinceTime immemorial.
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.
ସେ ଦିନ ସପନେ ଥିଲ ମୋର,
ମନ ମିତ, ସବୁ କିଛି ଆଣିଦେଉଥିଲା, ସେଇ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେ ।ମୋ ଅନ୍ତର ମିତ ମୋତେ ଦେଲାଜୀବନ ର ନୀଳ ଅନୁଭୂତି,ମୋ ଦେହ ର ସାରା ମାନଚିତ୍ରେ –ଦେଉଥିଲା ବୋକ-ଭରା-ତାତି ।।
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Of elegant angels
With pious-lust for life
Never-ending.
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Days passed,
Years of waiting-For someone mightTurn up a day.Like a pomegranateIn the mountains highI had been waiting,Smiling with mouths openAnd my pearls-dropped one by one,One after another,Till the last oneFell down-Last afternoon,This autumn.
Such is the case with us.
Helpless in a way –While we snap our love,Through mere wordsThrough the dotsDots rarely show the real-The realm of beauty,The realm of God,The realm of love.A finger is neededIndeed to point the moon,Once we recognize the moonWhy trouble the finger?
You are
My existence,The very essence ofMy subtlenessThe strength ofMy bonding heartThe feebleness ofMy soul desires.You areThe limit of myLimitless love for you.The continuity of myEver interrupted,Ever discontinuousEfforts to unite with,To be withAnd without you.
This evening I was born,
of a cosmopolitan citywhere glamour and glorynever everloved to be together!In the dark of the nightI was rearedto a small, weirda creature with wingsand a trunk thatnever everlearnt to seek but suck blood.In the brightness of the next mornI had but flownover fences of the townto hide under the shadesawaiting the setting Sunand my love…
War is a period
End with Paralyzing cowardice.
Laughter is the beam of radiance
That never dawned.
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Enjoyed, not played,
On unseen grounds, hearts,
Spontaneous.
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ହସ ର ଫଗୁଣ
ମୋ ପାଇଁ ଜୀବନ ଥିଲା-ଘନ ଅମା ରାତିକଳା କବରୀ ରେମୋ ପ୍ରାଣ ଲଟକିଥିଲା,ଆଖି ରେ ତୁମରଲୁହ ର ଶ୍ରାବଣଅମା ରାତି ଆଣୁଥିଲା-ତମେ ଚାଲିଗଲପାଲଟି ଗଲି ମୁଁବୈଶାଖ ର ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।
My heart losses a beat
Bound with chains so dear.
Love is a song of life
on the soil of unuttered words.
It’s a great surprise
like you or me-that it has beenso difficult fora common manto live with a dream,When people atgreat placesenjoy life,enjoy name and fame,enjoy power and previlagesalthough they seldomendorse any dreamsLarger, broader or humane.
Desire in me to be
road and bed, dreams and realmsIs red in colour.
War is a bleeding wound
The shorter it stays, the better.
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From Rock hearts
Flows down lust-free minds.
Perennial.
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I see
Into the othernessOf the other.Into the orange ofThe empty lips thatSmile at my emptiness.Into the warmth ofThe wombs numerousThat gave me a birthEach time I was born,To my mothers over here,On this Earth,On all those Earths,Where you stoodAll alone, with a promiseOf a meeting, passionateOf a parting, meaningfulOf a life, worth living ofOf a death,…
ସ୍ମୃତି ର ସୀମା ରେ
ବନ୍ଦୀ ତୁମ-ଆକାର ଓ ଆକାଶ ରଚଉହଦ,ସ୍ଥିତି ଆଉ ଶୂନ୍ୟତା ରଚାରିକୋଣ,ଚଉଦିଗ,ବ୍ୟାପ୍ତି ଅବା ବିସ୍ମୃତି ରଆରମ୍ଭ ଓ ଅନ୍ତିମ ରସୀମା ସରହଦ ।।
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…
Apes are honest workers
To report if they are deeply rooted.
Waves dance to songs blue.
Sand takes a sensuous bath.
Days passed,
Years of waiting-For someone mightTurn up a day.Like a pomegranateIn the mountains highI had been waiting,Smiling with mouths openAnd my pearls-dropped one by one,One after another,Till the last oneFell down-Last afternoon,This autumn.
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Of pages unread
With chapters of seasons
Mysterious.
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ଆଜି ପୁଣି ପୂର୍ଣିମା ରେ
ପାଖ ରେ ପାଇଲି,ମୋ ଆଖି ରେ ଲୁହ ଜମାରୋକି ହେଲା ନାହିଁ –ଅନ୍ତର ର କୋହ ତକନିଗାଡିଲା ଯାଏ-ତୁମ ପ୍ରତିଚ୍ଛବି ପାଶେବଖାଣି ବସିଲି ।।ଜାଣି ନାଇଁତୁମ ଆଖି ରେ ମୁଁସେମିତି ରହିଲିକି ଆଉ ପାଦେତଳ କୁ ଖସିଲି ! !
Laughter is the beam of radiance
That never dawned.
Life has been
Dry and drenched,Shed over centuriesOver the valleys ofMy lost hopes andDreams shattered.What made you thinkThe way that you didThe way that you fledAway from the world-You knitted with love,You designed with care,So delicately woven and tied?Often I embarkWhile gazing farAt the end of my horizonFrom the ends to ends ofMy space and time lineAre hollowness…
It smells sweet,
blooms up, full grown intoa flower of achievement.It tastes so sweetwhen the fruit of achievementripens up, it’s seeds tocarry the legacy ahead.It sounds so melodicwhen the song of the heartis heard by the personit was meant for.It makes you feel so greatwhen greatest of the poetswhisper to your ears, withsweetest of their wordsthat you are…
Early in the morning
the chirping birdsfrom the far away forest,opposite tothe river bank alarmed her-She was getting late.Instantly she roseand then tooka morning bathin the dews ofthe last night.It made her feelfresh and fine.,from the coreof her heart deep petalsshe sprayed on hera mild and exotic aromathat had startedemanating sincea few days ago-as his thoughts hadstarted to thrill…
The smile on your lips
paints colours on my dreams.
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It is the glorious,
Feeling
The Whole World
Should be made of.
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Writing in the clouds,
Normal, less normal, insane,Some people like to read,The Clouds that Poets write,But living in the Clouds,A danger signal is,For even famous poets,Cannot fully describe,The Mystery that life Is!
The True Human
Has no colorRace or nationality,It just feelsLove and Compassion,And Is,The best in us,All.
As we travel, opaquely,
The World moves crazily,In ways, like a harpoon,Creative and destructiveMan’s eternal paradox,Good in so many waysBut his evil needs detox!
I Love You,
Loving you a certain way,Like a child that is at play,Purely.I love you,Softly,Like the light at end of day,Like a prayer, I’ve got to say,Surely,And I cannot stay away,Love you more and more each day,With the breeze, I cannot touch,I just Love You, oh, so much,I just know Love’s here to stay,And will never fade…
What can’t you find on ‘The Net? ‘
The Spider that wove the web,Where we all finally met,But are not,That well,Internetted,YET!
If Poetry
Should ever end,Where would we goTo cry our tears,To share our fears,To stay aliveWhere, could we go?
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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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Knowledge is Golden,
Anything good learnedIs already forgotten.
There is a certain balance,
That we as,Supposed ‘intelligent’ beings,Simply don’t achieve,Unexplainable, the evil vein,That clogs the human brain,And works so hard,To constantly deceive.
The Truth lies suspended
He who lies the best,Is who the Public follows.
No one ever did
No one ever cared,As ever and ever,You cared for meOur time was so short,Together,But our love shallForever be,I promise you,Adored, beloved,You will alwaysBe alive in me.
Music in my head
Transferred into words,I’m coming homeA pleasurable giftI’m not alone!Even now,That Autumn colorsFade away,Music and I,HopefullyWill still haveSomething beautifulTo say.
‘Nothing Matters!
Said One to Another,But it never happenedSince they had never really met,Except in the mindsOf one another,Or maybe on some imaginaryMovie set.Yes, ladies and gentlemen,(if there are any left?)Fiction plays sly tricksOn those,Who in reality are aloneWith loneliness,Far, far awayFrom whatever,Might be called, home.
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Harder to define.
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The mind may forget,
Love projects,Forgets me notsIn that lasting filmWhere Love does playAll starring, parts.
We think so much
Know nothingAbout, whatWe’re really,Living for?All is theoryAnd doubt,We reallyKnow nothing aboutWhat we are,Who we are,Why we’re hereOr what our lives,Are for.
I want to be good
Says man in every landAnd I hunt and I kill,So often, at willCausing pain and chagrinUsing Evil as thrill,Causing mistrust and chill,Bitter footprints in the sand.Of what nature do we comeThat we’re stillSuch rotten scum,After millions we have killed?I cannot understandThat the HandThat’s used to saveIs the HandThat could somedayAlso be used, to kill…..
It’s unbelievable,
Mean and lean, just with words,No props,And at the same time,Visualize, create feelings,Touch a nerve,Never was the reader better served!
Poetry creates mood,
Feelings speakTo the Soul,Poetry,Makes us human,Despite, allOur bad calls,Purifying, FireFrom One to All.
Pain,
That does not start,When Love is gone,Happiness too,So hard to find,A Love all Yours,And when it’s gone,Closed are all doors.
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Of two birds
Nurturing the same dream..
Passionate.
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Like the freshness
a morning shower,Your memories ofOur buried pastflash within mewith a nascent waveOf longing besidethe shore ofeternal time and space.
No freedom needed for prisoners
Dreams never fool the blind.
One man,
Lived so many nights,Lived so many lives,So many waves of desiredashed on the shoresof this mind-So many clouds of urgeflew over the skiesof this heart.But I was lonely,as everalone on my bed,alone on my road,like a butterflywith burnt wingslooked at the hearth of life.Like a mothof the restless midnightI loved to burn and breakmy wings…
ଆପଣାର ମଣି
ମାଟି ପାଣି ପବନରେ-ପ୍ରେମର ଅଲିଭାରଙ୍ଗ ଭରିଥିଲଲୁଚି ଗଲ ଗୋପନରେ! !
ଯେତେ ଯେତେ ଥର ମୋର
ତମ ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଉତ୍ତାପ ରେ-ମୋ ସର୍ବାଙ୍ଗ ଭିଜିଯାଏତୁମ ନଜର ନିଆଁ ରେଜଳେ ମୁଁ ତ, ମୋ ଆତ୍ମା ଜୂଇ ରେ ।।
Wrap the child
instead of noisy words,the heap of words thatpreach him,teach him, andsnatch happinessand spontaneity of lifeoff him.For silenceteaches betterthan words can do.Silence isthe mother of everythingthat occupies space,that resonates with time,that brings harmonyin all that fillsthis Universe-With essence of Truth,with fragrance of love,with urges to manifestin the particles of matter,in the petals of flowers.
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Soothing and quenching
Eternal thirst of waiting.
Gratifying.
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You are my teacher
When my eyes started to blink.
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…
Love is a spider net
The spider is missing.
A rainbow appears from nowhere
His long awaiting thirsty lips.
It’s a great surprise
like you or me-that it has beenso difficult fora common manto live with a dream,When people atgreat placesenjoy life,enjoy name and fame,enjoy power and previlagesalthough they seldomendorse any dreamsLarger, broader or humane.
Like a baby away from its mother’s lap
Refused a piece of land…A land of your own-Your Motherland.
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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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HOPE….(1)
Remember,refocus,move forward,trust,and finally … hope.Our hope is not in the things of this world,or even in the other people Jesus commanded us to love as we love ourselves.Our hope is in Christ Jesus,who died to save us from the power of sinand its consequence of death,by humbling Himselfas He died on the cross.In that moment,He…
I see red and green
please guess what might that be?you can never guess this, but feel freeI’d love to hear your ardent shoutplease, do that very very loud….SYLVIA FRANCES CHANAll Rights Reserved
Dear Poet friends, readers and visitors of Poem Hunter Poem Site,
But it’s most pleasing if you too can watch thisAugust’s Full Sturgeon Moon Will Illuminate the SkyThis Weekend and will stay till Monday 3 August 2020The full moon will appear Sunday 2 Augand reach peak brightness on Monday.3 Aug 2020The 2020 full Sturgeon Moon will appear on Sunday, August 2and remain visible through Monday night.In…
Een treur-me-niet
liever niet hoeven te lezenliever te genezenvan het eeuwig vrezenvan calamiteitendat is geen angsthet duurt wel het langstje angst phobieach, toe nou zeur niezeur me niet, lieverdwant jij hebt geen enkel phobieof melancholieof depressieje bent gewoon gelukkigmet je elke dag van rijke zegeningendat zijn van die dingendie jou omringendat besef je toch wel?of weer nie?dank…
Especially for Marieta Maglas, my tutor in mind.
For i don’t know now what she is doingi was just missing her, I’ve been searchingfor her in all my quietness, now i write this piecebefore going to bed, i must have peaceI’ve been searching in Poetfreak, oh deari don’t expect there would be a misunderstanding hereWhere art thou my dear Poetfreak friendA lady holy,…
Sylvia dan Erica….
tapi ku jadi muak dan mulai dengan Erica,sepertinya dua penyair initelah menjadi usang,setidaknya untuk daku,Sylvie pemalu,tapi satu hal tetap sama:kelangkaanperapiantelah menjadi ketenaran global,kutipan dakudikau menulis:sesuatu yang indahadalah hasrat tuk abadimereka memiliki satu kesamaan:mereka cantikterkenal di dunia,keharumannya akan tetap adadan taburibenih tuakita semua sangat membutuhkannyamenabur kedalam keabadian,dan menjaga segarnyatuk selama2nyakarena ini adalah puisiyang tetap akan tahansampai…
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Rendered with heart
Brings spring on Earth.
Fulfilling.
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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…
I want not
that never settles a home,that never houses a bird,that never pats a backof the weak or feeble,that seldom explores a landmysterious, strange or unknown,that rarely builds up a duneover the valleys of lifeunder the vast stretchingdesert sky.Rather I would beThe mild autumn breezeThat fills, chills and thrillslife in many,soothes the heart of loversheals the aching…
My heart losses a beat
Bound with chains so dear.
ଆଜି ତୁମେ ମୋର
ମୋ ଶୂନ୍ୟ ଆକାଶେଦେଇଛ ନୀଳିମା ଭରି-ତୁମେ ଆଜି ମୋରଆକାଶ ର ଅସ୍ତରାଗ,ମୋ ଶୁଷ୍କ ଜୀବନେଜୀଇଁବା ର ଅନୁରାଗ ।ତୁମେ ସପ୍ତ ରଂଗୀଇନ୍ଦ୍ର ଧନୁ ର ମୋହ…ସେ ସବୁଜ ଭୂଇଁସବୁଜିମା ଟହଟହ,ମୋ ଆଖି ଆକାଶେତୁମେ ଅନ୍ତରଙ୍ଗ ଛବି,ମୋ ପ୍ରତି ସକାଳେଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ର ନୀଳ ଛବି!ଯେବେ ଠାରୁ ତମେଆକାଶେ ଆସିଲ ନାହିଁ,ସେବେ ଠାରୁ ମୋରଅନ୍ତରେ ରକ୍ତ କଇଁ! !ଭରା ଭରା ସାରାମନ ସରସୀ ର ଜଳ,ମନ ଲାଖି ମନପାଇବା ରେ ଛଳ ଛଳ!ଏବେ ନାହିଁ ଆଉ-ଦୁଃଖ ତୁମେ ନ ଥିବା…
Apes are creatures
There is nothing to eat.
ବିତିଗଲା ତୁମ ରୂପ, ରଙ୍ଗ ହୀନ
ତୁମ ବିନା ଆଜିଯାଏଜଳୁଥିବା ଏ ଅନ୍ତରଜୂଇ ନିଆଁ ଧାସେ,ଜଳିଗଲା ସବୁତକମିଠା ମିଠା ସ୍ମୃତିର ସନ୍ତକ ।।ବଗିଚା ରେ ଫୁଟୁଥିଲା ଫୁଲବିନା ଖୁସୀ,ବିନା ତୃପ୍ତି,ବିନା ମହକରେ ।।ସବୁଆଡ଼େ ଏବେ କିନ୍ତୁରୂପ ର ଫୁଆରା,ରଙ୍ଗ ର ପସରା ଆଉମହ ମହ ବାସ୍ନା ର ଅଦୌତିକାଲି ସେଇ ଥରୁଟିଏତମ ସହ ଭେଟ ହେଲା ପରେ ।।
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Of tear dried
On the lover’s cheek
Nostalgic.
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When you shone
Of my life,I got my orb,My set of new orb of life.You dawned uponMy dark worldLike a rising Sun,Filling every landWith your beauty.Brightening each cornerOf my untouched soul.Embracing all the crestsAnd troughs of my lifeWith your rays of love.For me,You are the moon of my nightsAnd the Sun of my days.You are lovely, great and…
The living computer is gone
None to explore the unexplored.
To live is to Love
Every hen falls for a dove.
Beauty lies in the quest,
Words and worlds are temporary.
Words originate
swim acrossthe still watersof dumb wordlessness.Silence shatteredas the tongue utters.
ଲାଗୁଛି ଯେ
ଆସିଅଛ ଫେରି-ଠିକ ସେଇରୂପ, ରଂଗ, ଶବ୍ଦ,ଆଉ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେତୁମେ ‘ସୀମା’ ମୋର-ମୋ ପାର୍ଥିବ ଇଚ୍ଛା, ଆବେଗ ର ।ମୋ ନିଃସର୍ଗ ତୃଷା, ମିଳନ ର ।ମୋ ଆତ୍ମିକ କ୍ଷୁଧା, ବିରହ ର ।ତୁମେ ବେଢିଯାଅ ଏବେଛାଇଯାଅ, ମାଟି ରୁ ଆକାଶ-ଛୁଇଁ ଯାଅ,ଭରି ଯାଅ,ଏଇ ମୋରତୁମ ବିନାଏ ଯାଏ ବି ଖାଲି ଥିବାଜୀବନ ର ନଭ, ଜଳ, ସ୍ଥଳ ।।
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Keep it up
With all your heart
Contending.
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ଏଟା ଏଇ ସମୟ ର
ତମେ ଯଦିଗୁରୁ ହେବ,ନେତା ହେବ,ପ୍ରଭୁ ଅବା ଈଶ୍ୱର ସାଜିବ-କିମ୍ବା ସେଇପୁରୁଣା କାଳ ରଅବତାର ତାଲିକା ରେନାମ ଲେଖାଇବ,ତମେ ତେବେକର ଗୋଟେ କାମ… ।ସବା ଆଗେରେଡିଓ ରେ,ଟିଭି ଅବା ଖବର କାଗଜେଦିଅ ଗୋଟେଭଲ ବିଜ୍ଞାପନ ।।
Why to inflict a war?
A nation would eventually die.
Every Sun rising,
However red or brightmust turn gray.For the world of Dogsthere’s no school,Might is rightIs the Golden Rule.No place is thereFor those who weep,World is for him,who wins and keep.Trophies once won,makes you the Hero.Whatever be the way,Zero remains zero.
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.
My love for you is
Beautiful coloursJust for you.The fairies from the heavenDrop their tears of joyIn the hues of the rainbowJust for you.The mermaidsFrom the five oceansBlow their waves of blue wishesJust for you.
The honeycomb of my life
You reside in every cell.
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Bathe in it
Like you did never
Fulfilling.
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Wars are fought in minds
For the Hares had never been their friends!
ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀ ର
ମୋ ପ୍ରଣୟ ବେଦୀ ପରେ ।ସାଗର ଗଭୀରଭଲ ପାଇବା ରନୀଳ ପରଶ ରେ ଜଳେ ।।ଆଖି ର ଉହାଡେଆଗାମୀ ସପନଚୁପି ଚୁପି ଝଳୁଥାଏ-ପାହାଡ ଏ ପାରେମନ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳାତୁମକୁ ଗୋ ଝୁରୁଥାଏ ।।
You still make me chilly
Treat thy land so lovely!
Little by little
My uncertain edgesThat your warm shadows renderSalvation to my urges,Your dense sweetnessForms a scintillating touch,And calms my ‘me’Calm my shuddersAnd help me findMy goal, my destiny.
This time
For I had got her back,My poem-Standing onA cross road of pagesYellow with desireThat surges in a momentWhen the last leaf had fallenAnd the late birdHad left,Bidding a farewellTo all thoseMid-summer night’s dreams.
Apes are those who
Loot them thereafter.
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Written on lips
Blue with life’s waiting
Reuniting.
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In you, my dear
My shapes,My horizons,My outlines,Edges that defineMy urges, dreams and desires,Ambitions and aspirations,Whole of me.
Your love
for the myriad questionsnever answeredby this man,now your husbandin the eyesof the society.
ଖୋଲା ଖୋଲି
କେତେ ବାଧା,ପ୍ରତିବନ୍ଧ ଥିଲାସବୁ ସର୍ତ୍ତମଞ୍ଜୁରୀ ନେବାରଆଜି ସତେଶୁଭ ଦିନ ଥିଲା…
The fading desert moon shines
Nobody cares nor does stare.
ମୋର ବାକିତକ ପରମାୟୁ ନେଇ
ଚୁମା ଦେବ-ମାତ୍ର ଥରୁଟିଏ ପାଇଁ ।ଜନ୍ମ ଜନ୍ମମଶାଣି ରେ ବଞ୍ଚୁଥିବି ପଛେମୁଁ ଅମର ହୋଇଯିବି-ତମ ଚୁମା ପାଇ..ହେଉ ପଛେଥରୁଟିଏ ପାଇଁ ।।
ଝରକା ର ରେଲିଂ ବାହାରେ
ବିଜୁଳି ର ଗାରେକଳା ମେଘ ଆର ପାଖୁଁତୁମ ଆଖିଦୁଷ୍ଟାମି ରେ ଭରାଚମକାଇ ଦିଏ,ଥରେ ଛାତି ।ଏ ବେଳା ରେକେହି ଅବାଗାଉ ଥାଏଭିତରେ ଭିତରେମେଘ ଦୂତ ସୁରେ ଭିଜାପ୍ରଣୟ ଆରତୀ ।।
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Written on heart
With indelible pink alphabets
Eternal.
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Early in the morning
the chirping birdsfrom the far away forest,opposite tothe river bank alarmed her-She was getting late.Instantly she roseand then tooka morning bathin the dews ofthe last night.It made her feelfresh and fine.,from the coreof her heart deep petalsshe sprayed on hera mild and exotic aromathat had startedemanating sincea few days ago-as his thoughts hadstarted to thrill…
Love is like a cool autumn breeze
Oceans of loneliness in exile.
Broken heart keeps on breaking,
Shards of time and space.
The Moon has turned red
Blue of moon is forgotten.
ଜୀବନ ର
ଆବିର୍ଭୂତାଯାଜ୍ଞସେନୀମୁଁ ଯଜ୍ଞ-ସମ୍ଭୂତା ।।କାମନା ର ମେଦିନି ବୁକୁ ରେଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ରମାଂସ, ହାଡ, ଚର୍ମ ର ଜଙ୍ଗଲ,ଜନ୍ମ ନିଏ ଅଗଣିତରୂପ ହୀନ ବିକୃତି ର ଗୁଳ୍ମ,ଅର୍ଥ ହୀନ ଲାଳସା ର ତୃଣ ।ଅହଂକାର ଅଶୁଭ ଶଙ୍ଖ କୁଅସହାୟ, ଚପଳ ତାରୁଣ୍ୟଅସମୟେ କରେ ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ।।ଅସୀମିତ କ୍ଷମତା ର,ଅଯାଚିତ ସମ୍ପଦ ର-ଉତ୍ତର ଦାୟାଦ-କରେ ପ୍ରତ୍ୟାଖାନବାଲ୍ୟ ସ୍ମୃତି ବିଜଡିତପ୍ରତିଜ୍ଞା ର ଫଳ ଅବାସ୍ତବଅସ୍ୱୀକାରେ ସାମ୍ରାଜ୍ୟ ର ବିଭାଜନ-ସମ୍ରାଟ ଦ୍ରୁପଦ ।।ପ୍ରତାରିତ ଦ୍ରୋଣ ର ଆତ୍ମା ରେସୀମାହୀନ, ବିଷାକ୍ତ ଦଂଶନ-ହୃଦୟ ରେ କୁଣ୍ଡଳୀ…
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।।
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Mesh it up
With dishes of desire
Resurrecting.
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Love
Grow it upWith lattices of faithRapturous.
You are a memory clip
Never to erode nor to fade.
Like a piece of Chalk
Of lust and lustre,Of dreams and colour,Of desire and statureBefore I startedRunning in your world,On your black board heart.I made scratchesOn your heart-Lines of pleasure,Words of sunshine,Stanzas of moonshine,Stories of conjugationUntil I wasCompletely lost.
Love is like the eternal fuel`
with a flame bluer than the sky of lust.
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 ।।
My love for you is
Beautiful coloursJust for you.The fairies from the heavenDrop their tears of joyIn the hues of the rainbowJust for you.The mermaidsFrom the five oceansBlow their waves of blue wishesJust for you.
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Take a bath
In its vast blue
Heart-throbbing.
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ଭାରି କଷ୍ଟ ଲାଗୁଛି ସେଦିନୁଁ
ଛାଡି ମୋତେ ଦୂରେ ।ଏବେ ଖାଲି ଏତିକି ମୋ ଇଚ୍ଛାସଖୀ ମୋର, ଯେଉଁଠି ବି ରୁହ ପଛେଥାଅ ମୋ ସଂସାରେ ।।ଖୁସୀ ଖୁସୀ ରହିଥାଅ ତମେକହିଦିଅ, କେଉଁ ଦିନ କି ଇଚ୍ଛା ତୁମରପ୍ରାଣ ଦେଇ କରିବି ପୂରଣ ।ଚାଲିବି ମୁଁ ତୁମ ଇଚ୍ଛା ଧାରେ,ଆଜୀବନ, ବାକିତକ ଏଇ ପରମାୟୁତୁମ ପାଇଁ କରି ସମର୍ପଣ ।।
I am your neighbour
Under fire or in flood.I am your neighbourWhen your kid is sick,Needs a bottle of blood.I am your neighbourWhen goons attackAnd rob your golden chain.I am you neighbourWhen a gang teasesAnd threatens your women.But where had you beenAll these days?While I had been a bare footOn the burning ways? ?Not a cake!When hunger kills my…
The latent wishes of Heart-
colour of love on hearts.
Dreams treasured,
Over million agesCan’t turn into lyrics…Unsolved mysteries,dreams of myriad nightsMetamorphose into dreamsnever get cherished.Turn in stead to relics.This is a translation of the poemସଖୀ-03 (Sakhi_03) /Odia PoembySubhas Chandra Chakra
A cloak of incandescent twilight
Hallucinations conjure your limbless forms.
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 ।।
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Sing with it
Like a tiny kid
Thrilling.
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ଆଜି ତମେ
ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ସତେ ଅବାଦେହ ମୋର ଅଛି ଏଠିତୁମକୁ ଛୁଉଁଛି!ମନ କେଉଁ ଅଜଣା ଥାନରେତୁମକୁ ଖୋଜୁଛି –ପ୍ରାଣ ଥିବା ଦେହ ଇଲାକା ରେନିଷ୍ପ୍ରାଣ, ଦୂର ରେ ଥିବାପାହାଡ଼ କୋଳରେ! !
Again you came
Intimate desires and passionsNodded to my urgesAffirmed to my longings within.A path into the unknownLonely, yet crowded with memoriesInvisible, still akin to my heartNostalgic, but yet to rediscoverablazewith thy holy presence.Anticipated earlier althoughLove for the untouched wouldIndulge my whole essence in, andNever would my soul, invoke thisAntimatter for the universe I dwell.All that I had…
You are my teacher
When my tiny footsteps tumbled.
ତମ କଥା ଭାବି ଭାବି
ଆଖି ଆଗେ ରଖି ତମସଜ ପ୍ରତିଚ୍ଛବି-ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେ ଭିଜିମନ ଓଦା ହେଲା,ସ୍ମୃତି ର ଗାଲିଚା ଭର୍ତ୍ତିନୀଳ ତୁମ ଛବି ।ଆଜି ରାତି ସାରା ତମେସପନେ ଆସିବ,ମୋ ଅତୀତ ଦୁନିଆ ରକବର ଗଢିବ,ଯନ୍ତ୍ରଣାକ୍ତ ସ୍ମୃତି ସିକ୍ତଅତୀତ ର ଦେହ,ଲୁଚି ଯିବ ସେ କବରେଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ କୋହ ।।ତମ ହାତେ ପୋତା ଏଇକବର ଭିତରେଫିଙ୍ଗି ଦେବି ଯେତେ ସବୁଜ୍ୱାଳା ମୋ ଅନ୍ତରେତମ ନୀଳ ପରଶ ରେଏ କବର ତଳୁ,ଜନ୍ମ ନେବ ନୂଆ ସ୍ୱପ୍ନଜୀର୍ଣ ମାଟି ତଳୁ ।।
Again I repeat,
in publicI did not commita crimeby making medifferentfrom highly rated,highly publicized,highly talked ofpeople likea Kasab,a Ram Rahim,a Sarathi,an Asharam,but instead liveda lifeof a common man,feeling hunger and thirst,feeling happy and sad,did many things ordinary,shouting, laughing,crying, quarreling,asking when I neededanything missing-Am I immune to theLaws of this Land?
You call me
When there is an election-Just at your door.In all other days of the yearsYou liveWhere you had been,But I am no more seen.
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Lit it up
With moonshine of sacrifices
Glowing.
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War is a dark chalk that strikes
Written on human mind.
Apes are the primates
Of life on the trees.
Broken heart keeps on breaking,
Shards of time and space.
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…
A surge in the Ocean
Valentines in a lonely island.
A handful of dreams and desires
In the lyrics of the bees.
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Poured on grave
Brings life back Earth.
Rejuvenating.
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A night of dreadful cold
No horse to ride onNo jacket to cover-the bare skin shiversno blanket togo miles before sleep,Myriad Frostsweep their fateUnder the smoghorizons shrinkto things miniatureHunger, Shelter and Clothes.Inches become unthinkable,miles to go-sounds ridiculous.
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 ।।
To err is human,
To force is human,to prevail is divine.To stick to is human,to detach is divine.To flee is human,to fly is divine.To relate to is human,to assume is divine.To twist is human,to restore is divine.To break is human,to make is divine.To detest is human,to love is divine.To think is human,to reflect is divine.To feel is human,to fill…
The tragic cry of a lost soul
A mischievous shadow dreads morbidity.
You were my teacher
When I started to explore.
I know you love many things,
Large, Broad, wide, vast,Diverse, smooth and sublime.Like every lifeYou also need a spaceBoundless,like the vast expansesOf the boundless skyover the desertIn the moonlit night.In my heart,A desert without youThere is butVastness of sand,loftiness of cloud,Pervasiveness of wind,Boundless earth,Wideness of vision andFickleness of mist.The house you needTo accommodate you,Whole of your desires, andAll of your pains…
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Of vermilion paint
On widow’s deserted forehead.
Humming-song.
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Apes are Authors
Than their readers.
‘n’ stands for number-
It is democracy in disguise.
Once upon a time,
It sang about a Superb queen,Who had no king, great or mean!Years passed like monthsAndmonths like weeks,She had her fire fade,The last desire to wed.Often she felt like a Goddess,Sent here on Earth as Empress,Born to enjoy and frame the rules,For all except her were but fools.All She had was but the Throne,Although powerful, She…
I want to live
another century moretillAll water in Gangahave flown downthe bay of Bengalwith all the bloodclotted on the veinsof nymph politiciansand looters of the moneythat belong to my fellow men.I am impatient to seethat day dawnon my lovely landalthough I knowit would take longerthan it is expected,may be three or fourdecades will be gonebefore that Sunrises in…
Love is not a raw emotion,
It is an eternal streamof truth divine, taking a form.The stories of conjugation,and those of the Couples-who descended down this Earthlike short lived bubbles.Love is not the stories thatwarm the vessels of desirefilled with crystals of lustand fluids of dark urged flair.Love is a rhyme sung by a heartin the lyrics of the eternal soulunder…
ନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷର ର
ତୁମ ଅନ୍ତର ର କଥା,ମୋ ଛାତି କାଗଜେଲେଖି ଦେଇଥିଲଆମ ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ଗାଥା ।।ଆଖି ରେ ଆଖିରେକହୁଥିଲ କଥାଅନ୍ତର ଗୋପନ ବାର୍ତ୍ତା-ଆଜି ତୁମ ବିନାପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ଭରାମଶାଣି ର ନୀରବତା ।।
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Fill it up
With Suns of hopes
Aspiring.
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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!
Desire in me to be
Is green in colour
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…
Then there was
The homo sapiens,Who made all the differences.They turned me theirsTheir home in thecavesThe weapons in their handsThe Gods and DemonsShrines andtemples andPillars in the GraveyardThey made me their tool-The tools of survivalThe tools of revivalThe tools of war and peaceThe tools of love and worship.I paved the ways forTrades and Traditions,Fairs and Celebrations,Rituals and Practices,Affairs…
କେବେ ତମେ ବଡ଼ ହେବ,
ମୋ ଓଠ ଶବ୍ଦରେ?କେବେ ତମେ ବଡ଼ ହୋଇଯିବ? ?ନ ପଚାରି, ମନ କଥାସିଧା ସିଧାବୁଝି ନେଇଯିବ,ଆଉ କେବେ ପୁଣି‘କାହାକୁ ରାଗିଥିଲ କି ‘ ବୋଲିପଚାରିବ ନାହିଁ,ମନ ବୁଝି କାମ କରିଯିବ? ?
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…
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Of hopes, desires-dreams
On deserts of blind.
Revivifying.
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A little water in pond
But everyone’sdream is precious.
ଆଉ ଥରେ ଆଣିଦେଲ
ମୋ ଅନ୍ତର ଉପତ୍ୟକାକୋହ ର ପ୍ଲାବନ ।ତମେ ଖୋଲି ଦେଲ ପୁଣି-ଅତୀତ ଝରକା,ମୋ ମଶାଣୀ ମଧୁଶଯ୍ୟାକାହାଣୀ ର ଧକ୍କା ।।ତମ ଆଖି ଚାହାଣୀ ରନୀଳ ନିଆଁ ଧାସଜଳାଏ ମୋ ମନ ତଳ,ନିଃଶ୍ୱାସ, ବିଶ୍ୱାସ ।।ତମ ଠାରୁ ଦୂରତା ମୋଶ୍ୱାସ ରୋଧ କରେ,ଥାଅ ଯେତେ ପାଶେ ଅବାଥାଅ କାହିଁ ଦୂରେ ।।
Quite flows
Peace seeks its placeIn the space infinite,Only the game of numbersContinues sinceTime immemorial.
A rainbow of day dreams-
A bloody screenshot of empowerment.
Portrait of my teen days,
Image of holiness in herYouth of my longing heart,Achievements of my soulNozzle of my flawless emotions,Kite of my passionate beingAre all embedded into one, that is you.You came into my book-On my timeline,Unprecedented, as a chapter,However length you’d assumeAnd Whatever theme you’d portrayVampires tales or of Divine thoughts,Every Character has to add glory.My petals of…
ଆସ ଏବେ ମୋ ଜୀବନେ
ଦେହେ ମନେ ପ୍ରାଣେ ।ଆମ ଦୁଇ ମନ ଏବେଏକ ମନ ହେଉ,ସପନର ଓଦା ଭୂଇଁନେଉ ଏକ ରଙ୍ଗ,ସବୁ କିଛି, ଜୀବନ ରସାତ ରଙ୍ଗ ସୁରେ-ଦାଗ ଯେତେ, ଦୁଃଖ ଯାତନା ରବେପଥୁ ର ନୀଳିମା ରେଯାଇ ଲିଭି ଲିଭି,ଫଳେ, ଫୁଲେ, ଭରିଯାଉଦୁନିଆ ଆମର,ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ନୀଳ ଯଜ୍ଞ ବେଦୀ,ସାତ ରଙ୍ଗୀ ପତାକା ରଆଖି ଆକାଶ ରେଭାସୁଥାଉ ସୁଖ ନୀଳ ମେଘ ।।
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Grow it up
With lattices of faith
Rapturous.
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Kaash aap
mujhe dekh paateJan bhi paatemein hoon kya,mein hoon kaun,hoon ya nehin,kaash aap mujhesun paatedekh paatesamajh paateYe duniyaPata nehin kya se kya ho jataMere liyeAap ke liyeHumare liyeHum sab ke liye.Subhas Chandra Chakra04.12.2017
Like a balloon love renders
Deeper the love, softer you become.
What love means to me?
A limbless grip, bindingPairs of distant souls together.A fragrant glue, stickingTo both the ends of the world.A silent path, bridgingThe gaps of loving hearts.And a crime, killingEvery probable existence of hatred anywhere!
Love
Enjoyed, not played,On unseen grounds, hearts,Spontaneous.
Love
Written on lipsBlue with life’s waitingReuniting.
Ask me dear or not
My heart is your home.
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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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A great painting keeps its beauty,
A great book stays under cover,A great poem speaks to you,But it’s we, the proud and prejudice,That have so much to regret,Who never know how good we have it,Till it’s time to go to rest.
In Poetry
Become wordsWords becomeFire,Fire becomesLove and desireBegging,To be heard.
Give me a pen
Piece of paper,I will tryTo give back,As literary lover,Much more,Than I’ve takenSimply loving,Poetry’s,Living act,In the theaterOf wordsThat so expressFeelings,Better than allOther thingsEver heard.
The Importance of Nothing,
Yet, amazingly often,The Truth remains veiled.
A Pessimist is
That things can only get worse,And if they don’t,He is Not,Pleasantly surprised!
You just can’t fake it,
It has to speak,Universally,Of human Spirituality,And reach the heart,And reach the sky,And sail the sea,And never die.
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Not always apparent,
Not always found,
For sometimes it’s too deeply buried,
In the ground.
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Very few poems are happy,
Very few poets are happy,That’s why on poems they feast.
Easily depressed,
Poet, writes his song,Hoping to progress,Put his mind at rest,Maybe, sometimes,Even solving, just a bit,Of what is wrong,With a poetic caress.
Deluge yourself with Learning,
The magic of their blessings,Will make the Spirit grow,And You will flower,And become a Person,That you will Love to know.
Life is made
And so much that escapes us,Each person, a secret world of his own,But no one has the right to break us.
Fantasy
Where wouldYou rather be?I couldn’t chooseAnd that isWhy,It seems to meI tryTo write,What someMight call,A sort ofPoetry…AlwaysFloatingBetween,Two Seas.
Corruption, Corruption,
All that is honest,Truthful and sweet.
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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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Poetry opens doors to the traveling Wind,
Thoughts that have been spun within,Like the dancing leaves of an Autumn day.
The One I love,
Cherries in Summer,In Winter, Wheat.The One I love,Does not know it yet,And that is because,We have never met.In the coming Future,When love will be,What love has to be,The Flowers will blossom,Giving fruit to the tree,The true rebirth,Sought incessantly.
Spinners and Sinners,
They never think,What they do is wrong,Truth is a myth that doesn’t exist,Evil a tool high up on their list,They happily drink, together they toastThe fools that they’ve fooled,And swindled, the most.
Swimming in the mud,
Dirty,21st century clad,A pool of idiots screaming,Wolf!But acting like swine,And We?Pickles in brine,With no crunch left,Cowards!Drowning in vinegar and salt,As insults fly,As Dreams and Country die,Need we ask, Why?
Those who want to destroy us,
Those who are treacherously against us,In our Country and those you cannot see,Now, Hear me!This is the United States of America,The land of builders, of creativity,The land of the fighting free,Where one can still,Breath freedom, humanly,Like no other you have flowered,Like no other you let Be,The dreams, sweat and tears,Of great opportunity,We have an obligation,Freedom…
Poets dream,
A cloudless day,A starry night,We are content,With Love’s delight,A kiss for you,A kiss for me,And a Romantic Fantasy.
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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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I Sing For Him
I sing for the Maker of the flowerWho makes it so beautiful, fragrant and pure,I sing for the Maker of the fruitWho makes it so necessary, nutritious food,I sing for that Great FairWho makes beings suitable pair after pair,I, in and out, sing for WhomOn Whose favors this I am,I sing for the Creator of…
H-elp them in time
L-ook behindP-erishes crying.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
Murmur
RiverWhen flowsThrough hills, plains, fields, village,Then to the seas ever.AboutRARe 2nd Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Jeem
Meem,Neem,Four stars in oneGalaxy home.
Locker
GoldSold;Be awareIn bank gold keeper.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 18 July, 2018
Tang Shi was poet
He wrote well verses.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 31 December,2017
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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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With Love And Care – 47
With love and careIn family I see allNobody can claim moreI face no trouble.
Four footed
No thoughtNo account.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │21 January,2018
RARe Stanza – Same Feelings
YouFeelWeFeelSame feelings haveAll humans too.
In society, live an elephant and an ant
They should learn unityDisparity is cured in unityAs disparity fears of unitySo unity comes, goes disparity.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
I am a tree standing free
Supplying fruitAnd necessary elementsWith the muse of serving mankindAnd other animals.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/09/2017
Mustard plants produce mustard seeds
Mustard oil is very useful for healthSo people all over the world like and use it;It has the most spectacle sight is mustard fieldIn my country it is a winter cropsFarmers get their fields ready for mustard cultivationNearly the last of spring,It is the crops of early and mid winter,When mists, fogs, dew drops fall…
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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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Drinking pure water
We are now suffererFrom pollution the most.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza |3/7/2017
Your Democracy
Then some say, ‘Decisions will be madeWith the money from corruptions,Why thought?With the power of muscles,Listen! listen! !With the power of weaponsNo problem, no problemHey, hey, hey, hey, hey! ‘The cheap rooms of treacheryUnder some fool and corrupted guysWith poisoned, rotten democracyAnd open alcoholic hypocrisy;Here and there lots of noises,The evil force continuesSome call or…
Ghosts are many in the stories
Yet children are afraid of thoseCry at night dreams sometimes.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │29 January,2018
Up
SelfCountYour state will be,Start future walk.
So grave abusing of power and doing partiality!
And can be blood thirsty;Any less abusing of power and doing partialityOne can’t be good citizen and patriot loving countrySays all these one does nourish hypocrisy.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 19 August, 2018
The Dire Crime
Who is the sinner?Who is its victim?What will be later?What a dire crime!Still its eyelidsHaven’t opened,Still it has notSeen the world,Still it hasn’t madeIts first sound,Still it hasn’t suckedIts mom’s breast.
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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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RARe Stanza – The Curses Of War
FightTight,DeathRate,Destruction riseHigh, undescribed.
My One Line Poem In Verse Paragraph
Be my one line poem full of nectar for all readers and wishers will collect nectar to share with all other with joy and pleasure.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza| 5 December,2017
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
Excellence
ExistenceIs common.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 13 November,2017
Mind, don’t hurt a heart
Love thatAnd take the truth;But, you loveLegally and trulyIt is not toughAnd be loved really;Mind, be loverEven loving a cat,And earn honorEven honoring your servant;Mind, hate all wrong doings, sinsBut not wrong doers, sinners;Coz, God still lets them to be survivalYou better bring them under trial;Mind, avoid whatCauses chaos, corrupts you even a point,And accept…
RARe 2nd Stanza – Life And Duties
ForgetThat pains,But mindThat saves;In short life we can’t doAll though are important.
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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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Sadness – 4
Anyway, it has spreadEvery day, for itSeems hundredsAre sadly dead.
The far hills once all of us did call
So there went our members allWhat all the hills are with precious golds!Of plants, creepers, rocks, creaturesAnd a lot of features singFor One God’s appreciations, hymn.About Reza Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –7 lines poem ─Syllables meter: 9-8-7-9-8-7-9.Rhyme…
By your land I reside
I lay egg and rear kidProtector is my God,I have no a thoughtI am your familiar bird.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 17 November,2017
.(The Great Secret – Heroic Couplet)
Suggesting dreadful wrongs they would commit,With atrociously shedding blood,But Allah created,Declaring the true fact thatHe knows they do not know what.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │18 March,2018
This world
Short oneLong one,You do only for thisI always do for that.AboutRARe 2nd Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Conscience needs value from rational aspects
And the conscious should do their bestIn belief, behavior and mannersAvoiding the thinking of primitive humans living in wildernessBeing in civilizations and getting human status.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/03/2017
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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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Bring me all of your dreams,
Bring me all yourHeart melodiesThat I may wrap themIn a blue cloud-clothAway from the too-rough fingersOf the world.
I would liken you
Were it not for your eyes.I would liken youTo a sleep without dreamsWere it not for your songs.
I dream a world where man
Where love will bless the earthAnd peace its paths adornI dream a world where allWill know sweet freedom’s way,Where greed no longer saps the soulNor avarice blights our day.A world I dream where black or white,Whatever race you be,Will share the bounties of the earthAnd every man is free,Where wretchedness will hang its headAnd joy,…
She,
Found lightBrighter than many ever see.She,Within herself,Found loveliness,Through the soul’s own mastery.And now the world receivesFrom her dower:The message of the strengthOf inner power.
I’ve known rivers:
flow of human blood in human veins.My soul has grown deep like the rivers.I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincolnwent down to…
My old mule,
He’s been a mule so longHe’s forgotten about his race.I’m like that old mule —Black — and don’t give a damn!You got to take meLike I am.
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by design…
self immoliations
by candle light.
intimate Gethsemenes,
crosses that smell familiar.
bodies left silent
by unmarked roads.
small furry animals
killed by cars in the night.
yet i stand by your window,
with unrestrained eyes…
hands opening and closing,
drool on my chin.
watching you sweep the floor,
of any last trace.
naming the demons
that stole the night!
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i have no need of religious balm,
i do not close my eyes when i sleep,i do not falter, i do not follow.the path i walk is mine alone,the light i seek bears my name.the burden i carry is mine by choice,the cost of living is this life.yet the freedom i long for must be shared,the part feeds the whole, the hand…
the trucker went on speaking:
the old people.they dont draw enough to live on,cant pay for their medicines, therent, the lights, and still buy food.and their kids are scattered, or soclose to the edge trying to raise theirfamilies, to just survive, that theycant help…’‘yea, i was behind an old man in thegrocery store line the other night…just buying dog food,…
big black crows
everywhere i go….and this morning i heardthe trees whsipering,as we rode down the road……drifting clouds, and vacant buildings,people walking, heads bent down.children’s faces staring out frosted windows,old dog lying in the sun.shadows forming faces,then dissolving back to shadow…..memories hang like nails on the wall,that the Painter’s brush cant quite hide.the scent of perfume, wind devils…
i get so tired
about suffering….but everywhere i look,all around me,people are hurting….and try as i might,i cant close my eyes,cant shut my ears upto the sounds of need and want.and i cannot be silentas long as there’s one personwho is not free,one person whose rightshave been violated….one person who is hungry,one person who is homeless,one person sick who…
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!
the day i changed
that’s when the trouble began!why does it make people so madwhen you speak the truth?and why so uncomfortablewhen you admit your mistakes,take off your mask and stand naked,revealing that you’re human?and why the angerwhen you treat everyone the same?no favorites, no elite, no righteous!no political agenda, no religious fervor,no attempts to convert….no need to lead…
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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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The Goddess of Love is living among us,
But soon come judgement and,There will our nakedness be exposed!The sky is red for a fair weather today but,The narrow way is what you need;But many have taken the broad way.Through the cities and the villages,Strive to enter in at the narrow gate;For the Goddess of Love is living with us,And like the muse of…
To determine what is right and wrong,
And like the ethical beliefs in the land of your love.Compatible personalities,Positive moral character;You’ve killed him so bury him now.
Footprints and fingerprints,
And learn to wait for time.The evening lamps are lighted and,To dance upon the narrow walls;But the heaven is like earth without sin.Footprints and fingerprints,Let us visit the biggest cemetery in the world;And of moulded ships in bottles and shells,But let us learn to labour and to wait for time.Of plant related species and art…
The sea never dries!
The sea is never full! !Fleeting as a breath,The sun rises up from the east and goes down to the west;And the wind blows towards the south and turns around to the north,But the sea never dries!The sea nevr dries,So be a reliable person in the neighbourhood;And strive to make up the best out of…
Father and son on a horse,
For the kingdom is near and many are not prepared.Mother and daughter on a donkey,And of the joyful faces i do see around me;For you can abserve a lot by watching them,For Charny really knows what i am looking at.
The spirit of love,
And like a lady’s charm in the land of your muse!But unscathed were the winds around you.Conduits,Countries,Touches;With the global balance3 on the muse of your love,But a term of respect is now needed on this muse!
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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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Your shame is now being seen by all!
Because, you were caught last night sleeping with your friend’s husband.
My name is Carlisa and i live on an Island called Carlisa,
Come to me and my sweet apples will let you touch me.I am young and beautiful and my sweet apples are very nice!They are very succulent to eat and i will show you love;So you are invited to this Island of love,For i am 11 plus 11 years old and i will take you in.Let…
Bernhardt,
For i have learnt a lot from the book of lovers,And like the sweet coffee from Ethiopia.
I am the rose on your bed and the lily of your sweet valley,
So let me sit under the shadow of your wet love with my muse,Because you have the eyes of a dove and your beauty is beyond compare!You are very beautiful ans delightful my sweet one,For your perfume sent out its fragrance and it came and touched my heart!Oh fairest among women,Behold! You are very beautiful…
Walking through the rain with my umbrella,
And it is like the joy of things with my lover,But i am protected under this umbrella.
The carpenter encouraged the goldsmith,
And like the big tree next door,For the protected place of your love is coverd by my shadow.
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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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Here i am my love,
But the Mighty Diamonds are now laid down on your table.The Red Gate of love and the heavy load of your trailer,The moon invaders are here to stay;But your instant vibes will bless my muse.I know the streets like the holidays in the sun!And like the blues of this lady beside you;But, do you still…
To expose your nakedness and to express my love,
So i will do anything for my sweet Lutterbeck.
Withheld,
Recesses,Shadows,Comprehended! !Your love to me is better than sweet wine,And you will never walk alone.
Brin, let me feel you in my arms of love again;
For you are all that makes me feel real again!Oh my sweet love,Your heart is now stolen away by someone else;But, i will fight hard to get you back again.
Dull, hull, lull, pull, mull, cull, skull, bull!
But the tribesmen are now at war! !Inner parts and inner sides,The wind is too cold and your love is too hot!But your cats are too slow to meet up to my terms.
His breath kindles coal and his mouth shoot out flames,
But my ears have heard of you and now my eyes do see you!So try to fill my mouth with the laughter of your love.Glide by the boats of reeds and you came to me,For i am now considered guilty for loving you;But i am innocent to your love and of your muse,And like the…
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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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Blood pressure and the sign of infection,
But be mindful to your health my sweet Akiko.
Nestle, nestle, nestle!
I have no choice at all.Yes, you can kill the prophets but,You cannot kill the message!So do nestle up my tea and my nest like,The hopes and dreams that i have for you.Of the optical values of my love to you,To swing out the muse with love and care;Like the love that we share on…
I am called Teki so,
For he is very handsome,Even though he had impregnated my sister.This was all that we the family members wanted from the beginning,For this hamdsome man has done a lot for us all in this town;And i am are very pleased that he loves my sister.
I am the Pink Butterfly hanging around in your lovely garden,
Because i do have sweet words of love for you,And like the beauty of your aromatic garden of love.
I was a prisoner of war and i met your love,
So i am now searching and looking for you in the land of your muse;Because you were the only one who understood me for whom i was.
It can’ be true,
It can’t be peaceful,It can’t be absolute,But i do have you and you do have me too!All in the name of love to make this muse join us together.You are all that it needs to make it come true,For i am the way and the light on this love;So let us think wisely enough to…
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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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Footprints and fingerprints,
And learn to wait for time.The evening lamps are lighted and,To dance upon the narrow walls;But the heaven is like earth without sin.Footprints and fingerprints,Let us visit the biggest cemetery in the world;And of moulded ships in bottles and shells,But let us learn to labour and to wait for time.Of plant related species and art…
Armageddon-Arsenals!
Awesomeness,Terrible,And with price! !But the river enters up to the sea to form the ocean,And the Armageddon-Arsenals are all around us today.
You don’t love bathing so,
Alacritous,The gods do not go to toilet but human beings do;So try to train up your child to love bathing.
This world is really coming to an end,
And like a father and a son who fought over the pregnancy of a 17 year-old girl.Nanka my friend,I will like to send your more scripts of my research;But keep your love and keep the peace around us,Because my marriage is very important to me!
I am carried away captive because of your love!
Anbd i will always respect your lofty stronghold.I found you in the fields of the woods where,I met your sweet love waiting for a lover;But today i am carried away captive.
Joyous,
Lights,To stand up continually;But King Slomon gave the Queen Of Sheba all that she desired,And i am ready to lead you on like the gold of Ghana.Three down and three up,Blessed is the one who considers the poor ones;But your secret desire is now noted by my love,And i am ready to give you all…
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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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fight worth while on this good old earth
It isn’t the fight to increase your worthIn stocks and bonds and things to hold;It isn’t the fight for a higher place,For a meed of power for a little while,Or to finish first in the grinding raceAnd to bask in glory and pomp and style.The fight worth while is the fight to beUnfettered here by…
June is here, the month of roses, month of brides and month of bees,
Painting scenes of gorgeous splendor, canvases no man could brush,Changing scenes from early morning till the sunset’s crimson flush.June is here, the month of blossoms, month of roses white and red,Wet with dew and perfume-laden, nodding wheresoe’er we tread;Come the bees to gather honey, all the lazy afternoon;Flowers and lassies, men and meadows, love alike…
There is no music quite so sweet
Who never hears along the hallThe sound of tiny feet that fallUpon the floor so soft and lowAs eagerly they come or go,Has missed, no matter who he be,Life’s most inspiring symphony.There is a music of the spheresToo fine to ring in mortal ears,Yet not more delicate and sweetThan pattering of baby feet;Where’er I hear…
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…
Keep your dreams-they’re richer far
Do not seek all things to touch;Do not want to know too much.Growing old, still play the child;Keep some glory undefiled.What if clouds are mist and air?Still see ships sailing there.What would life be if we knewOnly those things which are true?If the things of bad and goodWere by all men understood.Nature’s hills and brooks…
The kids are out-of-doors once more;
The winter caps that covered earsAre put away, and no more tearsAre shed because they cannot goUntil they’re bundled up just so.No more she wonders when they’re goneIf they have put their rubbers on;No longer are they hourly toldTo guard themselves against a cold;Bareheaded now they romp and runWarmed only by the kindly sun.She’s put…
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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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He has not hands,
Oh, my God!If to ask, what to ask it now,My God?He has not,But I have the hands.
Never say you,
Never, never say you,Say you,Goodbye!Even if say youSadly or smilinglyAs none can say aboutThe path of lifeAnd I shall try my bestTo be back to you.Never, never say you,Say you, goodbye,Never, never, say you,Say you, goodbyeSadly or smilingly!
The train on the platform
With a luggage.
Time, will you docket my poems or not?
Or will be thrown away?Who will be the curator of the museum?
Where the colonialists
Where their slavesThey taking them away to?Who a racist, who an anti-racist?God knows who is what and in what formAnd with what vested interests?How long will this vandalism continue?Who the hooligans are?
Is it a criticism
And the critic too a surveyor?
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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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The day ends and collecting scattered sunlight,
Whispers of love I listen to in a red rose lightParting day kisses evening for a night romance.I see a lonely star and it’s not yet brightLooks like a teen aged gal, at a glanceLet me see the hidden moon with its moonlightWill you come at the doors give me a chanceTo see, where you…
Don’t leave me alone,
In the hot summersYou come too early not pleasant at all,Even if I open my eyes, you don’t look into it,And the pleasure you give through your hot warm rays,Erases all illusions of the cold long night,I don’t need a shining moon and twinkling stars,I don’t want to travel on a Milky Way,Do whatever you…
It speaks and telling a wonderful story,
It’s reflecting the beautiful old days,I can understand what their smile says,We, Dickie and Ivy Durham are leaving behind,A model that in love a couple should be blind,A model that in love one should be deaf and dumb,Neither husband under thumb nor wife under thumb,I know what they wrote with their tranquil smiles,Their love story…
With due respect, I am still thinking,
you might have defined life very well,you might have defined time very well.sorry to say, I don’t agree,you teach me Philosophy,you teach me Ethics,you teach me Logic,but I am busy in learning Human Psychology,you are promoting a philosophy,eat, drink and be merry.You say today is real,tomorrow is virtual,may or may not come.So suck all the…
I, a poet having no recognition and no worth,
That, your love, I see in your creature, is my only wealth.That, my thirsty eyes, off course the both,The right on my lovely charming friends,And the left on those who are not my friends,Shall remain concentrated on a point of love,And the point is situated in the heart of a lover,Whereat I see your image…
It’s Delhi and the year is 1857.
the British army sieges the innand leaves no way for the fighters to escape.The fighters know even if they unconditionally surrender,they are to be treated like mutineers,and they will be hanged on the trees by neck till death.The only option open for them is to fight till death.They come out of the inn and fight…
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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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Open your third eye and see
Over turning the ships of impureRushing in madly towards the shoreOut of fear I beg pardon of the wrongI have done for my gainWith tearful eyes I count the dotsOn the prizes which I have wonThat storm has gripped meThe fight has begunOver the good and badBetween virtue and sinThe ship is capsized in the…
By the rays of morning sun
Ocean does not have any role to mislead youYou are only to blameWith the rising black cloudsIf you are unable to apprehend a stormShores have no hands to overturn your boatIf you want to blame any one blame yourself.By inhaling the fuming redolence of smokeIf you are unable to trace the existence of fireNo fault…
A wave surreptitiously tells many a thing to a shore
A gust of wind whispers to heatCome with me I have many things to showI think I should not be left far behindAnd I am not a fool to sayThis is my turn and I have to say somethingRather, I ran off from my turns though many things I had to sayToday has come that…
Strange Fear
Like people grow the seed of weedI wish I could share with youAnd that would have been betterBut if I could not out of strange fearAnd that too would not be unfair eitherSo I keep it in the rucksack of cloudAnd wait silently till it burstsIn my cell have grown some valuable thoughtsLike people nurture…
If a dream
In a dreamYou get hurtIn your heartAs dream isThe driving forceOf your lifeWithout dreamSoul is deadLife is like a cloudWithout rainBody becomes a stemCut from a treeLies like a logIn a frosty fog.So, make sureThe body is not fedWith that of the soul which is dead.< br>dream dream dream dream dream dream dream dream dream…
Man is a living machine with emotions
With imaginary pain with imaginary happinessA fool a wiseSometimes clever sometimes ridiculousEverything for self and nothing for othersA self deceiver a self liarBelow awareness over consciousSometimes cool sometimes ferociousMad? Insane?Or is he in a self trap?May be or may not beBut, Oh Poetry! Bring him out! !LikeCommentSha
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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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In the earth nature is done full
Just in a wide wide oceanA single foam is floating,Nature is rearing him up with allBut his doings are in question,He has only made some knivesGun powder and poisonous pipesFor cutting, firing, burning,Killing, massacring, destroyingThough he is made greatest of allHe is doing worst natural down fall,He is seen a dire selfish in natureOnly enjoying…
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
You think of yourselves big
You do murder the weakIllegally, motivatedly intentTo charge all the innocentYou do destroy the peace,Tell me how are you big?Tell me how are you better than the criminals?Tell me how are you better than the terrorists?Tell me how are you better than all the worsts?You know your claimings and doings are not the sameOnly to…
Morning Shows The Day
With well initialWell initiativeSomething specialThere is going to be.
The Quest Of The Passenger
I am the passengerA suitable transport I’m looking forThrough the right road, without hesitationTo reach the destination;By a suitable transportThrough the direct road,I have heard about the only transportThat runs along the only road;That’s the suitable transport I desiredAnd that’s the right road I dreamtWhich I have quested for longNow, to me these two do…
Chaotic noise
I don’t choiceRather dislike.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 14 November,2017
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Hope
Twice;
And do from home
To state, enough.
About
RARe Stanza:
– – – – – – – – – –
6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │25 May,2018
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It is a river then
Origin to oceanLifelong flown,A history is doneOf each oneIn short or longBright or gloom,In winter or springRainy or autumnLoss or gainKnown or unknown,Oneday stops motionDries up lotionBe desert in designLine after line.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
The output is out of a lot of inventions living
Pervading the earth and air are circlingEnthused in insensitivity and blushless clash,And have stood in an open contrastEndeavouring him to mentally crushTo commit him first dead in those trashRaising a violent war around the global village;But he with his groupAnd every power are merely standing troopHiding the grave fault fighting to markStriving to subdue but…
Hey, Truth! Color me;
Make me one of your true members;Save me from being sunk intoThe depthless ocean of wrong and falsehoodThe depthless eternal hells of ruins.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │1 February,2018
Looking at the crystal clear spring
As it is young,It goes and runs wherever it likesAnd does whatever it likesAnd only dreams,Youth and beauty together bring prideChases and dodges practicalityAlways absent in mind,Old ages are very far of its sightDeath is so quite forgottenOnly sees parts bright,Once it saw a tiger caught up a hindTore it up to satisfy hungerBeing blood…
Anacreontic
On the universe,The vast natureFull of theInnumerableCreatures andObjects andThe whole creations,Among themThe relations,All these showLove and care,Depending onOne another,And helpingOne another;Human shouldLearn these allAnd practiseIn practical life,To avoid allThe chaosesIn the societyArise in timeAnd out of time.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │21 January,2018
Words Of Love – 2
UnwillinglyEvery body may wrongLikelyYou may also wrongTimelyMethinks, I’ll pardon.
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In a never ending
Embrace,
Full of beauty
Full of grace,
That nothing
Can replace.
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Not a joke,
A harness,Around our minds,Around our necks.Politics,Leaky wicks,Gum sticksToothpicks,And candle wicks,Which will burn us faster?Nobody knows,But on the whole,All five are a disaster!
The Miracle of Art,
How man can kill so muchAnd then rebound!
Beauty,
Of the beholder,But in those, bolderThat see in Her,Inspired clarity,Spirituality’sUndying Love.
The Devil never dies,
Especially in government,Where Red Hot are his lies.The Devil never sleeps,Into our dreams he creeps,The world goes Red,He laughs and spreads,His deadly dance around,As Evil he does crown.
Every coin has two faces,
As in Governments,Nothing rare,One side of the coin isFor public consumption,The other, for whenNobody’s there.
The loneliest
When you’re born,From yourMother’s cocoon,Torn.
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The immaculate conception
Of Rose and its thorn.
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There are Loves that you remember,
But nothing is forever,Things, just never seem to stay,Happiness is a feather,So often blown away.
It’s so unfair, isn’t it?
So many times are put aside,Not understood, told to beware,And said to be unfit,To guide, to give, to shareWhile demons in waitingWith forked tongue,Are allowed to skin us, bare.
Dreams are made
Of love that never,ComesOf trembling leavesAnd mortal fearsWhere even TimeSuccumbs.We can’t controlEven our dreamsAs much as we wouldLike,Or even knowAnd comprehendThe message said,That night,When all was darkAnd all light fled,For love had reallyDied,Except in dreamsWould LoveCome back to Life,But what was realIs what you feltWhen in your dreams,You cried,Those stolen dreamsThat well it seemsWere never…
Concentrated thoughts and feeling,
Or reach the ceiling,Poetry is the door,That when opened,Always offers,More and more.
Everything has a purpose,
Where then does poetry go?Straight to the heart,As far as we know,After that,It becomes inner light,Holding onto feelings,So very tight.
In our children,
Probably,That is why,Teach them well,In goodness, beauty and morality,(If they still exist)So that your spirit,Leaves some perfumed sails behind,That will cross the seas of Time,With good Teachings,That are sage, just and kind.
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So easily, lost,
So painful to resign,
But always special,
And one of a Kind.
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Love, resurrection for the soul,
A hand held with grace,Can and says it All.
Limitless feeling,
Reaching hands, never concealingWhat they know and will have known,Poets have no dome.
True Love
Can never go astray,It is fulfillment from above,That sweetly,Lights the wayTo happiness,Long sought, conceivedIn feelings that secure,That never fail, obscureYour heart, your soul,True Love, miracle pureYou then posses,The treasure chest,Of life, the giftIn one caress.
Secrets of the Soul,
Deeply aloneThe secret tonesThat hold the keyOf what a person isAnd wants to be.Secrets of my soulThey were not, just for meI did so want to share them,But never foundThat kindred soul,Except, in Poetry.
Feelings, Emotions,
But they in no way say,How deeply you care!For Love is a feeling,So hard to express,Most poets have tried it,With little success.
A unique, heart reaching Poem,
But you can’t tool It,Because It’s writtenBy your Soul.
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On a single stem,
One Life, One Love,
Together,
No one dare, ever,
Separate, Them
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Only One,
So old and yet so young,Out of our deepest feelingsYou are spun,A singing birdThat flies,From soul to soulSo that Love and Hope,Are never done.
To forget oneself in another,
Real Love, cannot go farther.
Creator of moods,
Deep secrets,The naked SoulLooks no further,And into the armsOf Poetry, unfoldsFinally FindingIts perfect abode.
When you see,
In the human being,The treacherous duplicityThat assaults you,And othersBut that they hideBehind masks,Of treacherous political tideYou want to run away!Call it quits,Lock all doors,Whisper, HideLook for a dark roomIn which to slide,And give up the ride.But then! You realizeThat there is still PoetryAnd you run to the windowTo let in the light,To hold hands with…
The Love that saves, the Love that kills
The Love that’s true, only to You,That is the one that must get through.
Please,
Oh God!Creator,Of Heaven and EarthSo that we see notThe End of Days!Save us, Help us,Remove the EvilThat tries to killAll love, all birthOf truth, good feelingsThat must come backOur way, and stay.
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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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What good is living?
We don’t want to give up,LIFE,Until our last breath,We are seeking,The reason, why we cling to life,The reason, why we ARE.
Poetry,
Another placeGenerally,Full of Love,Beauty and Grace.
What is inspiration?
That permeates you thru and thru,Taking you someplace grand and new,That turns you over with its wingsA first time song that sweetly sings,Making you feel so many things,That you had never felt before,A whole new world, an open door.
He thinks he wrote,
But all he did was to engage,In arrogant controversy,Thinking that god,One day he’d be,But could not hideHis false identity.
Follow the Lies
To the Truth,When they becomeSo uncouthSo on mud’s sideSo blatantly absurdThey can’t evenBe said, understoodOr heard.And then,Lies will fallBy their own weightAs they presentA most absurdState of affairs,Letting true democracyServe the people,Accions will speakLouder than wordsWith truth and factsThat nobody dare hide!
Everything that lives,
Has Rights.Yet, we respect nothing,As we allow things to happen,That annihilate the life of others,Instead of being sisters and brothers,Respecting our differences,Trying to do right,Rule thru kindness,Not thru fright!Alas!it never seems to work out,Does it?Sooner rather than later,Some political transitionCalling itself,A champion of democracy,Comes along, abusing others,Trying to usurp their human rights.But don’t give up.Maybe…
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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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So strong, so deep, so ours,
Surrounding warmth that showers,More happiness,Than all of Life’s short hours.
Illusions,
That may haunt a life,Forever and a day,Dreams that follow,And never go away,Praying to become Alive,Maybe, Someday.
Every tree grows differently,
Every person is a World,From the smallest to the tallest,Who are we to judge what others,Do or feel, as if absurd?Respect the Liberty,Of our individuality,That makes us be a Person,Not just a thing you see.
About Poets,
That most,Cannot writeAbout thingsThey don’t believe inOr even feelIn a very strong way.Poetry is the sincerestForm of expression,Maybe, the very first,That tried to portrayLove,In a written way,As glorious lightFound,And dearest possession.
Bing, bang, boom,
Pen or pencilBig commotion,A poem from the heart,Ready to zoom,It may be fair,It may be good,But most of all,Should be understood.
You learn too late
Why is manThe only animalThat keeps hittingHis head, againstThe same wall?Goodness, fakesAnd hardly everLearns,From his Mistakes?
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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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Do birds know why they fly?
Do tears know why they cry?Do we know what we think we know?Maybe it’s all just an illusion,That never tells us, what is so.
When I think of you,
My imagination flies,My pulse is agitatedMy expectations rise,And I have hopesThat what never was,Could one day be!And I’m carried away,Nautically, lovinglyBy a sea of dreamsThat fit me well,And fulfill,My everlasting,Dreams of fantasy.
A promise,
Once was:Never, to leave me,To be left,Without youIn the emptinessOf the Past.But promise, not kept!Life, Death, DestinyWas strongerThan the two of us,Now,Missing you alwaysWith the tearsOf remembranceAll over my heartBeing now,The only thingI’ve got to hold on toWhich really hurts, a lot.
As all light begins to dwindle
You realize, much too lateThe time you’ve lost,Will not returnAnd no longer can you pick,Because time wasted,Cannot be recoveredNor make,Anything positiveStick.
Dogs save, man kills,
That’s how we say it,No frills.
I live, I think, I speak,
Trying to alleviate,The anger, the heat,The desperation,The disenchantmentThat in me,Gnawingly, accumulatesAs I look thru History,As I navigate thru LifeWith an open mind,And after all this timeNo Answers, yet…..
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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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You could fill my inner soul,
In fact you already have,But you’ll never know it,It doesn’t matter,Maybe,There are other lives to live,Where Dreams don’t shatter…..
I am convinced,
Touches Great Poets,As the hand writes,The heart feels,All the delights,All the hurts,That ever were,And from some unknown zone,A new life is born,Out of happiness or despair.
The Twisters and Turners,
How they Lie while they speak!They fake All they can,To fool, is their plan,Spinning for Profit and Power,Magnanimously, all of us they shower,With Dirty, Dishonest feats,They are obviously, Masters of Deceit,Dishonesty is their best policy,And yet, no change with time,Even boulder they get in Crime,Strangely enough, hailed by fools,That thru this sea of horrors,Happily sail,…
Know
DreamRead Poetry,Absorb its secret nectarIts long lasting unraveledWealth,And a KingdomOf beatitude,Supreme blessednessAnd exaltationWill open for youAll by itself,Without any hesitation,Encompassing,A whole New WorldOf deep and differentUnforgettable, sensations.
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…
It doesn’t take much to write a poem
Nice words togetherPoets’, poems, are,Not so fast!For poems,To be unforgettable,Heaven and Earth,Must come togetherCreating in youThe magic feelingOf a newborn Star.
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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 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.
In order to fight,
I always return to Poetry,It’s my psychiatric Oasis,The best of friendsThat will ever be,A very good form of therapy.
I have never seen such hate
Today!The ‘Teachers from Hell’Are at it again,Everyday!And I must say:‘You lousy, no good creeps,You’re not fighting for justice,Equality or to make lives better’All you want is power and controlNo matter what you destroy,Or burn up as coal.You want to prevent us from getting aheadThat only to you, we should bow,Our brainwashed and drained heads!So wake…
Affection,
And all that is nice,I love the projectionI feel in your eyes,So tender and lovingConsiderably, sweetMaybe someday,You and ICan finally meet…
Memories turn into blue shadows,
As time goes by, thoughts entangle and wane,Even Umbrellas stop Singing in the Rain!
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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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Man’s eternal problem,
Or not thinking at all,Think about it.
Oh, the things that People dream,
We are enigmatic creatures,Will we ever understand anything?Today,Someday,EVER?
Once we are totally robotized,
Will evil still persist,Will Poetry be criminalized?As being too personalized,By that free, ‘subversive’ twist.
Clouds are weird formations,
Sometimes like cities in the Sky,They just float by,Other times from white to gray,They let the Tempest, rain away,Always entertaining,Never dull, never returning,In same shape or form,For the Way of Clouds,There is no norm.
Since I can’t stare
Where loveMagnifies,I stare into SadnessItself,Knowing that helpWill never come,And that lifeWithout youWill burn out,All by itself.
All good actors
For they’re able,To make you believeWhat isn’t true, is true,Who they are, but aren’t,Believe you me,Playing an eternal game of‘I can fool you constantly’,For centuries such trickery,As far back, as we can see.This world is madeOf fools like you and I,But only crooks can get to putMud in your eye,The game of politics, a trap,They…
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Apart,
From all the rest
Of creation,
Don’t betray it!
Don’t forget it!
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Come bare your Soul,
Is all you have to write,Then you’ll be cleansed,Of all offense,And Life will feel alright.
Poetry, Poesia,
Love you?In my darkest hoursFriend and lover,In my saddest momentsConsolation,In your wordsAnd feelings,All the love,All the vibrationsOf Life,In mystic adoration.
What is Beauty?
In my candid opinion,Spiritual miracles,Inexplicable feelingsDeep, way insideThat give youSuch pleasure,You want to relive themOver and Over and OverAgain!Before you dieYou want to feel themEvery second of your life,ForLove is BeautyAndBeauty is Love.They belong together,Of that there’s no doubt.
You write,
For life?Probably,But in a much moreHumane wayThan the branding iron’sScarlet letter.Poetry in the poetLeaves its markNot escapable,Only, writableOften you may writeA poem, simply by feelHaving joyous, appealFulfilling you,Mellifluously, entirelyFascinating, words appearLike magic doves,Flying from magician’s hatYour poem sings melodically,Euphorically,Maybe claiming other soulsThat want to see, to feelWhat you see and giveAs the doors to dreams…
I know nothing about,
Of classical music,Nor am I able to read notes,A language, I will never quote,All I know is that whenI hear some heavenly melody,Love and eternity speak to me.
Concisely said,
Images wed,Feelings fed.
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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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When certain words and thoughts break Reason,
There’s an Explosion and a lesion,That cuts right thru an unknown zone,These are the great Poetic Visions,The sounding paintings, Metaphors,And words that cross just every Season,And leave you richer than before.
Every poem
In minds and hearts,Hoping love,And fertile thinkingWill make us grow,Closer togetherCultivating,Love and feelings,Vocal languageOf the Arts.
Inner lamps,
Have carried usSo far!So why have weNot dropped,Our ancient poisonsOn the way?And no matterWhat is done or taughtKeep, carrying onIn such inhumanAnd destructive ways?Not too proud a storyOf abuses, crime,No glory.
I know how sad you are!
I can feel it in the DistanceFeelings, that now overwhelm me.Distance, Destiny, Despair,No my Love, Life isn’t Fair!
A love so deep
But to no logic did it heel,It lingered there,With none to spareIn cherished careWith every fault eluded.For true love sees no faultsOf the beloved’s inner notes,All is a perfect melody,As far as heart and soul can see.
What is Beauty?
In my candid opinion,Spiritual miracles,Inexplicable feelingsDeep, way insideThat give youSuch pleasure,You want to relive themOver and Over and OverAgain!Before you dieYou want to feel themEvery second of your life,ForLove is BeautyAndBeauty is Love.They belong together,Of that there’s no doubt.
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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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I can’t forget you,
I try.I will never be preparedFor that final,Goodbye.Love is a specialTyrant,And I can’t evenExplain, Why.
Miami has a pickle smell,
You enter in a restaurant,And eat and eat all that you want.And there is herring too, you know,So white that it resembles snow,‘Light Bagels’ with some cream and lox,That even would please Mr. Fox.Miami how I love your name,I come and go, you are the same,Maybe a new hotel or two,But that won’t change my…
Lost in, Time
Past, Prime and Present,Seem so long ago.Merely above waterHoping not to drown,Sorrows that slaughterWhen hope is not foundCircle around me,At lonely door pound,Sounds from the pastThat painfully rebound,In emptiness and sadness,In love, that Time has drowned.
Are the heart and mind connected?
Without the sage and thoughtful,Guidance of the mind,The heart might never know,Where it has to go.
With my finger on the screen,
What a wonderful machine!Greatest friend, I’ve ever seen.
Corruption leaves no choice,
Both feet in the fire,Reputation smear,We are facing an election,As never been seen before,Two candidates for the Presidency,That you can ask yourself, ‘What for? ‘,No decency, honor left,We have fallen to incredible frights!Now, as we turn off the lights,It’s time for Shame to close the door,Before, we call it a night.
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I and he,
My Dog,
Sandy.
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When Love is missing
Loneliness in Life can be,The saddest, darkest,Empty space….
What would we be without Art?
Fall apart,Searching for a new start,Our sensitivity would be missing,How would we be able to cope?With the pain of being artistically empty,Almost living without any hope,Only Art makes us live fully,Only Art.From the Caves to Space,Art is our gifted grace,Shared, democratically,The best side of the human race.
Our immortality is in our genes,
And then teach, teach, teach,Love, charity, respect, clarity,To help mold our so often lost, humanity.
All hope lost,
Rome was lost, corruption most,And now it is our Time.
Will the Crimes
Have fatalRepercussionsFor them?Lets hope and pray,They do!For if notThis CountryWill certainlyBe going to pot.
Cantos de amor y desesperanza
cuando el amor no se alcanzay la soledad al abismo nos lanzahay que ser muy fuertespara mantenerse en pie.
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In a compassionating way
Completely surrender to their wishes
Madness
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firewood is burning
like moths circling lamp
between two snowflakes
unified heart formed
one evening in autumn
to blossom in life.
They say I am madly in love
I see my face not of my belovedThey say I madly wanderBut I return to my homeEvery evening as the sun setsThey say I keep mutteringBut the song I sing reaches notThe alert ears of my belovedAm I living a dream or this life?It is for you to decideLove is in my blood and love…
For years my soul dwelled in an unknown body
This turned out to be a fisher’s netwhere, hearts were disintegrated from body.
majestic winter
flowers bloom at nightfragrance allover in airmoonflower, red flare calls out
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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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Hello, dear band
Come in contactSing an old noteI’ll listen to the oldAgain to be bold;I’ll serve good syrupYou’ll be cheered up,Long ago I heardMind was thrilledEars were soothedBrain was opened.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 06/23/2017
The Grasshopper
HopperGrasshopperHop, hopBig gapLong spaceOne flap.
The Verse Of Nature
The passages narrow and broadThrough boundless nature,Living in the cruel concreteWell I remember, I remember.
Wandering and wandering they came
Saw no humanFull of beastsRoaring fiercelyHere and there roaming and jumping,All the innocent and harmless mercilesslyThe ferocious are devouring.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
My writings tell of the equality
My writings tell of the truthYou throw it to the bins of trash,My writings are by righteousnessTreading you go on pressing,My writings demand for the deprivedYou destroy evicting, ousting it,My writings stand by humanityYou throw it to the top of inhumanity,My writings are with the sadYou thrust it into the beggar’s hand,My writings cry for…
(Love In Quatern Verse)
I am gonna try though is tough,It is soft as feather, cotton;As silk, velvet; pure water;Costly jewellery to women,You say, ‘Put a note on our love’Autumnal white clouds and catkin,First spring’s flower, smell and air;You do not utter or beckonI am yet answering on; thenYou say, ‘Put a note on our love’New leaves stir in…
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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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Hopless Searching
It’s the story of her lifeDays on top of days filled with painA continuous cycle of peace coming and goingAnd she sits here, clueless, nothing to say Dark blue eyes filled with tearsHopeless searching never endsHeart shatters under truth’s wakeUnder this weight she fallsCloses her eyes and slips away It’s like hitting her head against…
Last night my soul cried, “O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly.
“Now happy, now unhappy, like Abraham in the fire; at once king and beggar like Ebrahim-e Adham.“In your form you are terrifying, yet your state is full of anguish: you turn round like a millstone and writhe like a snake.”Heaven the blessed replied, “How should I not fear that one who makes the Paradise of…
There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled.
stitched.O, you who are ignorant of endurance and the burningfire of love–Love comes of its own free will, it can’t be learnedin any school.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river
When actions come from another section, the feelingdisappears.Don’t let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures.Reach for the rope of God. And what is that? Putting aside self-will.Because of willfulness people sit in jail, the trapped bird’s wings are tied,fish sizzle in the skillet.The anger of police is willfulness. You’ve seen a…
Fiary Land I by William Shakespeare
OVER hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire,I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moone’s sphere;And I serve the fairy queen,To dew her orbs upon the green:The cowslips tall her pensioners be;In their gold coats spots you see;Those be rubies, fairy favours,In those freckles live their savours:I must go seek some…
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