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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Wonder Jasmine……..I Am Very Touched.
Though a few years have elasped,I regard this title of honour as given byMaster Poet Kumarmani Mahakul Sir,still true fascinating, wonderful, most beautiful and uniqueI have everreceived.I feel humbled and honoured.I cite his marvelous fascinating words:‘For justifying the title of honour given to Mrs. SylviaI like to narrate the words.Wonder reflects the amazement and admirationwith…
Beste Guusje,
morgen 29 augustus zijn jullie grote vieringenzoveel jaar geleden werd je met liefde geborenje hele leven heb je toegewijd aan de Heerje hebt van God alle steun gekregenZijn rijke zegeningen en Zijn Grote liefdedit BirthDay Poem is speciaal voor jouals een loyale gelovige van de Heerje hebt van God alle steun gekregenVeel gelukkige terugkeer van…
This is not a poem, but a prayer
My best friendi assure yoube strong and courageousbe strong and don’t be afraiddo not be terrifiedbecause God goes with youhe will never forsake youhe will never disappoint youGod commands us to have confidence in HimSure, He will never forsake usthat’s for surehis love is puresimple words for surewe can be understatedthe Lord certainly hears our…
Cinquain number 4 in this sequel
in lifein a marriagemust be maintained seriouslylove….
! .Onder de met wijnranken beklede dakrand,
Uw nederige huisdeur…Onder de trillende bladeren van de sering…In je besneeuwde handDe paarse bloemen droeg het.Laatste avond in dromen, ik zag je staan,Als koningin nimf uit Fairy-land-Tovenares van de bloemrijke toverstaf,Mooiste Isadore!II. En toen ik de droom zeiOp de vlucht voor uw geest,Uw violette ogen voor mijOmgedraaid, leek het overlopenMet het diepe, onnoemelijke genotVan de…
Moon In Boon….
she constantly shines for me so brightthough not at the fullestshe always does her bestI know that since as long as I have been livingthe moon is always peepingto my home-areaI saw my moon last nightthough not at the fullestshe shines always at the brightestdespite the weather was darkest.My moon in boon…….© Sylvia Frances Chan…
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For the lovers
To lose the heart-beats.
Rejuvenating.
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ଚୋରା ଚାହାଣୀ ର
ଚୁମ୍ବନ ର ଜଉ ମୁଦ,ଚୋରା ଚୋରା ଛୁଆଁଗୋଲାପୀ ଓଠ ରହଜାଉ ଥିଲା ମୋ ନିଦ,ତୁମ ଖିଲି ଖିଲିହସ ଝରଣା ରେଯେଉଁ ଛାତି ଭିଜୁଥିଲା-ଆଜି ସେ ଅନ୍ତରମଶାଣି ର ଶେଯ,ପରିତ୍ୟକ୍ତ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।
Like the wet grass
Of the Rainy nightI store your foot printsOn my heart.Like a grasshopperOf the green meadowsFrom horizon to horizonI dance to your tunes,And the lyrics unsung.
ତମେ ପ୍ରିୟା, ମୋ ଅନ୍ତର ରାଣୀ
ତମ ଇଚ୍ଛା ଠାରୁ ବଳି କିଛିନାହିଁ ଆଉ ଏ ମୋର ଜୀବନେ ।ତୁମ ପାଇଁ ସମର୍ପିତ ଏବେକରିବା କୁ ସଫଳ, ସାକାର-ତମେ ଏବେ ଯାହା ବି ଚାହିଁବ,ସେ ଚରମ ଆଦେଶ ମୋହର ।।ଏବେ ଠାରୁ ମନା କରିବନିମୋତେ କଣ ଭାବୁନ ନିଜର..ତମେ ପରା ଆତ୍ମା ମୋ ଦେହ ରମୁଁ ତୁମର ଶରୀର ନଶ୍ୱର ।ମୁଁ ତୁମର ବାହ୍ୟ କଳେବର ।।ମୁଁ ତୁମର ସମ୍ପୂର୍ଣ ତୁମର ।।।
Sometimes
Darkness can’t veil.In such a wrecked lifealmost, I dwell.Where hottest sun can’t drythe wet sands of my floor,The coldest night can’t calm,the burning of my door,My heart sinksto the bottom of the sea,where my good times hide,playing hide and seek with me.Bring me a rain of smileon my lips cracked,fill in me a wheelof rising…
And still
As if you wanted to listenTo the dying echoesOf my leafless urgeSnaking through theValley of my just widowed heart.While the shape of dead tollsIn the blue eveningTill the last purple flameOf lust for life-Dies away, leavingHeaps of ashesOn the bald foreheadsOf the darkest hours-In the nuptial bedOf my crystal heart.
Love
For rising Suns-of-hopeAnd Moons of dreams.Manifesting.
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Wet it up
With tears and blood
Gratifying.
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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 first walk is heart-throbbing
Shy cloud hides the moon.
Lyrics are my heart’s
Like the soft looks ofThe winter morning Sun.In the sad alphabets ofThe anguished mind,I keep on writingPoems of tears shed.This is a translation of the poemସଖୀ-04 (Sakhi_04)/ Odia PoembySubhas Chandra Chakra
Hey dear..
I am here on this shoreSeparated by the OceanOf this lover’s tear..Delinked by the lakeOf torturing silence,Fragmented, disillusioned, tiredAs I am, Still hope you’d ferryBack to me, this world,In the ship just to abode..Hey dear..Do you hear?I am here on this shoreAwaiting, your sole lover.
My heart losses a beat
Bound with chains so dear.
Ever since you left
Not a single cloudHas dared a cat walkingOn the corridor of my sky.Colours have forgottenTheir names and canvasses,Their fluidity of brushes,Except these dry spots of past.Clouds have forgottenTheir wings of desire,Their feathers of dreams,Except the abandoned traffic posts.Ever since you leftIt had never rainedNot a single cloudHas dared flying acrossThe Eastern or western sky.
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Look at it
With all your heart
Passionate.
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Love is a spider net
The spider is missing.
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।।
That day
and full of happiness,with desires-blue and burning,deep and yearning,soft and singing,is gone,has fled far,farther, beyond our reach-that our wings can fly.The legacy of the pastburied under the dry leavesof lusty and dirty soils-It was butthe last autumn breezewhich tried to reopenthe file already closedin the court of dead dreams.So darling,never mind,never cry,never have a try…
କାଲି ଠାରୁ ବିଚିତ୍ର ଲାଗୁଛି-
ତମେ ମୋତେ ସତେ ଅବାପୂରା ମିଳିଗଲ,ଆଉ ଥରେ ଏଇ ଜନମ ରେ ।ପୁଣି କେବେ ଏମିତି ଲାଗୁଛିଯେମିତିକା ଖୁବ୍ ଶୀଘ୍ରଏ ସାକ୍ଷାତ ପର୍ବ-ପର୍ଯ୍ୟାୟ ରସମାପ୍ତି ଆସିବ, ପୁଣିଚାଲି ଯିବା ଆମେ ଦୂରେ ଦୂରେ ।।ସତେ କଣ ଏମିତି ଘଟିବ?ଆମ ଦୁହିଙ୍କ ଦୁନିଆବାର ବାର ଏକ ହେବ,ଅଲଗା ବି ହେବ? ?
Nobody loves to follow rules.
Going down hillis easy.
All that they sang rhymed
It is the Valentine’s Day.
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Emerges from souls
Snakes through heart’s valley.
Ceaseless.
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In slow momentum
My being,My edges,My curves,The whole of my womanlinessSo uncertain,Within the defining hugsAnd these narrow bracesI am falling intoThe vast well of warmthWithin you.
Love alone triumphs
Not the lovers, nor the belovedGalleries of memories get lost,Love alone triumphs.In all aspects of our lives.Valleys of unfulfilled dreamsEther of the passionate-Not a single leaf of any tree sticksIn and around our paradises of life.Knowledge, neither of the past nor of the futureImaginations, neither fresh nor wildDeath sucks everything off life,Engulfing both our worldsAttractive…
Love means
Rung at the midnight hoursAt distances unknownWhen lovers are away,And skylarks cryWith words meaningfulSoaked with rains of separation,And lyrics of unsung songs,That awakens the PrincessNewly wedded, on herNuptial bed to gatherHer shy inner wares backIn place.
Never did I know
fell upon the desert of my heart!Nor did I knowThat rain comes in summer of a lifeSo plenty, so content, so coolkissing the virgin lips of my soulAnonymous, Unconditional, yet spontaneous.So did these Clouds come-Untimely, yet fulfillingMade me wetBefore it rained.It made everything wetMy Body, my mind, my heartAll my existence,Wetting the infiniteAnd never ending…
ଏ ନୀଳ ଜହ୍ନ ର
ମତୁଆଲା କଇଁ ଆଖି,ଅଧା ରାତି, ଅଧା-ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ବେଦୀମୋ ପ୍ରେମ ର ସାକ୍ଷୀ ।।
ଉଦାସ ସଞ୍ଜେ ସକାଳେ,
ଧୂସର ପଣତ, ମୋରଆକାଶ ର ସାରା ଉପବନେ-ଶିରି ଶିରି ପବନ ରେ ଭିଜାସମୟ ର ଓଢଣୀ ଉହାଡେଜହ୍ନ ଲୁହ ଢାଳୁଥିଲା ବେଳେ-କାହା ମଲା ଖବର ଟାଅପେକ୍ଷା ର ଆଞ୍ଜୁଳା ଫାଙ୍କ ରୁ-ଏ ଯାଏ ବିହଜିଥିଲା ପରି,ବିରହ ର ବଂଶୀଟିଏଗୁମୁରି ଗୁମୁରି,କାନ୍ଦୁଥିବା ବେଳେ-ହଜିଲା ସେ ଦିନ ର ଚାହାଣୀ,ତମ ଆଖି,ବେଶ ମନେ ପଡେ ।।
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Strange but true
Through valleys, seas, sky
Blue.
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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…
Desire in me to be
Is orange in colour
You are my teacher, Oh Mother Earth
And see them grow and prosper.
I am Draupadi,
of five great wishesWish to partnerthe greatest and the bestking on Earth-One who uphold Dharma and isa symbol of justice and austerity.Wish to partnerthe bravest and strongesthero on EarthOne who thrashes every evil willwith his muscles of strength and vigour.Wish to partnerthe greatest ever dreamerand archer on EarthOne who shoots every target-be it mundane or…
Love
Of vermilion paintOn widow’s deserted forehead.Humming-song.
It’s so difficult to share
Sandwiched between pains and pleasures.
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Blue and vast
Expanding to contain all.
Accommodating.
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Like the distant hill
Round, symmetric, shapy,complete, ruff and tuffrevered and full of hue.Through the windows oftransparent glamourous panes.The king could see all-none could see his mindor heart, nor whoelse there reigns.Royal was his robes,as much loyal were His men,nobody had a wishnone there a complainas if pleasure rained away pain.The king was shaved fair,clean and bright his looks.Who…
Apes are accountants
And less on old children.
The snail within me
With a new resolution…To pace with the worldin and around me.No more withdrawals,No more repentances,No more worries nor woes,No more competition..For I have my journeyOn a path of my own,Chosen to tread on,Committed to go alongTill the last sunset hereTill the last gush of airExit my shell.
ରାତି ର ଅନ୍ଧାରେ
ଚୋରା ଚାହାଣୀ ର ନିଆଁ,ସଖୀ ମୋର ମନ-କଥା ବୁଝି ଦିଏଓଠ ଧାରେ ମିଠା ଛୁଆଁ ।।
A virtue of the half-Gods
For the dark broken huts.
Shattered in the cold, mild –
To hold my hands close,To hug me like a red rose-With passion for the heart to build.
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Of green leaves
For the tired Traveller.
Comforting.
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You are the rebel
Incurable, Nor the head can be beheaded.
In His life so short
Kept Him ever readyon the bed of slumber, steadyfor merchants of dreams to adore.Years after years did passbudgets after budgets, framed and namedto whisper the song of wealthto prosper the wheel of healthfor a few though, He set a new trend.The trend of speaking lesson behalf of our king’s facecharioteered the wheel of timemade all…
A night dusks with anger
Face is the heart’s index.
In the dead of night
Unrecognized skeletons found locked inside.
A season of cold nights
Bitterness fades in warm embraces.
You are
Of the book of agapeFull of pages of eros,Laden withLines of romances,Commas of pathos, andFull stops of separation.
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For rising Suns-of-hope
And Moons of dreams.
Manifesting.
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The living computer is gone
None to explore the unexplored.
Moments passed
On this Earth.You were stillIn my arms.My arms were no moreArms of flesh and bonesThat squeeze a shape,Arms of lust and desireThat nabs a feminine make,Arms of fire that burnsThe flame of carnal urge,Arms of fluid that carriesThe beloved away, with its wavesInto a physical cage.They had metamorphosedInto shapes thatYou dreamt so far!Into waves of…
Who can, for us
to rise in the Eastwith rays goldenthrough a windowthat’d awaken our babieswith eyes shut, yetdreams unhurt?Who can renderin these eyes dry,like the rainless sand-a couple of nightswith fearless sleepfor slum dwellerswithout an inch of land?
You came again to me-
Once more in March.Like the other nights,In earlier years-Clad in White and purple hue,You sat akin likeA fragrant glue.Sticking my dreamsAnd desires ever,With your eyesThat fill in meThirst for ever-To be there,Within youAnd outside as well.To be with youFor days to comeEver and ever,Again and again!
ମନ ତଳେ ଥିଲା ଅଭିମାନ
ଏତେ ପାଖେ ଥିଲା ମୋ ଆସନଘେରିଥିଲା ନୀରବତା ବାଡ!ତୁମ ସହ କଥା ହେବି ବୋଲିକେତେ ଦିନୁଁ ଦେଖୁଚି ସପନ,ଅଥଚ ମୁଁ ତମ ପାଶେ ପାଶେଥାଇ, ଆଜି ରହିଲି ମଉନ!ମୁଁ ଜାଣିଚି ତମେ ମୋର କଥାବିନା ଶବ୍ଦେ ବୁଝି ନେଇପାର,ତଥାପି ମୋ ମନ ତଳେ ବ୍ୟଥା-ବ୍ୟାକୁଳତା କଥା କହିବା ର! !
Like a crystal of Salt,
The moment I met you.
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Below everyone’s feet
Like a mother’s lap.
Buttressing.
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The way to kill a nation
cage them inside narrow lanes.
Like a tiny bud
I feel safein your presencealthough for so smalla period in the class.Like a gentle sunshineon the grassy meadowyour tender touchwith an aesthetic smellfill the veins of my soul.Like the winged cloudon the blue autumn skyyour look throughmy eyes curious and thirstycharge me and my whole being.Like a song of riversnaking through the heart’s valleyyou made…
At the School,
So many masters a day.And the guardiansof students that registerto this great schoolhere that I monitoras they succumb tothe web of liesand the evil tricksthat our gang of agentsand team of predatorsframe to trap themas much more the campuscan hold and steer.I have to please these menTo keep my incrementAnd position hereOn a sound footing.
ପ୍ରତିଦିନ ସକାଳେ ସଂଧ୍ୟାରେ
ଭାସୁଥିଲା ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀରେ… ଯେଉଁ ମାଟି, ପାଣି ଓ ପଦନ-ପ୍ରତି ରାତି କଳା ଅନ୍ଧାରରେତିନି କାଳେ, ମନ ର ଶେଯ ରେଭାରି ଖୁସି ଖୁସି ଥିବା ମନେ… ଯାହା ସ୍ମୃତି ଥିଲା ମୋ ଜୀବନ-ପ୍ରତି ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ର ଦର୍ପଣ ରେତିଳ ତିଳ ଜଳିବା ବେଳା ରେଭାବନା ର ସାରା ଇଲାକା ରେ… ତୁମ ଛବି ଦେଉଛି ଚୁମ୍ବନ ।।
You are my teacher, Oh great Ocean
To return again and again with waves of love.
I felt an urge-
To touch her,To interact with herThrough my shivering lips.The curtains between usWere removed.No more hindrances,None between us-Me and my mom,My mom and me,A heap of warmth,A lump of softness,A touch of loveCulminated intoA flux of nectarInto my existence,A stream of love,Care, comfort and relaxationTethered into meThrough my oral cavity.The most thrilling experienceBegan instantlyWith this nectar,My…
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Of elegant angels
With pious-lust for life
Never-ending.
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A paper boat in hand
Bright mornings dawn after storm.
A festival of colours knocks
Moment to rejoice with love.
ତୁମ ସହ
ପୂର୍ବ ଲଗ୍ନ, ଏକାନ୍ତ ବେଳା ରେ-ଲାଳସା ର ଏରୁଣ୍ଡି ବନ୍ଧ କୁକେବେ ବି ଡେଇଁ ନଥିବାରମ୍ୟ ଅଜଗର-ଦେହାତୀତ ଅରଣ୍ୟ ରନି8ସଙ୍ଗ ଅନ୍ଧାରୁଅଜାଣତେ ଚାଲି ଆସେକାମନା ର ରୂପା ଜରିଓଢଣୀ ଫାଙ୍କ ରୁଲୁଚି ଲୁଚି ଦେଖିବା ରଅନୂଢା ଯୌବନ,ଲଜ୍ଜାରୁଣ ଶୂନ୍ୟତା ରସବୁ ସନ୍ଧି ସ୍ଥଳ ।।ଫିଟିଯାଏ ସବୁତକଗୋପନ ଗୁମର,ନଦୀ ଜଳ-ନୀଳ ଶାଢୀ ଛାଡିତରବରେ ପିନ୍ଧି ନିଏ ଅନ୍ତର୍ବାସଗୋଳିଆ ରଙ୍ଗ ର ।।
ଧଳା ଧଳା ଆଖି ପତା ମେଲି
ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଆକାଶୀ ଆଖି ରେ-ନି8ସଙ୍ଗତା, ଖାଁ ଖାଁ, ବର୍ଷା ର ବିରହ ।।ଶେଫାଳୀ ର ଟପ୍ ଟପ୍ ଲୁହ,ସକାଳ ର ଚିକିମିକି ଘାସ ର ଚିବୁକେ-କୋହ ମୋହ ସ୍ମୃତି ର ଆଞ୍ଚୁଡା-କୋହ ମୋହ ଗଭୀର କ୍ଷତ ରେ ।।ଯୁଗ ର ସାଇତା ସ୍ୱପ୍ନଟଳ ମଳ ଆଖି ର କଜଳେ,ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଛବି ଫୁଟି ଉଠେ-ଲୁହ ର କାକର ଆଉମଲା ଜହ୍ନି ଫୁଲ ର ଓଠ ରେ ।।ଝାଳୁଆ ଶରତ ସଞ୍ଜଅନ୍ଧାର ରେ ଜକଜକ କରେ-ସଞ୍ଜ ଦୀପ,…
In you, my dear
My shapes,My horizons,My outlines,Edges that defineMy urges, dreams and desires,Ambitions and aspirations,Whole of me.
On this day of your sad demise
Oh queen of my dreamsIn the teen heartsthat me and crores alike-felt for you…On this sadand painful momentof this dayI prayfor your placeIn the land of GodWith eternal peace andDivine bliss and harmony.
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Enjoyed, not played,
On unseen grounds, hearts,
Spontaneous.
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Your are the gracious swan
Land into the lake of my heartDip your head of desireInto the semi-hot water of longingThat fills the valley of my heartWith the golden sunshine,With the blue moon shine,Full with wild roses,And shade of EarthA speechless windcold and calmSings your arrivalAt this hour of the dawn.
ଝିଅ ତୁ
ଝିଅ ଟିଏ, ଆମ ଦୁନିଆର।ସେମାନେ କହନ୍ତି ପରାତୋ ଜନମପର ଘର ପାଇଁ!ମୋତେ ଲାଗେଇଏ ଗୋଟେ ଅଵିଚାରତୋ ଅସ୍ତିତ୍ୱ ପାଇଁ।କିଏ କହେ ତୁ ଖାଲିଝିଅ ଟିଏ କାଳେବଞ୍ଚି ରହୁ ଅନ୍ୟ ପାଇଁ,ପୁରୁଷ ର ଆଧିପତ୍ୟ,ଅହଂକାର, ଲାଳସାରେପେଷିହୋଇ, ଜଳି ଜଳିସଢିଯିବା ପାଇଁ,ଆଜୀବନ ସଳିତା ଟେ ପରିଜଳୁଥିବୁ –ପରିବାର, ସଂସାର ର,ଦୁନିଆର ସବୁତକଅମା ଅନ୍ଧକାର,ନିରାଶା ର, ହତାଶା ରକଳା ମେଘ ଦୂରେଇବା ପାଇଁତୋ ଶେଷ ନିଃଶ୍ୱାସ ଯାଏତୁ କଣ ନେଇଚୁ କି ଠିକାଜଳୁଥିବୁ, ସଢୁଥିବୁ,ପେଷିହୋଇମରୁଥିବୁ କ୍ଷଣ କ୍ଷଣ,ପରଘରେ ଜଳୁଥିବୁନିଜ ଲୋକ ପାଇଁ,ନିଜ…
Lo……
The words are the flesh,the lines are the bones,the stanzas are the limbs,the theme is its lungs,the emotions are the heart,the style is its breathing,the voice is the souland the body is the poet.Such is a Poem.
All the memories of childhood
In your eyes thatNever cease to blink atAppealing the core of my heart.All the inner urges of adolescenceLies thereIn your nostrils thatNever cease to swell aboutAwakening the core of my psyche.All the thrilling days of teenageLies thereIn those pink lips of yours thatNever cease to fill inA desire to be always within me.All the splashing…
ଏବେ ଆଉ ମୋ ଭିତରେ
ସବୁ କିଛି ମିଠା ମିଠାସପନ ରେ ଆଗ ପରି ଭରିଗଲାତୁମ ସ୍ବର, ଯାଦୁକରୀ ମହକ, ପରଶ ।।ମୋ ଭିତରେ ତମେ ଏବେଭରିଗଲ କୋଣେ ଅନୁ କୋଣେଜୀବନର ସାରା ରାସ୍ତା, ସୀମା ସରହଦ,ଏବେ ଆଉ ହେଉନାହିଁ ଅବୁଝା ଅବୋଧଜଳୁନାହିଁ ମନ ଏବେ, କାମନାରେ, ବାସନାରେଝୁରୁନାହିଁ ନୀଳ ବେଦନାରେ, ହଜୁନାହିଁ ନିଦ ।।
ଜନମ ଜନମ
ସଖୀ ମୋର ଚିର କାଳ,ପଲକ ରେ ଦିଶପଲକେ ନ ଦିଶଖେଳ ଲୁଚୁକାଳି ଖେଳ ।।
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From Rock hearts
Flows down lust-free minds.
Perennial.
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A cloak of incandescent twilight
Hallucinations conjure your limbless forms.
Shivering in the mild –
To hold my hands close,To hug me like a rose-With passion for the heart to build.
A little water in pond
But everyone’sdream is precious.
Tears rolled down,
The same hill, the stonesLarge and brownObstructing pathAs in those bygoneSummer afternoons.There stood the tree,That old Plum tree,Where you tried your kisses,The first one wet with shyness,The next ones dipped with passion,And above all the last one to bid…To bid me the last good bye,The farewell from my worldOf things sharedRoads, Beds, Beaches, SandwichesAnd the…
Love
Take a bathIn its vast blueHeart-throbbing.
Hey dear..
I am here on this shoreSeparated by the OceanOf this lover’s tear..Delinked by the lakeOf torturing silence,Fragmented, disillusioned, tiredAs I am, Still hope you’d ferryBack to me, this world,In the ship just to abode..Hey dear..Do you hear?I am here on this shoreAwaiting, your sole lover.
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Of pages unread
With chapters of seasons
Mysterious.
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Laughter is the beam of radiance
That never dawned.
ତମେ ଏବେ
ଅତୀତ ଓ ଦୂର ଚକ୍ରବାଳ ପରି,କୋହ ମୋହ ଶୂନ୍ୟତା ରେଅବଶୋଷ, ମିଳନ ତୃଷ୍ଣା ରେଅହରହ ଛଟପଟ,ଆଖି ଦୁଇ-ଅବିଭକ୍ତଇଚ୍ଛା ରେ ବିଭୋରବେଦନାକ୍ତ, ଲୁହ ଟଳମଳଦୁଇ ଫାଳଯନ୍ତ୍ରଣାକ୍ତଅପରିପୂର୍ଣତା,ଅଧା ଗଢା ସ୍ୱପ୍ନ ର ଶରୀରଯୋଡି ହୁଏ ।ମୁଁ ତୁମକୁନ ଖୋଜିବି ଏତେ ପାଶେ ପାଏ,ବିରହ ର ଫର୍ଦ ଫର୍ଦ ମେଘପ୍ରଣୟ ର ବର୍ଷା ହୋଇଝରି ଝରି ଯାଏ।।ଦୂର ସେଇଧୂମାଭ ଦିଗନ୍ତେନିରାଶା ର ବାଦଲ ଭିତରୁଝରିପଡେ ସୂରୁଯ କିରଣନାଲି ଟୁକୁ ଟୁକୁସାଧବ ବହୁ ରଙ୍ଗ ରଛିଟ ଶାଢୀ କାନି ରେ କାନି ରେ…
ଧଳା ଧଳା ଆଖି ପତା ମେଲି
ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଆକାଶୀ ଆଖି ରେ-ନି8ସଙ୍ଗତା, ଖାଁ ଖାଁ, ବର୍ଷା ର ବିରହ ।।ଶେଫାଳୀ ର ଟପ୍ ଟପ୍ ଲୁହ,ସକାଳ ର ଚିକିମିକି ଘାସ ର ଚିବୁକେ-କୋହ ମୋହ ସ୍ମୃତି ର ଆଞ୍ଚୁଡା-କୋହ ମୋହ ଗଭୀର କ୍ଷତ ରେ ।।ଯୁଗ ର ସାଇତା ସ୍ୱପ୍ନଟଳ ମଳ ଆଖି ର କଜଳେ,ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଛବି ଫୁଟି ଉଠେ-ଲୁହ ର କାକର ଆଉମଲା ଜହ୍ନି ଫୁଲ ର ଓଠ ରେ ।।ଝାଳୁଆ ଶରତ ସଞ୍ଜଅନ୍ଧାର ରେ ଜକଜକ କରେ-ସଞ୍ଜ ଦୀପ,…
A tale of the ants
Democracy blooms in the majority.
Laughter is the blossom
Lying outside the window panes of a heart.
Happy new year
To all my friends here,To all my friends thereWho lovedAt least onceAt least onein this life,On this planet.I wish youOh dear friendsWho lovedIn some phase oftheir livesA kid or a bud,a lamb or a plant,a book, a place,a poem, a story,a dish, a curry,whatever be itBut it put a commaOn the lines ofrecklessnessin your heart,Made…
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It is the glorious,
Feeling
The Whole World
Should be made of.
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Talent can’t be stopped,
Express itself,Like a Rose must bloom,To give birth,And spread its own perfume,So, the artist works with his inner loom,Intricate fabrics, mysterious call,Come together, forming something,That sometimes says it All,That sweeps you away,In an unforgettable waterfall.
Can we ever figure out
When they flatterDoubt and screenWords are seldom,What they seem,Like a puzzle,Or a dream.Life is not easyWhen you have to decipher,The strange melodiesOf so many Pied Pipers.
As a matter of precaution
What I don’t know,First I investigateThen, once I knowWatch out,Full Force,I let go!
What Poetry can say,
It is of human sentimentsThe deepest, ultimate scan.
If we were only LOVE,
I know I’m speaking of,Fantastic Fantasy,But that is why our souls,Can still dream endlessly,And that is why today,We still write Poetry.
To touch,
At the same time,That’s what greatPoems do!The formulaHas not been divulgedSorry,I’d like to know it too.
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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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Sometimes,
Too much!When intensity’sToo great,You become a poetEven at an early age,To give ventTo all that passionTo content,Life’s deep compassionTo express,And to give birthTo all the love,You cannot ration.
The dramatic side of human stupidity,
In order to intertwine,Incompetence with anonymity.
Poets can be soldiers too,
Their guns are pens,With Truth’s sweet ink,Their mission,Making people think.
We wish everything were Perfect.
So many years of evolution,Have not helped untie the knot,We are barely, hardly civilized,And we want, we don’t know What?
LOVE,
Harder to define.
Strange,
What Nothing else can,Creating for Emotions,An Eternity plan.
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Harder to define.
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Simply, impressive Beauty,
The green, the bows,The singing waters of the Sea,The Love one feels when this we see,A flower blooms so silently,It is a Rose, so beautifully,A sign of Hope, persistently,No matter how often I see,These gifts of Nature that are free,I always marvel, softly say,‘Please never take these gifts away’To He who made them I do…
Oh, but Love has crossed the line,
Not at all, never mistake,For what does more captivateThan true Love to make Life great!
In the loneliness of sorrow,
It’s the light of sweet illusions,That speak gently, cradles me,The illusion that Love heals you,That it’s something you will find,That when all is lost behind you,Love can still make Life divine.
I don’t write,
And my feelings sometimes,Translate into song,Always searching,Right from wrong.
Poetry,
Melodiously uplifting,With ever-beauty, crowned,So close to the human soul,That looks for You to console,The emptiness of it All.
Poets feel things,
And know thingsThat others don’t,Poetry is not a mockeryOf Time,Nor does it belongIn the PastPoetry is always,A Present fightAnd a Revolution,Against evil,And unfair abuse,It isFor peace and truthThat poets write.
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Of two birds
Nurturing the same dream..
Passionate.
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ଫେରିବା ବାଟରେ ଆଜି
ତୁମେ ମୋତେ ଖୁସୀ ଖୁସୀକହିନାହଁ ଯାଅ…ଯେମିତିକା ଆଉ କିଛିକହିଥାନ୍ତ ମୋତେତା ଆଗରୁ ଅଚାନକନେଲି ମୁଁ ବିଦାୟ….ଆଗକୁ ମୁଁ ପାରିଲି ନିବଢି, ରହିଗଲି-ଅଟକି ରାସ୍ତାରେ ସେଇଅଳପ ଦୂର ରେ….ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ବାର ବାରସତେ ଅବା ତୁମେମୋ ଆଡକୁ ଅନାଉଛଝରକା ସେପାରେ…ବାରଂବାର ଲାଗୁଥିଲାତମେ ଯେମିତିକା,ନୀଳ ପୋଷାକ ଭିତରେଖୁବ ଏକା ଏକା…ବାରଂବାର ଫେରିବାକୁମନ ହେଉଥିଲା,ତମ ବିନା ସବୁ କିଛିଶୁଖିଲା ଶୁଖିଲା….ତମେ ନାହଁ ଯେ ରାସ୍ତା ରେସେ ତ ନୁହେଁ ମୋର,ତୁମ ଇଚ୍ଛା ନାହିଁ ବି ଯହିଁ ରେମୋ ପାଇଁ ସେ ଜୀବନ ଜହର….
Memories sweet or sour
For sake of bye gone days,We had had our ways.You have cared a lotShared love with me, longFor the old days spent,Makes it worth being sung.In this deserted isletThere is your voice,Be it water, blue waveor the sky up, above.
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…
Who told you so
who told youon my behalf thatI shall be at your beck and callas and when requiredby a girl who oncepretended to be my beloved,by a boy who oftenacted like a brother.by a man who many oftenmade me think him a leader.by a woman who more than thricetricked me into pits unknown.by a beggar who, several…
Laughter is the lonely song
The untold story of an untouched spring.
Like the distant hill
Round, symmetric, shapy,complete, ruff and tuffrevered and full of hue.Through the windows oftransparent glamourous panes.The king could see all-none could see his mindor heart, nor whoelse there reigns.Royal was his robes,as much loyal were His men,nobody had a wishnone there a complainas if pleasure rained away pain.The king was shaved fair,clean and bright his looks.Who…
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Soothing and quenching
Eternal thirst of waiting.
Gratifying.
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The tragic cry of a lost soul
A mischievous shadow dreads morbidity.
Rivers-
when there is waterflooding like youththrough her veins.The moonshineplays flute at nightto make her sleepIn slumber deep.The sunshine spraysDusts of golden dreamson her curves of youth.The shadowsof old, fading afternoonshed like dropsof tear, disobedienton the cheeks of silence.A song of melancholydisperses likecrystals of salt in waterwhen she is no morewith and within me.The mirror deniesme…
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 ।।
It’s so difficult to recognize
A life under the shadow.
‘n’ stands for number-
It is democracy in disguise.
Our eyes closed in rapture
Unnamed light floods the world.
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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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In the Javanese language (used on Java Isle, Indonesia in South-East Asia)Oasis is like this, as this poem goes….
apa persis Oasis?Kados pundi karahayonipun Gusti?Mesthi wae ora.Oasis ing omah liyane.Tentrem kanggo sampeyan lan ora ana wong liya ing sekitarnanging oasis ing ara-ara samun minangka makna sing nyata saka tembung ‘oasis’, ndeleng foto.Dina iki isih ayu bangetyen ing pantai ana kabeh kajaba ana ‘oasis’,kita uga ngerti basa Walanda ujar: apa tentrem ing oasis, nanging dina…
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Ze hebben stoere namen: George en JimmyMaar veel van de jeugd zijn zeker niet 100% alfabetenze kennen het verschil ook niet tussen walvis en dolfijnafijn….sindsdien leest iedereen George en Jimmy gewoon als ‘Sjors en Sjimmie’sindsdien zijn de series snel uitverkochtken je ze al?je bent er zo aan hen gewenden leest de series permanentdie twee waren…
Zij Is Een Gezegend Jong Meisje….
schattig en jongeen passie voor ontwerpenhaar ouders herkennen haar grote intelligentie nietze tonen weinig interesse in haarin het bijzonder wordt ze misbruikt door haar vader……………………….verbaal< br>ondanks dit alles is ze een dapper en zelfverzekerd jong meisjeze is helderziendeen ongelooflijke mentale krachtze weet bijna allesmet haar geestze kan dingen zien die we niet kunnen zienZe is…
Let us try to live with a friendly attitude
Verdicts we never do, that’s the judge’s jobEnd all quarrels with peaceful solutions….©Sylvia Frances ChanFirst Christmas Day 25 December 2018
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Rendered with heart
Brings spring on Earth.
Fulfilling.
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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!
Love me dear or not
Happy that I love you.
The seasons have an order-
on the planet, we dwell.It begins with a seasonhot, dry, thirstyfeeding on nectar of hope,Like the babythat sucks milkfrom the mother’s breastsThere is an intense thirsteverywhere, in and aroundThe soil, the plants,The animals, the dry air,Even if the Sun-None is an exception.It is the season of thirst,The season of existence.Then follows Rainy seasonthe dark clouds…
Hum kal bhi the,
Jan te ho kya..Beech meinye ho kya gaya?Aaj sab kuch hai,mein bhi,tum bhi,suraj aur chandaaj bhi nikal raheheinDin aur raataaj bhi sata rahe heinDil hai, Dimag haiSab kuch hai,Lekin aisa kyun lagta haiki kuchh thik nehin hai?Utna pyar aaj bhi haitum se,tumhare har cheejon setumhari har yadon sejo mit nehin payeeun sab ghaon sejo mit…
More I listened
Direct into and off my heart,Higher than our dreams and desires,Under the deep bluesea, behindYour preferred silence andOcean of sweetnessUnfolded a real and niceAttractive and livelyRendering and kind,Enlightened and soft,Adorable and trustworthy,Peace loving and loving-Awoman of substance.River of time has flownTons of pain and shock,Onto the shore ofthesea.Faring across the ship you board on.Height of…
ଆଜି ତମ ଆବେଗ ର
ବ୍ୟଗ୍ରତା ର ଡଗ ଡଗ ପାଦେତମେ ଯେବେ ଆସୁଥିଲଦୂରରୁ ପାଖକୁ, ଆହୁରି ଆହୁରି ।।ପବନର ରିମ୍ ଝିମ୍ ସ୍ବରତୁମ ଚଳ ଚଞ୍ଚଳ ପାଦ ରେବାନ୍ଧିଥିଲା ଖୁସିର ନୂପୁର –ତୁମ ରୁଦ୍ଧ ଶ୍ବାସ ଏ ଦୌଡ଼ ରେଆଜି ମୁଁ ତ ଥିଲି ମୁକ ସାକ୍ଷୀତୁମ କେଶ ଲହଡ଼ି ରେଆଖି ମୋର ରହି ଥିଲା ଲାଖି ।।
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Of tear dried
On the lover’s cheek
Nostalgic.
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I am no Kasab
not even an antat will,And I haveever loved tobe a loverlover of buds,lover of kids,lover of stars,lover of skies,lover of dreams.Never plucked a flower,never harassed a child,never tried to ruleloved to abideby the rules, instead.But you havesued mefor sharing a photoI liked most,and for adoringand composingan ode to beauty.
ତୁମ ଦେହ ପଦ୍ମ
ରଂଗ ରେ ମୋ ଛୁଆଁ ତାତି,ତୁମରି ଗୋଲାପୀଓଠ ରେ ଓଠ ରେମୋ ଛାତି ତଳ ରଗୀତି ।।ତୁମରି ଅଳସଆଖି ର ତରଂଗେଭରୁଥିଲା ଯା ପିଆଲା-ଭିଜୁଥିଲା ସାରାଆକାଶ, ଜହ୍ନ ରେ-ଆଜି ଶୂନ୍ୟ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।
Apes are the animals
Steal anything you eat.
Darkness is
A shadow ofthe lonelinessthat fillsall the corridorof aching heartWhen one hoversaround the boundariesOf time and spacerelentlessly,in a nomadic questfor the lost love.
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.
ତମେ ଯେଉଁ ମାଟି ରେ ଚାଲିବ-
ତମେ ଯେଉଁ ବର୍ଷା ରେ ଭିଜିବ,ସେ ମେଘ ମୋ ସପନେ ଭାସିବ…ତମେ ଯେଉଁ ପାଣି ପବନ ରେଭିଜିଥିବ ଗୋଟିଏ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ-ସେଇ ମାଟି ପାଣି ଓ ପବନ,ପାଲଟିବ ମୋ ଦେହ ର ରକ୍ତ….
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Keep it up
With all your heart
Contending.
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The first walk is frightening,
A model on red carpet.
A gust of air-borne hope from kitchen-
Carrying the smell of a broken egg-Thrown upon frying-pan and hot dog,Adding to the hunger fed mope and pain.
ତୁମେ ଏଇ ଦୁନିଆ ରେ ଥିବ
ଖୁସୀ ଖୁସୀ ଦେହ ଛାଡି, ସେ ପୂର କୁ ଯିବି…ଗୋଟିଏ ଦିନ ର ଦୂରୀ,ଏ ବିରହ କି ଅସହ୍ୟଜନମ ପାଇଁ ଅଲଗା, କେମିତି ଯେ ଯିବି…ଆଗକୁ ଆସୁଚି ପୁଣି କେତେବଇଶାଖୀ ବିରହ ରଲମ୍ବା ଲମ୍ବା ଦୂରତା ର ବେଳା-କେମିତି ସହିବି ଏକା ଏକାସେ ନିଃସଙ୍ଗ ମୂହୁର୍ତ ରଅନ୍ତର ର ସୀମାହୀନ ଜ୍ୱାଳା…
ଭାରି ଭଲ ଲାଗିଥାନ୍ତା ଯଦି
ସବୁ ରାତିସବୁ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେକେବଳ ତୁମରି ମୁହଁଆଖିରେ ପଡ଼ନ୍ତା –ଆଉ କାହା ତାହାଣୀ କୁଛୁଇଁବା ଆଗରୁ!ହେଲେ,ଦୁନିଆରେ ଏଡ଼େ ଭାଗ୍ୟସଭିଙ୍କ କପାଳେ କ’ଣଲେଖା ହୋଇ ଥାଏ ଯେ-ମୁଁ ଭେଟନ୍ତିତୁମକୁ ମୋଚାହିଁବା ଲଗ୍ନ ରେ! !
In the dead of night
Unrecognized skeletons found locked inside.
War is a python that swallows
Off the limbs of Humanity.
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Bathe in it
Like you did never
Fulfilling.
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ତୁମ ସ୍ମୃତି ବିସ୍ମୃତି ର
ଟକ୍ ମକ୍ ଫୁଟୁଥାଏମୋ ଅବ୍ୟକ୍ତତୃଷ୍ଣା ର ସାଗର,ତମେ କିନ୍ତୁ ଛପିଥାଅସାତ ତାଳ ପାଣି ପଙ୍କ ତଳେଜୀବନ ପେଚିକା ପରିଦୁଷ୍ଟ ଅସୁର ର ।।ସେ ପାରି ର ଡାକଭାସି ଆସେଅଧା ରାତି, ଅଧା ଜହ୍ନ,ପାଉଁଶିଆ, କୁହୁଡିଆଶୀତଳ ପବନେ ।।ମରଣ ର ମତୁଆଲା ସ୍ୱରମଧୁଗୀତି, ଭିଜୁଥାଏଜୀବନ କୁଞ୍ଜ ରେଦରଦିଆବଂଶୀ ସ୍ୱନେ ସ୍ୱନେ ।।
In that deadly moment,
You from me.All your memories, all at oncewere all invoked within me.Felt like flying up to there,where this moment, you are.To meet those eyes, hazelthrough the blue curtainsThat fall between youAnd your faithful shadow.
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…
Still you did not halt,
Of the hall of ruins.The anger and evilIn your looks wereSpread overVast acres of dark legendsUnder the hectic skiesRaining jungles of sad bubblesAnd lakes of saline hopesAnd sweet despair.
Desire in me to be
Is green in colour
I was happy
To the fullest of her wings,Nothing to push her backNon to break her journey.Now, I was sureShe would be, at her best-Exploring her limitless skies,And feeding herselfWith bondless joys of flight.But, the next momentI found her. Akin,Sitting and singing thereAt a branch, that wasThere, next to me.As I asked her how she was-She smiled with…
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Written on lips
Blue with life’s waiting
Reuniting.
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I hear from
someone whispersso erotic inthe ears of the budsto open their eyeswith a smiletowards all around-perhaps the chirps,the sweet notesof birds in the groves,the colour on thecheek of cloudsflying west-are all, that makesit all, so obviousthat the moment-the moment offirst datebetween the Earthand the springhas just arrived.And perhapsspring is going to planthis first kisson her petal…
So many flowers plucked,
This world seems known –to me, since ages unknown.Is garden of life doctored?
Rivers-
when there is waterflooding like youththrough her veins.The moonshineplays flute at nightto make her sleepIn slumber deep.The sunshine spraysDusts of golden dreamson her curves of youth.The shadowsof old, fading afternoonshed like dropsof tear, disobedienton the cheeks of silence.A song of melancholydisperses likecrystals of salt in waterwhen she is no morewith and within me.The mirror deniesme…
The air around
Moments ago,Became wetwith a calm silence,and was filledwith a sweet fragrance.He enteredher hall of heartwith a radiantorange robe,royal and brilliantin colour, and lustre.A mild and cool breezestarted to blowfrom the South,as if to thrill herwith the exotic aromaof love that emanatedfrom his deep, loving heart.
ଯେଉଁ ମନ ଥିଲା, ତୁମ ପାଇଁ ପ୍ରିୟେ
ଯେଉଁ ବାହୁ ଡୋର, ପରଶ ଓଠ ରତୁମରି ଜୀବନ ଥିଲା-ଯେଉଁ ଛାତି ତଳ ତାତି, କଥା, ବ୍ୟଥାତୁମରି ନି8ଶ୍ୱାସ ଥିଲା-ଆଜି ସେଇ ମନ, ଦେହ ର ଦେଉଳରିକ୍ତ, ତିକ୍ତ ପାନ୍ଥଶାଳା ।।
Broken heart keeps on breaking,
Shards of time and space.
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Written on heart
With indelible pink alphabets
Eternal.
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The first ever poetry
in my life so short-full of innocent ignorancedevoid of wise rational mindwas ‘Savitri’, by a Yogi.It was a great Verse,the greatest of courseas on this day, whichunfortunately is great, yetless read and followed,less understood,native to a few around,alien to many on my land.That Yogi, my revered-A noble Laureate of 1943awarded for poetry,one of the greatestsages…
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…
ବେଳେ ବେଳେ ଆକାଶରେ
ହେଲେ, ରାତି ରାସ୍ତାତକ ଅନ୍ଧାରିଆ ଥାଏ ।ସେମିତି ପ୍ରିୟା ର ଘରେପ୍ରିୟା ଥାଏ, ପାଖ ଘରେ,କଥା ଟିକେ ହେବା ଲାଗି ଡର ଲାଗୁଥାଏ ।।ଜୀବନରେ ଏମିତିକାଚାଲିବା ରେ ଏକା ଏକାଯେତିକି ପାରିଲା ପଣ ଲୋଡା ଆମ ପାଇଁ –ସେତିକି ଦମ୍ଭ ମୋ’ ଠାରେତୁମକୁ ପାଇଲା ପରେପାଇଗଲି ଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ ପରମାୟୁ ପାଇଁ ।।
Like hue and fragrance
On the petals of a flower,My love for youhas lingered over liveslike a cosmic paintAnd a celestial fragranceupon my souleternally cravingfor your companion.
Desire in me to be
road and bed, dreams and realmsIs red in colour.
Shattered in the cold, mild –
To hold my hands close,To hug me like a red rose-With passion for the heart to build.
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Mesh it up
With dishes of desire
Resurrecting.
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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 ।।
Apes are the animals
Steal anything you eat.
We had at last..
free from passion andPossessiveness we droveEarlier with en route.There was no need to sighNor to limit our cravingsto mere a hello or hi…No need to shedA single drop of tearOr to constantly beingThreatened by a gusp of fearto lose you any more.For you are still withinWithout a proper name,And now I could uttermy love for…
At the School,
So many masters a day.The naughty and sensualagent of the employerwith his vast hollow jawsshallow, vulture eyesat the girls that enrollwho join here to swell,and pocket ever readyto swallow allthat I would manageto have my purse bulgefor my child’s future.I have to please this manTo keep my back freefrom slaps and kicks of theoutraged public…
ତୁମ ପାଶେ ବିତୁ ଥିଲା ଦିନ
ସାଥୀ ର ଡାକରେ ଉଠିଲି ମୁଁସପନ ରୁ ଜାଗି ମୁଁ ବସିଲି ।ତମେ ମୋର ଆଖି ସାଥେ ଆଖିମନ ସାଥେ ମନ କୁ ମିଶାଇକେଡେ ଅନ୍ତରଙ୍ଗ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେରହିଥିଲ ମୋ ଆଡେ ଅନାଇ ।।ଅପଲକ ଆଖି କେ ଅନାଇତୁମ ଆଡେ ଚାହିଁ ମୁଁ ରହିଲିଏ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ଅସରା ହୁଅନ୍ତାଈଶ୍ୱର ଙ୍କୁ ମାଗି ଚାଲି ଥିଲି ।।।
These poems
On my islet of lonely momentsWhere there had been-Rains of half-swallowedBones of good timeAnd flesh of evil desiresOn the stale shy platesOf insatiable hunger,And there lies an old mansionWhere dwell the strangeAnd deadly ghosts of my killersNever recognized and who deviseNewer tricks each day.
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Take a bath
In its vast blue
Heart-throbbing.
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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 ।।
Life can’t reach there where
An architect of modern thinking.
ତୁମକୁ ମୁଁ ଭେଟିବା କୁ ଆସି
ତୁମକୁ ପାଇଲି ନାହିଁଯଦିବା ଥିଲ ତୁମର ଆପଣା କକ୍ଷରେ,ଭାବୁଥିଲି, ପହଞ୍ଚିବା ପରେ ଖାଲିତୁମକୁ ଭେଟିବି ।।ଆଉ କାହା ଆଖି, ମୁହଁ, ଦେହମୋ ଆଖିରେ ପଡ଼ିବା ଆଗରୁତୁମ ନୀଳ ଚାହାଣୀ ରେନିଜକୁ ଧୋଇବି-ପହିଲେ ଧୋଇବି ମୋ’ରଭିତରର ଧୂଳି ଧୂସରିତସ୍ମୃତି ଆଉ ଛାତି ଗାଲିଚା କୁ! !
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.
I live next door,
The compound wallSeparating us.I smellthe soup you cookEvery dinner.I seeThe bones you throwEvery lunch.I hearThe music of utensilsEvery day..Yet my kidsfeed on stale rice,And stomach full ofFree water,For I never liedI never stole,I never picked any stuffThat was not mine,And I loved to remain as I amI remained poor,For I was a lover-A lover of…
It’s so difficult to share
Sandwiched between pains and pleasures.
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Sing with it
Like a tiny kid
Thrilling.
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Laughter is the cosmic tune of love
In the face of an estranged mirror.
Who cares if you exist
Ladders used till climbing ends.
Love
Look at itWith all your heartPassionate.
Heart inside a pretty box
Moons keep waxing and waning.
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 ।।
ଭାରି ଭଲ ଲାଗିଥାନ୍ତା ଯଦି
ସବୁ ରାତିସବୁ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେକେବଳ ତୁମରି ମୁହଁଆଖିରେ ପଡ଼ନ୍ତା –ଆଉ କାହା ତାହାଣୀ କୁଛୁଇଁବା ଆଗରୁ!ହେଲେ,ଦୁନିଆରେ ଏଡ଼େ ଭାଗ୍ୟସଭିଙ୍କ କପାଳେ କ’ଣଲେଖା ହୋଇ ଥାଏ ଯେ-ମୁଁ ଭେଟନ୍ତିତୁମକୁ ମୋଚାହିଁବା ଲଗ୍ନ ରେ! !
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Lit it up
With moonshine of sacrifices
Glowing.
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Here….
Emanating off the pyreOf my dreams shatteredOf my desires crumbledI am burning onIn the self-made bedOf thorny longings,Of shimmy belongings,Of my unspelt promises,Of my unuttered truths.With these smokes of uncertainty,Vapours of dilemmas,Charcoals of fireBones of my existenceAnd flesh of presence,I disperseInto the blue of the space,Into the blue of the ocean,Into the black hole ofEternal…
Apes are those who imitate
And never supposed to have.
A day on this planet
Warmongers of Earth turn flat.
Life’s ways are diverse
And pains of separationhave ever been a toyon the sands of timewriting and wiping a way.In search of anonymitysince I was a boy,Lost in the crowds of lonelystars in the milky wayShores of Oceans betweenYou, me and the smiles coy.Wings get tiredat the end of each day,Paths are never tiedTo the destinies we try,Hopes make…
The reverse reflections of remnants
yet to hit the mind.
A poem is a moment’s spark
into the timeless, divine journey to eternity.
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Poured on grave
Brings life back Earth.
Rejuvenating.
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କାଲି ପୁଣି ତମକୁ ଭେଟିବି
ମୋ ମନ କୁ କରୁଛି ଚଞ୍ଚଳଆଜି ସବୁ ପ୍ରିୟ ମୁହଁ ଥିଲାଚାରି ଆଡେ ହସ ଖୁସୀହେଲେ ମନ ଅଥୟ, ଉତ୍ତାଳ….ରାତି ପାହିବାକୁ ଅଛି ଡେରିତୁମ କଥା ମନେ ପଡିଭାଙ୍ଗି ଯାଏ ନିଦ ବାର ବାର-କବର କୁ ଯିବି ଯେତେବେଳେଯଦି ତମେ ମନେ ପଡକାଳ ନିଦ ଭାଙ୍ଗିବ କେ ମୋର?
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,…
Motherhood-
It is an art of listening togetherThe sweetest cry of a baby,The habit of lovingThe toothless tender suckingChanging gradually into a byte.The weathering of bachelorhoodInto a selfless season of wear and tearThe spontaneous jump of two lust bathed soulsInto a red hot pyre of dedicated churnFor the elixir of parenthood.
Just drink her honey, go.
Who cares an empty bottle?
ବାସୀ ବିଛଣା ର
ଆମ ଗଲା ରାତି ସ୍ମୃତି,ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେ ଅଙ୍ଗ ରେଏ ଗୋପନ ଦାଗଗଲା ବସନ୍ତ ର ଗୀତି ।।
Little did I know then
Something,Somewhere,Anytime,Was but like the first vomitsThat often follow pregnancy.Yes..May be I wasImpregnated.And I can never escapeThe birth of a babyOff me, my womb,Whether I allow it to growInto a full grownand mature oneOr deprive it,Just try to miscarry-I have to deliver itwith a pain,The pain of deliveringMy first poem.
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Of vermilion paint
On widow’s deserted forehead.
Humming-song.
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How many days have you
How often have you dearCajoled the dreams of my nights? ?How much have you wettedMy chest in thy drops of tear?How often have you revealedThe secret pains that life did deliver? ?It has not been a weekAfter we did meet!You have become all, and myEverything, the Queen of my heart! !
ତୁମେ ନ ଥିବା ର
କେବେ ସଖୀ ଦେଖି ନାହିଁ,ମୋ ସାରା ଜଗତଭରା, ପ୍ରୀତି ଗୀତେ-ମିଳନ ର ସାହାନାଇ ।।
My poems are
Put in the words,Just to speak onto your heart,Just to whisper into your ears,That you are mine.And I am a poetDipped in the sea of dreams,Living in an eternal thirstOf the rain of your presenceOn the valley of my heart.I am yet to knowIf you know it-But I believeThe crescent moon in the night skyThe…
Love
Enjoyed, not played,On unseen grounds, hearts,Spontaneous.
କାଲି ତମେ ବରାଦ କରିଛ,
ଯେ ଯାଏ ଯାଇଚ ତମେ ଛୁଇଁ,ତମ ପ୍ରେମ ନୀଳ ମୋହର ରେ…ଆଉ ଏବେ ପାରିବି ନି ରୋକିମୋ ମନ ର ଆବେଗ ଉଚ୍ଛ୍ୱାସ,ଏ କଲମ ଯିବନି ଅଟକି,କେବେ ଆଉ ହେବନି ଅବଶ…ମିଳିଗଲା ଏ ନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷରେ-ତୁମ ପ୍ରେମ ସବୁଜ ସଂକେତ,ମିଳିଗଲା ମୋ ଛାତି କାଗଜେପ୍ରଣୟ ର ନୀଳ ଦସ୍ତଖତ…
ଆଜି ଭାରି ଉଦାସ ଲାଗୁଛି,
ଖୋଲିବା ଵେଳଠୁତମ କଥାବାର ବାର ମନରେ ଆସୁଛି,ଲାଗୁଛି ଯେମିତି ଆଉଦେଖା ହେବ ନାହିଁ ।।ତମେ ବୋଧେଆଜି ଟିକେ ବିଷର୍ଣ ରହିଛ…ସବୁବେଳେ ଖୁସି ଖୁସି ଥିବା ତମମୁହଁର ଆକାଶେମେଘ ଢଙ୍କା କାଳିମା ବୋଳିଛ…କାହା ସହ ଜମା ବେଶୀକଥା ହେଉନାହିଁ,ଆଗ ପରି ଚଳଦଳ,ଚପଳ, ଚଞ୍ଚଳସେମିତିକା ଆଜି ଜମା ନାହଁ ।।ଇଏ ବୋଧେଅନାଗତ ଦୂରତାରଆଗୁଆ ସଙ୍କେତ….କିଛିଦିନ ପାଇଁ ଆମେଦୂରେ ଦୂରେ ପୁଣିଥରେବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ ଚେଷ୍ଟା କରିବାରଆଖି ଆଉ ଓଠ ର ପହଞ୍ଚ-ସୀମା ଆର ପାରେକିଛି କାଳ ଆଉ ଥରେବଞ୍ଚିବାକୁ ହେବ…ଏ ତାହାର ସବୁଜ…
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Fill it up
With Suns of hopes
Aspiring.
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Darkness is nothing
A shadow ofimperfectionsin the world ofbeing with you,in the world ofbelonging to you,in the world ofbeing a part ofthe essencethat constitutesthe core ofour existence.When the curtain-of darkness falls,It fillsa sense of emptiness,a desperate hollownessdeep within heartthat sings a songof lonelinessreverberating throughoutthe dark cavernsof the soul.At this hour of duskthe pale and cold skyCries fora handful…
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.
Wars are fought in minds
For the Hares had never been their friends!
ତୁମ ସହ
ପୂର୍ବ ଲଗ୍ନ, ଏକାନ୍ତ ବେଳା ରେ-ଲାଳସା ର ଏରୁଣ୍ଡି ବନ୍ଧ କୁକେବେ ବି ଡେଇଁ ନଥିବାରମ୍ୟ ଅଜଗର-ଦେହାତୀତ ଅରଣ୍ୟ ରନି8ସଙ୍ଗ ଅନ୍ଧାରୁଅଜାଣତେ ଚାଲି ଆସେକାମନା ର ରୂପା ଜରିଓଢଣୀ ଫାଙ୍କ ରୁଲୁଚି ଲୁଚି ଦେଖିବା ରଅନୂଢା ଯୌବନ,ଲଜ୍ଜାରୁଣ ଶୂନ୍ୟତା ରସବୁ ସନ୍ଧି ସ୍ଥଳ ।।ଫିଟିଯାଏ ସବୁତକଗୋପନ ଗୁମର,ନଦୀ ଜଳ-ନୀଳ ଶାଢୀ ଛାଡିତରବରେ ପିନ୍ଧି ନିଏ ଅନ୍ତର୍ବାସଗୋଳିଆ ରଙ୍ଗ ର ।।
When lips are many
The day of deathof a state comesfor, democracyfails to flourishbut chaos grows.
Love discovered the heart
to contain and consume it.
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Of hopes, desires-dreams
On deserts of blind.
Revivifying.
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War is a dark chalk that strikes
Written on human mind.
Laughter is a slippery path
Right at the perplexed moment you are cornered.
War is a forest fire
Burning every green buds of future.
Darkness is nothing
A shadow ofimperfectionsin the world ofbeing with you,in the world ofbelonging to you,in the world ofbeing a part ofthe essencethat constitutesthe core ofour existence.When the curtain-of darkness falls,It fillsa sense of emptiness,a desperate hollownessdeep within heartthat sings a songof lonelinessreverberating throughoutthe dark cavernsof the soul.At this hour of duskthe pale and cold skyCries fora handful…
Words originate
swim acrossthe still watersof dumb wordlessness.Silence shatteredas the tongue utters.
How popular these monkeys
Gandhi has left this worldA century ago.But the three monkeysGifted to himYears ago came back aliveTo speak to the world.The new World OrderBorn with Olive branchesFollowed by Atom bombsOn innocent kids and womenwho never hated any alien country.These monkeys started speakingTo each other about alien peopleAbout their achievementsAgainst the crimes without the names.The first monkey…
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Grow it up
With lattices of faith
Rapturous.
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(1)
In my ears of longingThose few secrets of loveHighly inspiring and touching…Your words were strange,Over the hours of your stay,Underneath those verses of careRoses of my last dream did lay!Lots of pleasure and loadsOf pain we had undergoneVeiled within those momentsEngulfing my heart lovelorn!After you spoke about her,Never could I believe, nor did IDare bypassing…
When directors are many
The day of deathof a state comesfor, democracyfails to flourishbut degeneration starts.
ଆଜି ଆମେ
ସମୟ ର ସାଗର ବେଳା ରେ,କାଲି ଥିଲେଆପଣା ରପାଶେ ପାଶେ, ଦେହ ରେ, ମନ ରେ।
This world…
So difficult to bear with,Had it been so easyLike sending some money!When someone undergoesAn accident,People meet himAt his bed-At home or the hospitalAnd console himWith comforting words,And leave him aloneTo his fate, throwingA few coins to this event.A circus dog withinWags the tail of gratitude.But, is the problem over?Life runs ahead –The lame lags.This world…So…
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 ।।
Your memories
Heaps of sadness,Surges of darkness.The wild cry of griffinRushed aroundThe black cliff ofMy heart’s voyageIn sea, storm and ice.
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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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We all look for approval,
Friends that blow hot or cold,Or never come around.Make due with yourself,Do what’s right and bounce,That’s what really counts.
Do good
Kicked and insulted.Do badAnd you getReelected!I don’t recognizeThis Country,Anymore!It must be some placeIn outer spaceWhere lives,A mutant raceThat decency,And conviviality,Just ignore,While Love is hungTo die,Outside the door.
I miss the very sound of Love,
The looks of love, those never said,As emptiness took place instead,The pain and suffering linger on,As silence wins and dreams are gone.as
I’m tired now,
Of this weird Life,So full of stuff,You toil and sweat,You take all bets,And at the End,It’s all regrets,The empty hands,The loveless nights,The chilling fog,‘Turn off the Lights’
When I think
And the Ones,That stayed behind,The dearly, dearlyBeloved,That no longerCan be mine,All the memoriesFold overAnd they grip me,My heart tie,And my feelingsBecome painfulAnd I give myselfA cry.Oh the TimesThat are no longer,How they hurt!Those times gone byOnly Memories, fold overWith some tearsThat never dry.
I gave you form
Now,Will you be faithfulTo me,Oh, Love of my Life,How will we balanceEach other?Without evenKnowing one another,That’s whyI love to write,I think that is whereAnswers, to so manyMysteries, daringly,Lie.
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Not always apparent,
Not always found,
For sometimes it’s too deeply buried,
In the ground.
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Poetry,
Would be like being deaf,For from you,The sweetest, saddest,Music from the soulWas immortalized,Verbally.
You are my perfect Poem,
An un-poetic Life,Is very sad, you know.We all have to be Dreamers,And love, as Life moves on,We All need much affection,Before all life is gone.You are my perfect Poem,I owe it all to you,Without your Love’s perfection,What would I be or do?
Happy, sad
So, the PendulumOf Life!Dare we askWhy?
To become really initiated,
But really authenticated,Poetry must be recited,Out Loud!For All it’s Intensity,And all it’s Immensity,It must be recited,Out Loud!
Even though, I have solved nothing,
Or at least think, I have.I cannot take anything for granted,In this world there isSo much deceit and bluff.More Time passes,More I realize,That you are your own world,Looking in from the outside.As a great Spanish philosopher once said:‘I am I, and my circumstances’We are All so Alone,In this tearful valley called Life.
Why look for the truth?
Truth has been murderedBy the very ones that said,They held Her, firmly,In their closed fist.
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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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Everyday I try,
Of humble pie,To meditate and learn,To create dreams,And not my bridges burnNot to turn my eye,Away from injustice,Condemn, those that lie,Project and Love Beauty,Using Poetry’s endless urn,Until the day, I die.
UNBELIEVABLE!
Weaves its webs,And traps its Fools,Around spinning spools.
Ah, to be just Love,
To be immolated, sacrificedAt Venus’s merciless pyre,The burning Fire of desire!LOVE!A feeling all encompassing,Tremendous!Far Above,All mortal comprehension,The fourth dimension!Oh Love,Renaissance, Rebirth,Of everything on Earth!
Aqui esta todo mi llanto,
porque te quiero tanto!Here are all my tears,Take them, they’re yours,Because I love you so.
Are Laurel and Hardy around?
TV channels with the telephone,Wondering why oh why, can’t I,Everything now is upside down,I too, can crazy things try?Maybe one day,Even run for ‘President’I’m sure I will qualify.
As the day begins to ember,
Slowly, slowly, I remember,That I Love You, ‘when and why’,Not too long ago it happened,On a day I can’t recall,But that day the Heavens opened,And I heard of Love, the call,Ever since then I’ve adored you,Loving-Sweetness of my heart,You have given me the whole world,That’s what sets you, so apart.
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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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Observing and enjoying pleasure
In blooming flowerSinging twitter, buzzing sweeterWhile tasting and collecting nectar,In birds flying, singing; winds blowingBrook and spring flowingRhythmic rainingRainbow beautifying and flashingAnd the multi colors spreading.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/11/2017
Cuckoo sings coo, coo,
Continues the song.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │12 April,2018
Near the sand when is your yacht
You only hope for the victoryForgetting all probabilities of defeat,Yet defeat may comeBe alert of all the intruders.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza| 5 December,2017
Yours
TheirsWards,With mercy seeThese facts, leaders!AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
You said, ‘You are a democrat’
I am a citizen, so I am meYou can do thisBut not that,But I can do this and that;If I do wrongs, you can punish meIf you do wrongs, you are not democrat.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 19November,2017
With Love And Care – 1
With love and careOn stoneSoft flowerCan be grown.
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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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I Wonder
How different sizes, shapes and colors!How vast the each layer!With how true the complexities!O, Maker, how You are!Creator of these unlimited diversitiesWhose each point makes me wonder.
Tom and his friend Qems
They are so attractedEating, reading forget,Yem, ‘Is it anyway, good? ‘Hem, ‘It is no way good.’
See
KnowKnown,Yet I’ve questionsOf not seen, known.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
The Great Poet – Haiku
To know great poetSee who write well for mankind,Write for real truth.
(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…
Check
LookViews,To decide andThen truly speak.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –6…
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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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With cruel nails, big wings mighty eagle
Hunts and hunts facing no troubleQuick flying, catching expert,Even hunting humanHas no confusion.About:Reza syllabic Verse (Edited, Revised And Additional Version) :– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
RARe Stanza – Close And Far
MarsEarthCloseBirth,DissimilarTheir some features.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –6 Lines…
One Of The Trials In Islam
Giving birth a bastard, an illicit child in IslamIs a notorious committing and an act of grave crime,And its punishment is the highest sentenceAs the illicit couple throw it to the low class;For that the new born is not responsibleAll responsibilities go to the illicit couple,That’s why Islam does bring the couple under trialAnd exactly…
As you see there is a great fall
Let us love each other and all,It has a great power see you willUnder one condition is that it must be realThen we all will laugh you as well.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
Treat the truth as truth
Do not mix one with otherDo not be hypocrite.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 18 December,2017
(Blood In Allegory)
They are the tradersTrading only bloodAnd storing money,The stored money is cursing the universe.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │24 January,2018
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Laugh
Well;
It is tonic
Healing enough.
About
RARe Stanza:
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1)lines stand on the last 2 (4-4)lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 27 June,2018
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RARe 2nd Stanza – What Coronavirus Hates
Clear houseTowns, carsThings, schoolClear allIt seems this is clearanceHates coronavirus.AboutRARe 2nd Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Next door
Share themHelp them;ResponsibilityThis is why human for.AboutRARe 2nd Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
In The Age Of Technology – 8
In this age of technologyThe courts passIllicit love and homosexuality,In the lower animalsAre not seen vices like these.
Found some ready information,
Then got the task of composition,Based on a well foundation.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 31 December,2017
RARe Stanza – All Will Get Lost
SoGood!SoCute!But will get lostIn right time, ho!
The Key To Well Philosophy – 3
Why have those dreadful weapons been made?Why are those poisonous weapons so praised?Why are those cursed weapons aimed at humans?Why do you wanna harm and damn humans?What you feel, they do also feelHunger you feel, they also do feelLuxury you pull, but they are quite coolAngry you are, as humans they may have some foul;You…
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Have
Fruit,
Sweet, sweet and sweet
No bitter taste.
About
RARe Stanza:
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │30 May,2018
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How beautiful the flowers!
Let’s be its loversForgetting all that harder;This forgetting harderWill help us to be mightierIn advancing with truthWith the muse of real mirth.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 19 December,2017
For whimsical interests you do wrongs
For self gaining you tell lieIn oppressing scale you are high,For capricious interests you snatch rights of otherEven do not hesitate to murderYou declare yourselves all doerIn destroying scale you are obviously super.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 06/18/2017
I Love You
My heart beats means calling You,I breathe in and outEvery time it means calling YouPressing a love sign in brain, mindSounds, ‘I love You, ‘So my existence calls, ‘I love You.’
Pain – 1
Pain in heartPain in mindPain in brainPain in bodyWhere to apply balm?No correct answer still has come.
Life # 2
Don’t hitDon’t be hitLife will be quite great.
Love is tender
No difficultiesEasy to form and transfer;Love is suitable,Love is beautiful,As transparentAnd spotless diamond.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 1 January,2018
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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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I know I am
Being wined and dined,Answering the usual questionsThat come to white mindWhich seeks demurelyTo Probe in polite wayThe why and wherewithalOf darkness U.S.A.–Wondering how things got this wayIn current democratic night,Murmuring gentlyOver fraises du bois,‘I’m so ashamed of being white.’The lobster is delicious,The wine divine,And center of attentionAt the damask table, mine.To be a Problem onPark…
To fling my arms wide
To whirl and to danceTill the white day is done.Then rest at cool eveningBeneath a tall treeWhile night comes on gently,Dark like me-That is my dream!To fling my arms wideIn the face of the sun,Dance! Whirl! Whirl!Till the quick day is done.Rest at pale evening…A tall, slim tree…Night coming tenderlyBlack like me.
You and your whole race
You and your whole race.Look down upon the town in which you liveAnd be ashamed.Look down upon white folksAnd upon yourselvesAnd be ashamedThat such supine poverty exists there,That such stupid ignorance breeds children thereBehind such humble shelters of despair—That you yourselves have not the sense to careNor the manhood to stand up and sayI dare…
I work all day,
Myself a house to buy.I work all day,Said Simple John,But Pierrot wondered why.For Pierrrot loved the long white road,And Pierrot loved the moon,And Pierrot loved a star-filled sky,And the breath of a rose in June.I have one wife,Said Simple John,And,faith,I love her yet.I have one wife,Said Simple John,But Pierrot left Pierrette.For Pierrot saw a world…
I’ve known rivers:
flow of human blood in human veinsMy soul has grown deep like the rivers.I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were youngI 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…
I’m all alone in this world, she said,
Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand—The truth of the matter’sI ain’t got no man.Big Boy opened his mouth and said,Trouble with you isYou ain’t got no head!If you had a head and used your mindYou could have me with youAll the time.She answered, Babe, what must I do?He said, Share your bed—And your money,…
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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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old men rust and creak,
wrinkle into their chairstill neither is one….having paid every pennyof the price of life,rung up, and forgotten…..shadows without purpose,untouched in the cold.every brick laid seamless,without distinction,or identity….old men wrinkle into their chairs,and no one knows.
i looked deep in my heart….
a peacemaker, and a clown.i saw an activist, an apathetic ghoul,a healer, and a killer.i saw Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, and King…i saw Hitler, Manson, Bush, and Cheney.i saw JFK, i saw Oswald,i saw the shooter in the distance.i saw the monk immoliated,and the napalm skies.i saw equality and prejudice,i saw compassion and indifference.i saw the…
i am nothing more
sharing table scrapsthrown out by the rich,with mongrel dogs…barking and howling,and peeing on dreams,in the alleys of the soul.a blind plumberfixing the leaks,for a cola and a can of beans.an old man sipping brandywith tired ghosts,a child left alonewith discovery!i am the hand you reach for,the face you cannot understand.the tear you buriedon your angry…
in the shadows
the men with the longknives wait;call them unholy, call themprophets, men of vision,men of change…soldiers of the grey kingdom,where nothing is revealed.every starving child,every bomb droppedon indiscriminate huts…every girl baby aborted,every young boy sent to prisonfor his education…every young girl boughtfor an hour, used like a rag,and tossed aside….for miles and miles of oceanspoisoned by…
if i could find
i’d send you all the thingsi’ve seen, i’ve felt, and i’ve known…all the tiny wonders,all the precious moments,all the touching, crying, kissing,holding and believing…all the joy, sadness, struggle,miracles, and weeping…all the raw beauty,all the truth and dignity,all the hopes of freedom…wrapped in a cardboard boxcovered with many colored paper,tied up with ribbons of soul…postage paid…
that beast within,
of our unspoken desires;that swallows darknesswith sexual intensity,that drools in our dreams.the face of all the hatredsand prejudices we abhor….that hungers for blood….that stalks the hollow man,who wears our bodies….and sleeps with our women….that beast, whose very existencewe deny, whose name we darenot speak… diseased and stinking….yet when we take his withered hand,a change occurs,…
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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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There is no partiality in the eyes of the Creator and,
For we are the beauty pair around this area.Laura, of the breath of love that carried the nervous laughter;But, i am here to stay on your love.I am alive today because of you!And i will live my life with you forever.
Why are you staggering like a drunkard? ! !
For the law is now setting eyes in you and,I will wait for Ludmilla my witness.
I ran ahead of the world with my mind and,
But one day they will look back and ask of me,Because my visions and imaginations are really what they need!
Slence is the best answer to a fool!
For tis world is not as you do see it,And it means a lot in many ways.There is more hatred among people than love,But we all have to do our best in putting things right;For this world is all that we have as at now,And we all need a better footing for doing the thing.
Of a year wasted in a foreign land trying to learn a language,
But, where is this future leading me to?I have no money oin my pocket and,Where is the future for me?September 6th results,Like a clip of an artwork to the universe;But to Managua and Nicaragua,Here is my voice again with a bitter heart to write my muse.Man oh man!Boy oh boy!This style of living over here…
I am sworn in and made a citizen of another land,
And i need Brandon to guide me on through the rules of this land.
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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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Prior,
Enforce! !Placed under your pillow is my picture;But your neighbour is unauthorized to see it.Of the hard objects and the sharp objects,More and more with heavy metals to respect your muse!But placed under your pillow is my image,Because i am always on your mind! !
Yesterday, today and forever;
But with that which is well pleasing to beautiful minds.The ultimate result is what you need and,I am here to entertain strangers;Like the earth which drinks in the rain.The nuclear war is at hand but my mind will still write,For the lampstand on the table needs the showbread.Yesterday was accordind to the first veil,And today…
Depart, art, part, dear, read, ear, dart, eat, pad, ate, tar, pet, era, at, rat, tea, tear, tap, pear!
And like the sweet act of your love in the land of your muse with the roses of love.
Find a place of rest with my love and be like,
For your tackle is loosed and,I will like to take my bath together with you in heaven.Your stream of love are now turned into pitches,And like the cormorant, owl, raven and the pelican watching!For Idumea is closer to my heart like Edom,But Edo and Ado will visit Ido tonight!So come and share your love with…
You may have avery nice idea but,
You may have a wonderful idea but,It takes time for it to be fulfilled!It will sound like insurmountable but,You will surely fulfil this dream one day.It is like something that has never been seen before,And like something that no one has done before;And of the visionary that lifts up technology!Bit it takes time to bring…
Oh, Ethel!
I am crying deeply inside me so,There are no tears to see on my face;For your sweet love of romance had gone too soon.There are miracles in every situation in life,And i will keep on keeping on with my dreams;And i will live on to respect the future.
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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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Grave looters ans shop lifters,
But it started from the family and,I don’t need flowers on my grave because i am lonely.I wonder where you are and,Of the grave looters and the shop lifters;But when the night falls,Love makes sweet songs to my muse.I don’t need words from my window because,You will see my nakedness and be attracted;For i am…
Sings and signals,
But you are already 28 years of age and,You have to learn better from the people around you.Hope is like the muse of your love because,You are a lovely lady;But you still have to learn from the best teachers around you.
MQ-1 Predator,
But when will you dropp down the bomb? !MQ-1 Predator,I am about to clean up my body;And to dry up before bed,But when will you dropp down the bomb? !MQ-1 Predator,Tears have no answer to your call!But i still do feel that you are spying on me.
Much has changed since the creation of the universe,
The answer may be ‘Yes’ or ‘No’,But just open your eyes and do tell me the truth.Were there any nuclear weapons from the beginning?Then, why produce them now to eradicate all mankind?
You don’t have what i need,
But she saw him standing alone and,She appraoched him with her love.
Come and save me from the hands of the wicked for,
And i know how you can save me on this situation.Arpad is your name and you’ve saved many!So come and help me on this issue over here.
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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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I am Anthony and,
But i do have deep respect for you!And it is like a drink of cold water in a very hot day.
You are like the zoology that i learnt at school,
And like the hypothetical act to expose your muse.Tell me, do you allow your cat to guard your fried fish? !Then think twice;For the abnegation of one’s life is like the bush on fire!I am Moro, and i have the words of my mind;But your body is like the zoology that i learnt in school.
How does it grow up when you don’t water it?
Because you need the fruits of this growing seed,And like the words of your neighbour with your muse.
News items are obtained from eyewitnesses,
So come and show me your true love, Idriss.To tell the story like it is and,To love you with all my heart;So Idriss, come and show me your true love.Of the present event full of history and,Of the true love that we have to share;Come! And do not be a by-stander on this love.
How can i see without love?
How can i walk without love?How can i eat without love?You are all that i need to make me real all day long.
Cry, laugh or sleep for the days ahead;
But hold on to your virginity like Virginia State in the U.S.A.This subject will arose your anxiety,But don’t be deceived to the facts on the ground;Because we know the problems associated with promiscous sex.Vibe of a groovy shade,And like the dead end of life to many!But what eluded the cat also eluded the mouse,And the…
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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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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.
Some people claim not to drink alcohol but,
So, who is learning from whom?The hamattan is in and i am feeling cold,But i am waiting for Howard my lover to come in;For he is like the summer on this love.I will never say no and i will kiss him all over,And like the glorious heart of an oak;For i have learnt a lot…
Do not eat the eagle, vulture, kite and the falcon;
Do not eat the seagull, stock osprey and the hawlk;For they are all unclean to your health.Of an emission of semen to the love of an ovary,Thereafter comes a baby into this world;But try to teach your child the truth about life.Do not eat the mole, large lizard, gecko and the monitor lizard;Do not eat…
Yesterday you were my sweet lover and today,
But tomorrow comes and, you will bear my children.This will be the results of the passion of a sweet romance,With red, yellow and blue winds all over us!But do take care of the green cloud above us,For the journey of any sweet love starts with two!The passion of love and of a lovely young woman…
You will surely drink from the cup of my love,
For you are Mamagila and,I will respect this muse of yours always.
Children abandon their fathers are known by their neighbourhood,
For the computer chip in my brain is full of words and imaginations!So log on to my wisdom when you need my help,For you are sensitive enough to know what is right or wrong.
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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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HE struck me!
my name,Came into my office repeating the same,And talked for a moment of this and of that;Remarked that he thought I was putting on fat;Referred to the weather, repeated a taleThat I laughed at because ’twas exceedingly stale,And then when I said: ‘I am busy today,Whatever you’ve come for I wish you would say;’He struck…
Oh, we have shipped his Christmas box with ribbons red ’tis tied,
But he must miss the kisses true and all the laughter gayAnd he must miss the smiles of home upon his Christmas Day.He’ll spend his Christmas ‘neath the Flag; he’ll miss each merry face,Old Glory smiling down on him must take his mother’s place,Yet in the Christmas box we’ve sent, in fancy he will findThe…
Ma has every confidence in Pa,
He’s not at all like some folks’ husbands are,Whose conduct very often is a fright.She says that she can trust him anywhereAn’ know he’d never think of doing wrong,But when he meets a widow, young an’ fair,Ma never leaves them chatting very long.Ma never has a single doubt of Pa,An’ she is very thankful, too,…
If I had youth I’d bid the world to try me;
Though mountains stood in silence to defy me,I’d try to make them subject to my skill.I’d keep my dreams and follow where they led me;I’d glory in the hazards which abound.I’d eat the simple fare privations fed me,And gladly make my couch upon the ground.If I had youth I’d ask no odds of distance,Nor wish…
If nobody smiled and nobody cheered and nobody helped us along,
strong,If nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me,And we stood all alone to the battle of life, what a dreary old world itwould be!If there were no such a thing as a flag in the sky as a symbol ofcomradeship here,If we lived as the animals live in the woods,…
SINCE I have done my best, I do
Prepared for judgment when men viewThe labor of my heart and hand.If good, then happy I shall be,If not, contented I’ll abide,And though the prize is not for me,My joy shall be in having tried.Since I have done my best, there isNo cause for me to sit and sigh,Although the laurel wreath I miss,My eyes…
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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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I do not understand it, nor can I say about it,
Come that some day,When I shall tell you,What I had before?Now the time is comeAnd they like not to write letters,Write and post them and drop down into the mail-boxesMeant for these,Nor do the post-men take care of to deliver most urgently.What a day has come,You say it to me;You say it to me,Will they…
At your first glance,
At your first glance.Ask me not,How is it possible?It is possible,It is possible, madam,Everything can happen it hereIn love.I saw you, you saw meAnd love was born,Did you understand?
Images and ideas,
Remembrances and reminiscences.
Gandhi, do not think you
Against you,Not all,Not all,Everywhere some areWhich is but the truth.So, keeping in view the petition,The petition of the petitioners,Campaigners,Engage,Engage you please some good layers and pleadersMaybe it some of them are your disciples,Disciples,Just search, search with your specs,The searching specsAnd you will find,Find the Ghanaians helping you,Helping our out of.Gandhi, we love you, love you,They…
I giving thanks to you and you to you
Someday.My poetry I shall read lying in my arm chairAnd your poetry you will lying in your arm chair,Calling ourselves great poets and poetesses.I shall call in an adman for anchoringAnd my book will be launched as thusWith the media personalities sitting before.Maybe it that the book will not see the press,But will be released…
Born in Loni, Burhanpur, Lahore, Punjab in the then time British India, in 1937
After the partition moved to India,Studying at many places through different mediums,Did his post-graduation in EnglishFrom Govt. College, Ludhiana, University of PunjabTo qualify for the IPS examination finally in 1958And the posting and its aftermath took himTo Dehradun, Meerut, Agra, Barabanki, Farrukhabad, Lucknow and Ranikhet,And from there to the Cabinet SecretariatTo the RAWTo National Commission…
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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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اِس کھیل کا انداز بدلتے نہیں دیکھا
میں بن گیا پریتم تو بنو تم بھی تو پریتیلے آؤ وہ پھل پِھر جسے بابا نے تھا چکھاہر لمحہ نیا کچھ کوئی لائے بھلا کیسےکمبخت نے پن میں نیا کچھ نہیں رکھاNoveltyThere is no novelty in the old gameNature has written it with love my dameWhen I am one of Adams be one of…
Aysa mausam agar aaya hay to tumbhi aate,
Meri bechainy badhate mujhe bekal karte,Hosh hota to yeh kehta mujhe pagal karte,Main kadi dhoop mein zinda hoon agar tum chate,Zindigi thodi si aasan to ho hi jati,Dilkashi phir meri mehman to hi jati,Bojh se halki meri jan to ho hi jati,Zara rote zara hanste zara humbhi gate,Zindigi talkh sahi phir bhi bitate tum ho,Maine…
I see her, I feel her and I touch her,
She always comes to wipe my tears,When I am unhappy with the truth,I love a lie and the lie is molded,In a beautiful girl, a beloved,I bring smooth and shining clay,Add my tears and make the dough,Add my blood for a pinkish shade,I put the dough on a wheel of thoughts,I enjoy then making the…
I saw a color that enchanted my eyes
the color entered in me.I saw an aroma that hypnotized my nostrilsI brought my nostrils too close to it,the aroma entered in me.I saw pink delicacy that mesmerized my lipsI brought my lips too close to it,the delicacy entered in me,I then listened to a melody coming from my insideI brought my ears too close…
Your vision is scattered I feel your presence,
But I want to feel your presence in the human hearts,May I know the reasons of your absence?I want you as a rose in my bosom,With an aroma can you ever blossom?
Time of parting is approaching, it’s close,
that’s all I need, you have turned your face!Come back sweetheart you know your place,I know your hairs are silk and shining,but the eyes with a red and wink lining!what are you hiding are these your tears?I don’t understand your doubts and fears!Turn, let me write a promise on your lips,in the new world too,…
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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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এ ভুল কোন ভুল নয় (New Style)
তোমারও অদেখা অচেনা নয়,ধরেও ধরতে পারনি এ পাখিতাই তো তোমার খাঁচা শূন্য রয় ।বুঝেও তুমি বুঝ না,বুঝবার জন্য যা দরকারতোমার কাছে তা থেকেওতোমার ঝুলি রিক্ত রয় ।এ ভুল কোন ভুল নয়তোমারও অচেনা অজানা নয়,বাজিয়েও বাজাতে পার নি এ তারতাই তো তোমার গান বেসুরা হয় ।বেঁচে থেকেও তুমি বাঁচ নাবাঁচবার জন্য যা দরকার হয়,তোমার কাছে থেকেওতোমার…
Oh! Teacher, Oh! Teacher,
and I become your Teacher.Before I teach youI would bring the magic stickto turn difficult lessontoo easy and systematic.I would go from the road of Americato the kingdom of Athenato change the pedagogyto bring the Heuristicproject of John Dewy.Before advising one social moral quality.I would advice you to visualize one humanity.To liveand let livein harmonyexplaining…
চোখ মুখ নাক কান সবই ছিল
শুঁয়োপোকা গুঁটি গুঁটি কাছে গেলাম তাকালামভেবেছিলাম কিছু বলবো হবে বুদবুদ কথোপকথনমনের ভেতরে যে আগুন তা থেকে যে উৎপন্ন হীরাতা দিয়ে তার মধ্যে আলোর ফলাবো প্রতিফলনআমার আগুঙ্কে দ্বিগুণ করে তার স্থিমিত ইস্প্রিহায় জ্বালাবো আগুনকিন্তু সে জ্বলবে কি সে তো হিম পাথর কাঠআমার হীরা দেখে তার চোখ চড়কগাছ স্থির পাহাড়গালফুলে তাল পিঠা ডালপুরিমুখফুলে লাউ বাতাবি লেবুদৃষ্টি নির্বাক…
They come and say
It leads to the whimsAnd fancies of the poetSome are more aggressiveAnd say poetry is prohibitedAs it is far from realityAnd highly imaginativeThis is one side of the coinAnd the view is very myopicLife is very complicatedSo poetry isIt is very difficult to defineAnd man to man poetry variesTo some it is meant to celebrateTo…
Be happy to think that a plagiarist
Rather secretly makes you proudThat you are a thinker
Two houses
two housesold and dilapidatedon the hillbuilt over the dead bodiesof reason and logiclive on thoseblind loveand parasite egosfeed on the bloodand cling on the wallof one eyed ideologyone belongs to youthe other to mecome out! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !breathe in the fresh airunder the severe painyour conscienceis dyingno more pretencethrow out…
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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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Man And Poem
Man work in green field, desertHave foodTake rest, sleepTalk, quarrelMake friendDo enmity;Man observe, think, dreamRun their streamsShort and longLight and deepSad and gladSilver and gold;EmotionallyWhimsicallyConsciouslyUnconsciouslyTheir pens write thoseSometimes, in poems;Once, I read a poemThat gave me deep impressionCaused me shed tears;Again, I read another oneGave me light impressionCaused me easy, smile.
Hymn For Morning Air
Morning air takes careOf my physical and mental healthAwakening me from dead bed whereFew moments backI was completely senseless,Morning air offersLots of serene scenes around meI enjoy these in open natureTo be near to You these help meTo open all my inner eyes.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 24 July, 2018
I see you, you see me
To open you and meThough always we cry hey! hey!But someone knows itWe should know That.
The Built House
I am a built houseI can change my some sizesBut not foundation.
Pain – 1
Pain in heartPain in mindPain in brainPain in bodyWhere to apply balm?No correct answer still has come.
They are thirsty
It is pollutedAnd poisonous,They are sufferedAnd in hopelessnessSeeing no landAnd no end of the seas.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/03/2017
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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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Family goes normal
Society goes normalI see happiness,Country goes normalI see happinessEnvironment goes normalI see happiness;Nature goes wellI get happiness,Everything goes wellI get happiness,World goes wellI get more happiness,Human and humanity go wellI get supreme happiness.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza| 28 November,2017
(The Allegory No. One)
Getting up in the mornGraze here and there all day longThe cattleNo thinking of legal and illegal;Day fallsTo sleep again in sheds they return.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │21 January,2018
Touch a touch, dear gardeners!
This garden will turn into green and goldOtherwise, it will turn into coal;As you see, it is fruitless, barrenAnd turning into desert.Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
Ease
FaceTruth,Soul needs to saveNo other case.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
We need much virtues
We no need vicesBut we have much,The dilemma isBut a poisonous tease
We Are In Nature
We are in home, at roomOutside nature is openWith everything we needFor our hunger to feed,My wise and ripped mind,With producing power it is madeYou can never do without itYou are much owe to it,It is to be by youIt is to teach youIt is to do useful youIt is to cause think you,What have…
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In a never ending
Embrace,
Full of beauty
Full of grace,
That nothing
Can replace.
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I feel,
I thinkThat’s why,I get intoTroubleAnd hardly ever,Maybe neverFollow,Majority’sLink.
Oh, my heart is tinged with Silence,
Looking for you in my darkness,Where you are, I do not know,All I know is that without you,Life has lost its vital glow,And the Embers of this Silence,Burn more than you’ll ever know.
What is uplifting
Why are we always searchingFor the ‘Cannot’Never satisfiedWith what we’ve gotSo many times, we createOur own hell,Believe it or not.
Is to die of Love,
Death of the spirit,Death of the soul,When you cannot,Love at all?
Could Poetry be
A different World,Crawling incessantly,Over reality?Unanswered Mystery,Is Poetry…
Lift the veils
Have answers!At timesMystery is quietA disagreeable pranksterThat encircles truth,And we find no answersTo so many of ourRuminating questionsLimited by the balustradeOf purposeful deceptionTo impede the conceptionOf clear and true ideasIn other words,The Truth,So hard to find,So hard to tell.And so,Life unfolds,Full of crackling doubtsAnd subversive questionsThat no one wants to answer,That always seemTo leave doubts,In…
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The immaculate conception
Of Rose and its thorn.
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The Age of Philosophers,
Dedication to thinking,A lost Caravan,Now Fraud and Fiction,Is the new Show in town,With Lies and Swindles,All over its crown.
Poetry and Love,
There are someThat are made,Just like that!
Poets are Magicians,
They have Intuition,Far beyond what’s real.
The right words
Can open doors,Spread good will,Give enemies a chill,Put on diplomatic frill,Good sentiments, spill,Make someone Happy,Give them a thrill,Connect human wires,Spread Love’s good will!
They’ve all got the devil in them,
Unbelievable, false language,Heretic rot flowing in their blood,Every politician’s name is Mud
When the Devil
So many weakFools,Listen and Follow,When ReasonAnd LoveSpeak,Only,The Pure of Heart,Follow.That is whyInstability,War and not PeaceAlways dominateAnd torment,Tomorrow.
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So easily, lost,
So painful to resign,
But always special,
And one of a Kind.
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When with you,
GlowingAll over, the placeThis LoveHas no face,Just Grace,Its calledPoetry.
I wish I had a Magic Word,
‘Love’ is the closest that I’ve heard,That has that magic sound.
Will we someday,
All our mistakes,How much harmWe have doneTo one another,As miserable,And dangerousFakes?How we have,Disabled,Hope,Turning againstEach other,Murdering faithIn one another,Not for one dayBut, maybe since,Forever!Will we, will we,Ever!Become Human?And maybe workTogether,To eliminateDestruction and Hate?If so,That will beOur most lovableAnd finest hour,Our greatest achievement,Equal to None.
Oh Poetry, Poetry,
Are you the spirit of the gods,That did survive, somehow?Are you their language, sweet and deep?Mythology’s transition,That prints the world anew, somehow,With gods, temples and visions.
Funny thing, how the words flow,
But the important thing is to show,That it’s a time, when inner feelings also grow.
The sky is dressed,
Bringing, so manyMemories of you,The way I feltWhen we first metRight then and thereI knew,That love had comeNot even dreamingIt would bring.Blue skies for meBlue skies for you.I can’t forgetHow deep love wasThat once together,The blue, blue skyBelonged to us!Yet happiness,A short caress,Love, finally foundLove, easily drownedIn Life’s eternal,Constant swayAnd though we ownedThe blue, blue…
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On a single stem,
One Life, One Love,
Together,
No one dare, ever,
Separate, Them
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Pierced by your departure,
How does one cope?When you can’t go home.
All barriers are being broken
Enough is not enough!Chaos strikes a strident note,Full of panic, Harsh, SatanicWe are becoming living trash,The proof,Voices heard, no longer prudentEviscerated and tormented,Most good, going out the roof.
Born in the USA,
Public toilets are a problem,And we are considered racists,No matter what we do or say,Is that the American Way?Does politically correct mean,Playing the insane card?Accepting everything and anything,Going backwards instead of forward?Enough is Enough!Of false liberality,All dignity charred,Extinguishing, all individualityControl, absolute controlOf your lost soul.
Into the music,
Mysterious sensations,Words that can’t be said,Enjoying every moment,Musically wed.
Time does not forgive,
Before dreams turn to, Never,For Time is very sly,You think youth will not die,But winking just one eye,Time will sure pass you by,And then you’re gone Forever.
In amazement,
It’s infinity,And wonder Why,We’re here?For what purpose is Life?If sooner or later,Everything Dies.
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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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Truth never grows old,
So many times,Goes untold,Pity!
Give me your heart,
Molten metals find,A way to make Us whole.Molten metals blend,Molten metals bond,With Love and then they’re set,For life, Eternally,As I belong to you,And you belong to me.
In the land
Time does not pass byWe always feelThat dreams we steal,May soon be coming by.Reality is differentAll changes, nothing staysAnd in our human ignoranceWe realize not,That all our yesterdaysAre our todaysThat won’t come back.
Here there and Everywhere,
And rarely say the truth,But answers are hiddenIn the great SphinxThat neither movesNor cares, nor thinksJust stares,Into Emptiness,Where so many of us lieBeaten, defeatedHurt and bareCrushed by caresAnd the desert winds.
Nautilus,
Bodies of waters that share,Adventure and Mystery,Of the bold, those that dare,Discovery,Sailing,Not one but all Seas.Nautilus,Sailing the Sea,For the poet,The oceans are beloved,Endless,Sources of Poetry.
I see the different races,
The color of the skin,Not really my affair.I see the different races,And never do I stare,I hate the mental braces,That we all know are there,For me there are two races,The Good and then the Bad,There are good Human Beings,Then others that abuse,The Bad harm all our Races,And don’t do us much good.We’re all brothers and…
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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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No one can write,
The enlightened words,That Poetry, writes,To capture the essenceOf Life’s brightest lightTo express the presenceOf Love’s abstract might,Only a poemCan do it so right.
Yes,
Of that there is no doubt,What else do you know,Can make you dream out loud.
The Forces of Evil
Reinforced by a PartyThat says that forDivision, They possess,A Magic Wand,Steadily, SteadilyWell organizedAnd planned,They unfortunatelyAre Marching On!Today its the StatuesIndiscriminately,Destroyed!Tomorrow,Law and order,Shamelessly,Attacked,Then a DictatorshipIs presumably electedHeaded by a Court JesterWith anti-nationalDestructive, gesturesWorking at itFor years!We will never againBe, as One.We become a NationDefeated!‘With Liberty and JusticeFor None! ‘Demolition, positionedThen we all can liveWithout Hope,Without a…
You are my Country,
To go back,To the nightmare of Tyranny,Of yesteryears,Come from afarStill living across the Seas,Yes, We Americans,We Love Liberty,It’s our gift to the World,It’s the brand of our herd.It’s the air that we breathe!Even though we walk,Thru the valley of Misunderstanding,We will not give up!We will have no fear,Because Liberty Is,Our God given spear.
Infused with Love
Discover gardensTilled with happiness,Human flowering at its best.Oh Venus!Open in usThat divine caress of love,Make us pureWith the frightening whitenessOf a new born dove,Make us know, the divinePleasureOf how it feelsTo seek immortality,Thru loveSo we may savor,In our lifetimeWhat the StarsIn their infinity and light,Are supposed to be,Made of.
Trying to force a poem,
You cannot force something,So intimately tiedTo inspiration, feelingThat is and isn’t you.Mystery surrounds us,And Poetry, too,No answersFor most everything,We do.
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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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Life’s music is playing,
Myriad of ideas swaying,But you, you left too soon.And I don’t knowWhere to find you,And I don’t know where to goNor how I’m going to go onWith love’s pain,That hurts me so.In life,You may lose everythingBut when love falls apart,There is no consolationFor a shattered, broken heart.Each day when I awaken,I think you might returnBut…
I love those
And take care of others,They are truly our kind,Angelical brothers,And for the good of othersThey even bless us, after hours
Relationships,
Those are the rare ones,Very few regrets.We communicate thru language,But there’s so much more than that,There is all the human baggage,We all have under our hat.
The most Ravishing Rose,
It’s not fair!That such Beauty,Hides in it’s stem,Like does Life,The Daggers of Despair.
Please,
Don’t leave me,I’ve got but youTo believe me,Stay a littleLonger,I’ll be goodI promise!Like a childWhose love,Only growsStronger.
To each his drug,
The stage and love,And for my friends,A lifelong hug.
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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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Weary, Weary are the Wise,
Life, our World,The Universe,In written form,For it is so full ofMystery,So full of dissonantTheory and HistoryThat TruthSomehow lies hidden,Confused and bedridden,Known, for sureBy none…Information,Hidden by deep secretsSince this World was formed,And long ago, begun,Its mysterious secret lifeUnder the Star of Light,Which is, the Sun.
In my arms I would adore you,
In my heart I’d always hold you,You were more than all to me,You were more than love can be.But in life, nothing’s forever,And you did not wish to stay,Then all sadness came together,And my heart withered away.
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…
Poesia,
Mi pasado, mi presente,Mi futuro y mis alas,De todas las cosas de este mundo,La mas amada.
Love attracts Poets
Melting all barriersBetween love and desire.No wonder the RomanticsPut love before, AllAnd were willing,For Love,To give up their, Soul.
Day dreaming and flight,
All else isSaid and done,Including Love,That’s probably what,Poetry is all about.Poem’sLife’s treasures,For mind and soul,That Some,Like, those thatSo, need love,Simply cannot doWithout.
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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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Love makes you whole again,
It opens portals, yet unknown,Of happiness untold.Love makes you whole again,It gives you winged waves,That cross the sea,Making you free,And finally, essentially,Love really, really saves.
There is so much more to Poetry,
It condenses life’s priorities,Plus all we hold most dear.
Fair or Unfair,
We’re so often stuck!With so many chips,That have no luckIn Life’s roulette,This game is called,‘La Fuerza del Destino’
Dearest Poetry,
In this worldOf incessant turmoilYou’re my All.Spread the love,We are supposedTo have,Fill us withThe beauty and the joyComing fromA most transparent region,Far above.
Out in the cold,
That was read, yet untold,A loveless creature,Onto Life, holdsBut it’s so difficult!Everything so cold,Love only can brighten towersOf stories like this, untold,Stories of lost in the woodsSadness, that only Love can reverse,If ever they’re told.
So sweet, the music
No normal soul,Its melodiesCan easily resist,And floutingDancing,With its wordsSometimes,We even canSo slightly,FeelA little tremorThat momentarily,The lonelinessFrom hearts,Makes disappear.
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At any moment
At any time,
You don’t even
Need a rope,
Just use
Hate and blood
Filled words,
And in moments
The victim
Will succumb
And painfully
Die
From a broken
Heart.
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The only living creature,
That is totally yours,With a love and fidelityBeyond our understanding,Is your Dog,I Miss You So Much!Sandy……
When the Flow
Does go,From your heartTo the best partOf your beingLet it flow,Let it flow,Let it glowAs far as its LightWill go,And never, neverLet,This blooming blessingGo.
We pretend
Exists,When we knowIt’s but a shadowIn the Mist.
There was a Diamond in the Sky,
No matter how bright it did shine,It could not really modify,Man’s Inhumanity!
Raped, gutted and aborted,
Can a country like this survive?Those who are in charge,Who supposedly take care,Now provide,The poison and the seeds,Of our demise,And our own destruction.
I wish I could describe,
In the Winter of my soul,Your my Summer, Spring and Fall,When I see you, I walk tall,Towards the River of my dreams,Where the flow of love, it seems,Hears my melancholy call.Yet you know me, not at all,And forever it shall be,That the Love I have for you,You will Never have for me…
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Apart,
From all the rest
Of creation,
Don’t betray it!
Don’t forget it!
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Most poems carry secrets,
Trying to decipher them,Is part of how they grow.
Take me
Where all good soulsMust go,Where there is no pain,Just love insane,Where heartsJust palpitate and grow.Give me,That hallucinating glow,Teach meWith your wanting eyesThe secrets of Love’s sea,Love’s tides,Keep me in your tender armsAnd never let me freeDon’t you understand?That only loveCan make life flowAnd that my soulWill only your love,Ever want or ever know.
What is Life without a Poem,
And accompany you, Always,Giving you a brand new start.
I can never write
It would be likeBetraying myselfAnd so very, veryUnreal.
Hope, seems to be on vacation
We can’t find any nationDesired, to stand up for,Applaud with admiration.By Whirlwind social syndrome,So much is changed and swallowed,So little good is followed,What will be left of Us?Of Nations?Come tomorrow.
One step forward
Let’s do the square danceOf ‘hide in the sac’Where did we lose it?Still primitive hacks,Man is a loser,Humanity lacks.Centuries pass,More of the same,Man is a creature,Not totally sanePersecutes others,Tortures and maimsWhere is the love?In Humanity’s name?
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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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I wish I could describe,
When closed,A clustered bride,When open,Heaven’s pride.
Gone are the caresses
Now I must content myselfWith virtual love,Difficult to doWhen all you’ve ever lived forIs, ‘I love you’.Difficult to face each morning,Without a vital yearningDifficult to faceThat song, without music,When you’re alone.
Ah, the secret life that you can live,
For which, You only hold the keyWhen you are writing poetry.
Blessed are those,
Can alleviate their soul,Communicate with others,Artistically,Becoming together,Whole.
We are creatures of mal-content,
Always reaching for the Stars,Seldom realizing how very far,Most of them really are.
All Morality,
A Country sadly carries on,The Salamanders up on top,Still living off,Cream of the Crop,With Law and Order,Mostly gone,Brink of disaster,Coming on,We fidget, falter,Try to save,A dying Nation,Once, Great, FreeNow on the road,To Catastrophe.
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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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C’est dommage,
That Life Is so short,And not very witty.We are taken for true fools,Like baby pictures,Full of drools.Hey! ! Ruling Claaasss!With no brains,We Are Not,Middle Ages insane,Grotesquely ignorant,We HAVE a sturdy, educated Brain!That tells us an awful lot,You cannot fool us endlessly,Like Monkeys on a Coconut tree,With your monotonous, lying Rot!
To all I ask,
Who is true?Get the mirrorLook at you,Hold onMaybe just a few,Or maybe None,Now the question’s done.
Odd profession,
And never thinkThat we don’tKnown it.And yet,Our DestinyWe cannot escapeA poet’s worldIs his worded cape.
The Truth lies suspended
He who lies the best,Is who the Public follows.
Money is spent,
Lose theirGolden HoodsWith time,But kind wordsStay,And are rememberedEveryday.
They’re out for the kill!
Gives no thrillTo some observing citizenry,That know what’s happening,Giving our bones,A disgusting chill,Are we on our wayTo join Latin AmericaWhere no honesty ever existsAs political will…?
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I and he,
My Dog,
Sandy.
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They play dirty,
Serpents from a fallen star,If they promise you the sky,Do beware, in hell you’ll fry.AppendixThey get away with murder,And we,Permanently,Pay their bail,Then cry!
A poet is,
A bundle of Nerves,And Melancholy,If you don’t agree,Consult, Psychiatry.
A Poet’s Eye can look mystery,
The secrets of Life defy,Feelings satisfy,And still remain quite sane.
I could have loved you
Of pleasurable nectar,Disappeared,Till the wings of happinessWere broken and seared,But I never found youAnd drowned in my own tears.
We loved each other,
Like moon loves nightWith romantic raptureEmotional delight,With the purity of foreverWith the passion of ‘leave me never’With the force of heaven’s height,A Love that words alone,Cannot fully describeSo deep, so ours,In the light of dayOr the sweetness of night.A love like no other,That yearned to stay vibrantPerpetually alive, perpetually bright.We just loved each other, with…
If you can help a poet,
You have really opened windows,Satisfaction, for all time.
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In a compassionating way
Completely surrender to their wishes
Madness
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He burnt the candle at both the ends
And his desire proved him wrongSince his wishes were more than he wants
With a leaden heart
to keep the heart warm
How often we see this board
On private propertiesOn agriculture landsAnd just imagine, what ifWe see such board,which is already hangingand only our soul can seeour conscience can realizeand every signs in nature hold themand we do not heed and transgressAre we not suffering?Global warming, deforestation,Aids, immoral acts etc.I doubt whether good sensein us prevails or notor it is just another…
a sip from flower
energetic drink
कभी साये को देखते थे हम ~ फुरसत के लम्हो में
दुनिया के ऐशो आराम को~ जी का जंजाल बना लिया हैहर पल बदल रहा है ~मौसम की तरहजो आज है न होगा ~ कल भी इसी तरहबदल जो बनके घूमे ~ है आसमा में आजकल वो बरस के आएगा ~इस मिटटी के पास
लफ़्ज़ों में बयां हो नहीं सकता, ये दिल का मुआमला है
साँसे चल रही हैं, ये ज़िंदा होने की अलामत नहीं हैकिसी के दर्द को समझ सके तो ये ज़िंदा होने का मुआमला हैकिसी के हालात को समझे, ये एहसासात का मुआमला हैकिसी की हौसला अफ़ज़ाई करे, ये इज़्ज़त का मुआमला हैमहनत तो हर कोई करता है, सबको उसका फल कहाँ मिलता हैफल मिले न मिले,…
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Why?
A tie
Every one need
They are out of it
Detail?
That is detail.
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Serve
ReapChange;This is socialSee, do the verb.
You are our artist
We are formed,In the wombYou breathe soulWe are aliveYou feed usWe are fedYou guide usWe are guided,In the earthYou show usThe right pathBut many takeThe wrong path,Please, lead usOn right path,You are our artistYou form usWe are formed.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/27/2017
Every one is free
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The Four Asteroids – 2
The 2020 FS is slightly largerWith a diameter of 56 feetAnd is travelling at a relatively lower speedOf just 15,000 kilometres per hour,It will be the farthest asteroidTo fly by earth at around 3.05 million kilometres away,The 2020 FK flew by our planet at 9: 35 AM IST,Whereas the 2020 FS will pass by around…
How do you want me, Cup?
Me myself made do allMe myself got down fall,But nothing, nothing and nothingWithout pain, pain and pain,Now I suffer and get lostAnd you enjoy all the best.
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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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