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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Your voice is like music to my ears
you may wander daily anywhere, but never freezeI remain still healthy even though you’ll sneezeI don´t get caught a cold easilysince you oft support me with bumble-bee honeyI am now amidst thousandfold coldI never get sick even though´m growing oldas years passed by many milliard milespay attention to nature around theethe surrounds turn old very…
For my dearest niece Inge,
you never dared to dream of itthat I will make up a beautiful poem for youto beginstart the daywith your sweet smiledon’t go over stag too quicklywhat words I will choose for youyou will be able to read directlya promise is a promisei wish for youeverything that is permitteda promise is a promisea day of…
My BirthDAY-poem for you, dear
The most precious thingwill never blinqfor this occasionmy happiest congratulationsfrom my heart to yoursin romantic symphonical moorsthe depth not to measurejust for pagan pleasurefor divine delightswe’ll have long blessed nightsamongst paganish duvetholied by God’s own brevetP.F.24 September 2020© Sylvia Frances Chan
Edward Koffie Louis,
weet niet dat je daar woont,weet niet dat je op poemhunter bent,op dat moment had ik geen ander,ALS ik al deze dingen wistin mijn gedachten gaat dan een ringelingah, nu weet ik dat je in Accra woont,ik arriveer op deze prachtige luchthavenmega,toen liet ik mijn chauffeur gaannaar je gezellige residentie,dan zullen we volop drinken,een schattig…
Korte Vers, Maar Niet Korte Versie….
maar let op de tussenliggende woorden en onthoudenzonder teveel drank in je bovenste hersenengeloof me alsjeblieft, dit is mijn DNA…kies de optimale maximale gedachteSylvia nazaat van een prinses die vochtSylvia Frances Chan-All Rights ReservedWednesday 4th December 2019Dutch Frozen Noon at 13.06 hrs P.M.This is a translation of the poemShort Verse, But Not Short Versed….bySylvia Frances…
from Barack to Trump
from TOP to deep low
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For the lovers
To lose the heart-beats.
Rejuvenating.
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Laughter is the droplet of water
Bringing a rain of hope.
Sometimes you are lonely
You have to negotiateWith the Police, or peopleConsult with a lawyer,Ask someone to mediate,But you will findYou are left to a few,Fewest of your kindWho still fight on your side.Forthey don’t havethe money you needExcept their supportAnd love from heart, for you.And you find your GodIn the words and momentsThey share with you.This world…So complex…
You stabbed me
My shapeless imageWith the most dreadfulWeapon of the ages.The knife of shadowsSlaying me behindThe brightest shrine.You were the pale priestMaking me quiverWith the painOf centuries ofForced widowhood.Till I trembledLike a blue animalIn the wisp of coldnessPoisoned with lonelySwords of desire.
Our eyes closed in rapture
Unnamed light floods the world.
Love
Keep it upWith all your heartContending.
So many years of solitude
The dead moon turns red.
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Wet it up
With tears and blood
Gratifying.
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ଜୀବନ ର
ଆବିର୍ଭୂତାଯାଜ୍ଞସେନୀମୁଁ ଯଜ୍ଞ-ସମ୍ଭୂତା ।।କାମନା ର ମେଦିନି ବୁକୁ ରେଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ରମାଂସ, ହାଡ, ଚର୍ମ ର ଜଙ୍ଗଲ,ଜନ୍ମ ନିଏ ଅଗଣିତରୂପ ହୀନ ବିକୃତି ର ଗୁଳ୍ମ,ଅର୍ଥ ହୀନ ଲାଳସା ର ତୃଣ ।ଅହଂକାର ଅଶୁଭ ଶଙ୍ଖ କୁଅସହାୟ, ଚପଳ ତାରୁଣ୍ୟଅସମୟେ କରେ ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ।।ଅସୀମିତ କ୍ଷମତା ର,ଅଯାଚିତ ସମ୍ପଦ ର-ଉତ୍ତର ଦାୟାଦ-କରେ ପ୍ରତ୍ୟାଖାନବାଲ୍ୟ ସ୍ମୃତି ବିଜଡିତପ୍ରତିଜ୍ଞା ର ଫଳ ଅବାସ୍ତବଅସ୍ୱୀକାରେ ସାମ୍ରାଜ୍ୟ ର ବିଭାଜନ-ସମ୍ରାଟ ଦ୍ରୁପଦ ।।ପ୍ରତାରିତ ଦ୍ରୋଣ ର ଆତ୍ମା ରେସୀମାହୀନ, ବିଷାକ୍ତ ଦଂଶନ-ହୃଦୟ ରେ କୁଣ୍ଡଳୀ…
ଯେତେ ଯେତେ ଥର ମୋର
ତମ ନୀଳ ନୀଳ ଉତ୍ତାପ ରେ-ମୋ ସର୍ବାଙ୍ଗ ଭିଜିଯାଏତୁମ ନଜର ନିଆଁ ରେଜଳେ ମୁଁ ତ, ମୋ ଆତ୍ମା ଜୂଇ ରେ ।।
War is a fishing net
from swimming across borders.
Like
you took your bodyas an instrumentof love.Your questfor intense lovein the intense embracesof our bodies,Your questfor an intimate assylemof warmth- physicalLust, libido amalgamed.
On this holy hued day,
Colours yet to fade off.
This time
For I had got her back,My poem-Standing onA cross road of pagesYellow with desireThat surges in a momentWhen the last leaf had fallenAnd the late birdHad left,Bidding a farewellTo all thoseMid-summer night’s dreams.
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Look at it
With all your heart
Passionate.
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ପାଶେ ଥିଲେ
ଆମେ ଦୁହେଁ ଅଜଣା, ଅଚିହ୍ନା-ଦୁଇ ଦେହ,ଦୁଇ ମନ,ବାସ୍ନାୟିତ ଆତ୍ମା ର ଅଗଣା ।
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.
A man booked for torturing
A Galileo is set free.
Songs of Spring
Waiting for decadeshas become a trend..Promises are still on,The cuckoo seems to trya newer song of solace..My heart soakslike a virgin petalunder the tears of dew.I feel my feet choosea track never adventured,a path to the land unknown-in the dim lit starry sky.You must be somewhere closevery close, nearby.
This time
For I had got her back,My poem-Standing onA cross road of pagesYellow with desireThat surges in a momentWhen the last leaf had fallenAnd the late birdHad left,Bidding a farewellTo all thoseMid-summer night’s dreams.
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Emerges from souls
Snakes through heart’s valley.
Ceaseless.
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War is a cup of venom
By someone supposed to protect it!
The essence,
Your existence,Still filled the room.The orangeOf the rising sunFrom the horizon,Was consoling me,Through the window glasses.The skylark inA far off sky wasJust declaring your sweet-Yet passionate presence, andA delicate promise to returnAgain and Again, to me,Back to me! !
A brief history of time
The genius of all times.
Jealousy is like the fire
Where it was born.
Desire in me to be
Is green in colour
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!
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Strange but true
Through valleys, seas, sky
Blue.
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-୪-ଅଧା ସପନ ର ଗୀତି
ପତାରେ ପତାରେମଳିଛିଆ ଜହ୍ନ ଚୁମେ,ଗଲା ଦିନ ସେଇଅଧା କାହାଣୀ ରନାୟିକା ତ ନୁହଁ ତୁମେ?
The pain of nostalgic past
The valley of silent heart
The first walk is exciting,
The nascent smell of spring.
A unique way to chastity
Cow to swear, no mutton.
Kaash aap
mujhe dekh paateJan bhi paatemein hoon kya,mein hoon kaun,hoon ya nehin,kaash aap mujhesun paatedekh paatesamajh paateYe duniyaPata nehin kya se kya ho jataMere liyeAap ke liyeHumare liyeHum sab ke liye.Subhas Chandra Chakra04.12.2017
I have no words
No words to condoleno words to utterto reveal the intensityof painful wavesthat surge withinon hearing yoursad demisebefore one could imagineor apprehend ofa farewell unwanted.
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Blue and vast
Expanding to contain all.
Accommodating.
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Beauty lies in the eyes-
Nothing perennial is ever created.
Summing up
Emerging out ofMy soul desiresAnd urges to merge in you-I introspect my existence.Long since you left meOn a lonely path of chaos andValleys of painful passionsEngulfing my crying soul.You had been there,Only your shadows had disappeared.Universe was singing melancholic.Far in the endOf horizons we shareReverberates your sweet voices.Even in the deepest of oceans orVastness of…
A journey of a youth
Stephen’s quest infinite conquers death.
Once upon a time,
It sang about a Superb queen,Who had no king, great or mean!Years passed like monthsAndmonths like weeks,She had her fire fade,The last desire to wed.Often she felt like a Goddess,Sent here on Earth as Empress,Born to enjoy and frame the rules,For all except her were but fools.All She had was but the Throne,Although powerful, She…
Yet you are-
Unsolved riddles,Untouched beauties,Unsmelt essences,Unseen dreamsUncherished goalsThat followed usLives after lives.
Name an abode worth going
The destiny may just singLike the tip of an arrow thrownto the far end of dead lawn.
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Of green leaves
For the tired Traveller.
Comforting.
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I am no daughter of
Nor a widow ofa powerful Gandhi,I am more like a Monarch SlavePhysically and psychologically-abused over and over again.May be I am poor,I am down trodden,I am a piece of nothingin your eye.But please…Please believe meThat although I am a girl,A poor maiden of courseI have a heartRich with emotions,I have a mindFull of dreams,I have…
Who called you a star?
Fishes swim out of water!
A handful of dreams and desires
In the lyrics of the bees.
An affair of the millennium
Blood floods the moon bride.
It’s a great day,
Great in spiritual aspects.Great in History,Great in history of mankind.It’s no more importantWho gave it a start,The colour of his beardWhite or black or brown,The age he bears,Older or young,The party that he belongsThe flag that he possesses.It’s an initiativeTo communicateOneself with the self,Or as says PM Modi,A zero budgetHealth Insurance Scheme.What really important isTo…
You are a memory clip
Never to erode nor to fade.
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For rising Suns-of-hope
And Moons of dreams.
Manifesting.
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A moment,
With you,Made me forgetThe burning of the ages past,The suffocations andThe searches for youIn the outskirts ofTime and Space,The painstakingMillions of momentsOf separation.Those few momentsAnd those wordsflooded me with a blue fire,Brought high waves of thirst-For the nectar of your touch.Awakened within meAn unstoppable urge,And triggeredA lust for life.
Like in the past,
paints vermilionon the forehead of the sky.But alas, you’re no more eagernowhere near today, hereto put vermilion in my nameon your forehead with love.This is a translation of the poemସଖୀ-02 (Sakhi_02)/Odia PoembySubhas Chandra Chakra
Love
Take a bathIn its vast blueHeart-throbbing.
After you left
So lonely, So silent!The thin air aroundCaught fire, became violent.Clouds of hopelessnessBlackened the sky of my heartThe saline tides of separationFlooded the green lawn ofAll my sweet dreams.
I had got a sister,
She was so shy ever..Could not speak her best.Careful about me..Although she was then,Never fetched a glassWhen my sands needed rain.I was in a zooFull of elephants, bullsI was only a rabbitSmall, and weak in pulse..
Space and time go along
Veins of moon quench thirst.
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Below everyone’s feet
Like a mother’s lap.
Buttressing.
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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…
You made my life-
With your love and care.BlueWith your looks and stare.GreenWith your dreams, divine.YellowWith your holy, pious, shine.BrightWith your passionate kiss.And darkWith your touches, I miss.On this auspiciousMoment of your birthWish you allThat keeps you warm,That makes you firm,That gives you peace,That delivers you blissThat renders you charmThat does no harm.That sings of loveAnd songs of my…
ତମ ଠାରୁ
ତୁମ ପୂଣ୍ୟତିଥିଏଇ ଦୁନିଆ ରେମୋ ମାଟିରେ ତୁମ-କୁନି କୁନି ପାଦ ଥାପିବା ରପହିଲି ଲଗନ,ଶୁଭିଥିଲା ଯେବେ ତୁମକୁଆଁ କୁଆଁ ସ୍ୱର ।।ମୋ ଧୂମାଭ ଦିଗନ୍ତ ରଆଖି ରେ, ଅକ୍ଷରେ –ଯେତେବେଳେ ଥିଲା ଖାଲିଗୋଟିଏ ରଙ୍ଗ ରେ-ଧୂଆଁଳିଆ ଧୂସର ଆକାଶେଗଦା ଗଦା ଯନ୍ତ୍ରଣାର ଧୂଳି ପାହାଡ ରେତୁମରି ସମାଧି ବେଦୀ କଳା ତାରିଖ ରେମୋ ଆତ୍ମା ର ଶିଳା ଲିପିକଳା ଅକ୍ଷର ରେ,ନିଶବଦ ମଶାଣି ର ସବୁ ଶୁଷ୍କବେଦନାକ୍ତ ଶୁଖିଲା ପତରେତୁମ ସ୍ୱର – ବର୍ଷା ଆଣିଦେଲା..ନୀଳିମା ର…
ଏ ଜୀବନେ
ଅନ୍ତର ର ଶୁଖା ପଡିଥିବାଅନ୍ତହୀନ ବିରହ ସମୁଦ୍ରେଅଚାନକ ଜୁଆର ଆସିଲା,ଭରିଗଲା ଫୁଲେ ଫୁଲେଫଗୁଣ ର ରଙ୍ଗ,ଆସିଗଲା ସତେ ଅବାମୋ ଆତ୍ମା ର ଅନଙ୍ଗ ଭୂଇଁ ରେପ୍ରଣୟ ର ମେଘ,ଏବେ ସାରା ଆକାଶ ରେ ଆମକିଏ ଅବା ଭରି ଦେଲାମିଳନ ର ରଙ୍ଗ ।।
Poems,
and professional prostitutes,Need to change often, remain fresh alwaysAnd change their stale countenance,the last night’s deo of seductive looks.Poems are the silhouette of raining lustthat turns the pages of history ahead,Till the dog-eared page comes,Where moons have never slept-With lilies of their dreams,But have walked on the dry eyes,Lonely with the melting fleshIn a world…
She was no more
I was enchanted.I felt like being there-There, at once,With her to sufferThe same fate, to go overthe same hurdles, to crythe same tears,to undergo the sameof pain and sorrows.In a moment or twoI was thereAt the door,The trapdoor of her cage.Never did I try to knowIf the case had.An owner, soft at heartOr rude and…
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Of elegant angels
With pious-lust for life
Never-ending.
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A crystal of glass breaks
when death plucks a divine-flower
Love
Of pages unreadWith chapters of seasonsMysterious.
Kiss me dear or not
Fingers never touch their tips.
From womb of my mother
A short span called life.
That day,
You left meAt the cross roadsOf that lifeAnd never triedTo look backFor a pretty long time.You left me alone,Alone to cry my tearsTill the last dropOf my tears left,Till it ruinedThe last crystal throneOf my dream empire.
A poem
From soul to the heart,from heart to the head,from head to the nerves,from nerves to the blood,from blood to the tips,from tips to the nib,from nib to the paper andfinallyfrom paper to the reader’s soulin the roundabout way.Such is indeed a poem.
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Enjoyed, not played,
On unseen grounds, hearts,
Spontaneous.
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The virgin kiss of
the moment of questfor you,was touching me, andall my secret yet shy lesspubic zones oflimbless youth.Your face was reflectedOn the stale and stiff surface ofthe lake water,in the mist of ourby gone nuptial bedswet with the unexpectedsummer rains of our dream.On the green, indelible smilesOf the disobedient creeperRushing into the meadowsOf sexless nightsSpent in the…
How can I say darling
You are spread everywhereOver the land, the sea and the air.In the sleep or in the dreams orWhen I am in the awakened sphere,You, like the fragrance in the air,Are here, there, everywhere.This is a translation of the poemସଖୀ-05 (Sakhi_05) /Odia PoembySubhas Chandra Chakra
ମଜା ରେ ବି କେବେ
ମୋ ପାଶ ରୁ ଦୂରେଇ ଯିବନି।ମିଛେ ମିଛେ କେବେବି ଜୀବନେଭୂଲିଗଲ ବୋଲି କହିବନି ।।ଜାଣିଥାଅ ଆଜିପ୍ରିୟତମା,ତମେ ମୋର ଛାତି ର ନି8ଶ୍ୱାସ,ତମେ ପରା ମୋରଅନ୍ତରାତ୍ମା,ଜୀବନ ର ଅନ୍ତିମ ବିଶ୍ୱାସ ।।।
ଆଜି ଯେତେ ହେଉଛି ବିବ୍ରତ
ଦେଖିନେବା ପାଇଁ,ସେତିକି ବ୍ୟଗ୍ରତା ରହିଥିବଯଦି କେବେ ତୁମ ଇଚ୍ଛା ହୁଏଦୂରେ ଯିବା ପାଇଁ ।।ତମେ ଯଦି ଖାଲି ଥରେ କୁହଆସନାହିଁ, ଆଉ ମୋତେ ବିବ୍ରତ କରନି,ମୋତେ ଛୁଅଁ ନାହିଁରାଣ ଖାଇ କହୁଛି ମୋ ପ୍ରିୟା-ସେ ଦିନ ଠୁ, ଆଉ କେବେ ଏଇ ପୋଡାମୁହଁଦେଖାଇବି ନାହିଁ ।।
Anger is a fire of ego
To the person it burns into ashes.
I want not be
an industrialist of world famea mega star or a billionairewith dozens of Mercedesone for my daughter,and for my dog another,speeding like airwithout a destinyof my own, orfor the societyI embark upon,but for my egothat drives me to be oneahead of others,different from othersbut not unique,A man with a super brainbut a narrow lane of heart.I…
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From Rock hearts
Flows down lust-free minds.
Perennial.
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ପ୍ରତିଦିନ ସକାଳେ ସଂଧ୍ୟାରେ
ଭାସୁଥିଲା ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀରେ… ଯେଉଁ ମାଟି, ପାଣି ଓ ପଦନ-ପ୍ରତି ରାତି କଳା ଅନ୍ଧାରରେତିନି କାଳେ, ମନ ର ଶେଯ ରେଭାରି ଖୁସି ଖୁସି ଥିବା ମନେ… ଯାହା ସ୍ମୃତି ଥିଲା ମୋ ଜୀବନ-ପ୍ରତି ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ର ଦର୍ପଣ ରେତିଳ ତିଳ ଜଳିବା ବେଳା ରେଭାବନା ର ସାରା ଇଲାକା ରେ… ତୁମ ଛବି ଦେଉଛି ଚୁମ୍ବନ ।।
A bead of timeless crystal
An irreparable loss for us.
Touch me dear or not
My lungs inhale your fragrance.
And now within myself
The corners and the corridors,All the routes and the bordersAll the skies of my dreamsAll the oceans of my griefsAll the narrow lusts for lifeAnd desires broad and blue,All the passions OptimizedIn and Around you.Now I have stoppedCrying over the spilt milkCraving for the virgin touchesBurning for the urges lostNor for the dreams shatteredAs there…
The hexagon of my heart
Drops of love turn honey.
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.
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Of pages unread
With chapters of seasons
Mysterious.
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The song of the river
long posted in wrong address.
Bending tips Or digging pits-
Just cut the shoot atop.
As the Sun
A gust of wild windCarries an uneven blowWith a smell of stale conjugationFrom the distant shores of life,Drifts into my blood.The tired afternoonCrushes the wild buds of desireGrinds the crystals of sweet dreamsInto powders of slow deathTo mix with my evening drinks.As I start ruminating,Listening to the stories of-The youth of angry butterflies,The dreams of…
Laughter is the brightest lightning
Congesting the lips of life.
Yet you are-
Unsolved riddles,Untouched beauties,Unsmelt essences,Unseen dreamsUncherished goalsThat followed usLives after lives.
Fill me dear or not
My soul will remain thirsty.
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It is the glorious,
Feeling
The Whole World
Should be made of.
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If I could,
The solitudes of my Soul.Would you listen?Would you comfort me?Poetry,So I know, I’m not alone.
Do tears ease
That happinessWill know, no more?A heart that beatsBut asks,Please, tell meWhat for?Where to go,For I am tiredDreams, expired,Constant fallAs if there wereSome kind ofCurse,Behind it all.
Not only is the World crazy,
And the Computer, lazy,Won’t tell us what to do!
This is how it is!
And it’s always a missAll the analysisMakes you sick!You look out the window,Picture thisSnakes,More than you can list!When, whereDid everything, go wrong?In Heaven or in Hell,No one was able to tell.
I love to see Love face to face,
And in your heart it has it’s place,That Nothing else, can now replace.
My words are me,
There’s love between usAn endless Sea of capacity,Of Skies that open,Good and FreeAnd Love and Peace,Make up,Life’s gifted, fruitful tree,And that’s the wayAll Life should really be.
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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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Unfortunately,
Somewhere in history pastThen in present realityAnd with false dreams,Alas!Our World is configuratedBy cracked-up lying, FoolsWho, make the rules,And then forget to hold them up.
Devils as presidents?
Or just having a nightmare,In History’s bed?PSIf you take the D off Devil,What does it say?Evil,That’s absolutely right!
Magic
Something magic happens,When you write poetically,Doors just seem to open,Spirit, feeling free.Something seems to flower,Inside, poetically,And it makes you happyAnd you are where you have to be.
Poetry can transport you
To a land where loveFits like a glove,Where you’ll also findAll kinds of thingsThat poets sayDream with us!Imagination, never delayed,Originality, differentWorlds, roles played,Are some of the thingsTraveling poems haveAnd say,PlusFree transportation,All the waySo please don’t missThe moving blissOf Poetry’s,I insist,Rapid Transit Train.
To love beyond
Delight, that reallyMeans so much!As travelling oceansMeet the stars,So numerous,That even,Lonely Night,Paused,Hypnotized.A Love so deep,Beyond and pureThat even,In the morning SunThe angelsHad to stop,And bless itWith their sighs.
Don’t tell me,
From Greece to our times,They have sung to LoveMillions of times,Never giving up,The Hope of finding it.
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Harder to define.
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Never think you’re
And watch your step,If you have good principlesDon’t abandon themImprove on them, instead,Be kind and graciousAnd try to understandThat it never hurtsTo give, anotherA helping hand.
Give me your hands,
I want them to understand,The love I have for you.The Holding of the Hands,Love smoldering in advance,The giving, between two,The silent ‘I love you’,That lovers understand,United by that touch,Of hands, that say so much.
Nothing can
The intoxicating effectThe extravagantly,Glorious, feelingOf a poem, grand,With one sole handIt can lift you upTo Heaven’s SpaceSadden you to tears,Deep Emotions, renovate. .Whichever, the caseNever underestimate,A Poem’s Grace.
How many clocks
Alarms,Have you sold today?How many eras, lives, monumentsWars, civilizations, lovesHave passed,Before today,They speak about killing TimeBut Nobody canI Hate TimeIt steals Everything Away!
USA is falling down,
So corrupt it can’t stand up,Why so hazy?We have lost our honor, truth,Falling down, all mud is loose,Unfair, shady, things so crazyCrumble, crumble country down,All so lazy, waters brown,No fair lady.
There’s nothing better,
Than to be able to writePaint, interpret.Any Art practiced will do,For it is the greatest,Fulfillment and bounty,For what is the inner you.
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Of two birds
Nurturing the same dream..
Passionate.
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The first walk is blissful,
The Songof silence reverberates.
Name an abode worth going
The destiny may just singLike the tip of an arrow thrownto the far end of dead lawn.
I want to live
another century moretillAll water in Gangahave flown downthe bay of Bengalwith all the bloodclotted on the veinsof nymph politiciansand looters of the moneythat belong to my fellow men.I am impatient to seethat day dawnon my lovely landalthough I knowit would take longerthan it is expected,may be three or fourdecades will be gonebefore that Sunrises in…
The wrinkles appear on face-
Look atMoon, up close.
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.
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,…
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Soothing and quenching
Eternal thirst of waiting.
Gratifying.
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The living computer is gone
None to explore the unexplored.
ଅନାମିକା ସହର ର
ଅସଂଲଗ୍ନ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତ ରେତୁମ ସାଥେ ଦେଖା ହେଲା ମୋର ।କେଉଁ ଜନ୍ମ ଜନ୍ମାନ୍ତରସଂପର୍କ ସେତୁ ଟିତୁମ ସହ ଯୋଡିବା ରସଂକଳ୍ପ ଓ ଅଙ୍ଗୀକାରସେଇ ମାତ୍ର ଗୋଟିଏ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତେଯୋଡି ହୋଇଗଲା ।।ସେ ଦିନ ଠୁତମେ ଆଉଅନ୍ୟ କେହି ନୁହଁଆଉ କେବେ ପରି ବି ତଅଜଣା, ଅଚିହ୍ନା ମୋତେଜମା ଲାଗିନାହଁ ।।।
War is a Brake
Moving on its Ethereal Time line
In the hues of midnight
Bees on shy flowers cite-adore your beauty in theirsongs humming-low,moonshine and raindrops embellish your skin glow.
War is a period
End with Paralyzing cowardice.
It was a day
die to see him lie,Lie beside or roamwith her, right frommorn to eveningShe was the shadowof the Dog of her life!Time rolled the diceHer began to flourish,Tide changed its course,She felt no guilt no remorse.Tied the knot, nuptial with himWho promised her each of her dream,a chicken at noon, mutton at night,a Queen’s life with…
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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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To Thee I Sing….
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CLAUSTROPHOBISCH….
heeft woordspelinghij zendt zijn stralenniet zoals altijdvandaag is het extreem heetzeker, ik weet dat deze zegen van God komtIk ben Hem zeer dankbaartot uiterst hebben gebedendeze morgen heb ik geen devotionalmaar een gewoon eenvoudig gedichtnaar buiten gerichtik zal hier creëreneen gedicht met beidedat betekent:de zon nodigt uit om buiten te zijn,maar Nederlands wijd en zijdik…
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The sweet smell of success
the sweet fragrance of friendlinessfriendliness was here to staythe ardent cherish of lovelove was here to staymeant to smell here with theemeant to enjoy fragrance here with theemeant to cherish love here with theewhy-oh-why has love flown away?love has flown away because of the killing feellove must be cherished tenderlysoftly sensuously in a sensitive waylove…
A Story-Poem about My Favourite Flower:
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Rendered with heart
Brings spring on Earth.
Fulfilling.
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ତମ ସହ ଭେଟିବା ବେଳରେ
ସବୁତକ ଲୁହ,ଯେତେ ଯେତେଦୂରତା ର ନୀଳ ନଈ ପାଣି ।।ଅୟୁତ ନିଦାଘ ତୃଷ୍ନାଅତୀତରମୋହ ମହ ମହଲାଗୁଥିଲାସତେ ଅବା ସପନ ଦେଖୁଚି!ଆମେ ଯେଉଁ ପାହାଡ଼ ବୁକୁରେ,କଣ୍ଟକିତ ଗଡାଣି ରାସ୍ତାରେ,ବାରଂବାର ମାଟି ଛୁଉଁଥିଲେ…..ସେଇ ଘାସ ଗାଲିଚାରେସତେ ଅବା ତୁମରି କୋଳରେମଥା ରଖି ଘୁମେଇ ପଡୁଛି…..ଯେମିତିକା ତୁମ ମହ ମହବାସ୍ନାରେ ବିଭୋରମନ ମୋର ସପନ ଦେଖୁଛି।।ମୋ ମଥାର ଶୀତଳ କେଶରେପହଁରୁଚି ତମ ଟିକି, ଉଷୁମ ଅଂଗୁଳି….ଧୀରେଧୀରେ ସଞ୍ଚରି ଯାଉଛିଅଦିନିଆ କଳା ମେଘ-ମୋ ପ୍ରଣୟ ଆକାଶଆଷାଢୀ ଛାତିରେ ।।।
Just drink her honey, go.
Who cares an empty bottle?
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…
Wars are fought in minds
For the Hares had never been their friends!
My love for you is
Beautiful coloursJust for you.The fairies from the heavenDrop their tears of joyIn the hues of the rainbowJust for you.The mermaidsFrom the five oceansBlow their waves of blue wishesJust for you.
The broken brow of the night
You sway in a silver time boat.
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Of tear dried
On the lover’s cheek
Nostalgic.
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ଆଉ ଏବେ
ତମେ ମୋ’ଠୁଦୂରେଇ ଯାଇଛ….ମୋ ଆଖିର ପହଞ୍ଚ ସୀମା ରଆର ପାଖେଉଭେଇ ଯାଇଛ।।ବରଂ ତୁମ ପାଦ ଶବ୍ଦ ଏବେଆଗଠାରୁ ଆହୁରି ସୁଷ୍ପଷ୍ଟ,ମୋ ଆୟୁଷ,ଅବଶ ବୟସବାକିତକ, ରାସ୍ତା ଅବଶିଷ୍ଟ ।।ସବୁଆଡେ ତୁମ ଛବି ଦିଶେଜୀବନର ନଭ, ଜଳ, ସ୍ଥଳ…ସବୁଆଡୁ ତୁମ ବାସ୍ନା ଆସେମହକାଇ ମୋ ସଂଧ୍ୟା ସକାଳ ।।ଦିନ ଏବେ ତୁମଠୁ ଆରମ୍ଭହୁଏ, ତୁମ ମୁହଁ ଦିଶିଗଲେ –ରାତି ଏବେ ତୁମ ଠାରେଶେଷ ହୋଇଯାଏ,ସପନରୁ ତମେ ଚାଲିଗଲେ ।।ଜୀବନର କୋଣେ ଅନୁକୋଣେଏବେ ତୁମ ରୂପ, ସ୍ମୃତି ଛୁଆଁ…ବାକିତକ ପରମାୟୁ ମୋ’ରମୋ…
Short bare stumps sob n moan
chopped, cut them all down.
War is a Doklam plateau
And force Gandhi’s kids on the other.
Oh Papa….
Almost all ourAlphabets of life.You fingered on theStrings of our heartsWith different notes.You dipped our soulsInto fluids of cosmic desires,In the vastness of the universe !You painted the petalsOf our minds with colours –Unique,Distinct,Elegant andFull of delicate feelings,Full of aesthetic beauty,Full of life, full of passion,Full of love, full of compassionFor each and every soul…
Why count the stars when
A spoon in the dish.!
A promise of sweet dream
Seeds to germinate on sand.
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Keep it up
With all your heart
Contending.
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Torch me dear or not
For love is a pyre.
I swear
all the Gods herehidden inside the mosques,hidden inside the temples,hidden inside the church,in whatever form underhuman approvalThat I shallnever ever preachothers to be goodinstead ofbeing good myself,That I shallnever teach anythingto minds youngand hearts sensiblea line of thoughtthat could be readand used otherwisein an evil way,That I shall neverbelong to a pondWhere Oceans are around,That…
ତୁମ କଥା
ତୁମେ କଣଅଜାଣତେ ମୋରମୋ ଉପରେକିମିଆ କରିଚ?କେତେ ବେଳେମୋ ହୃଦୟ ଫରୁଆ କୁତୁମ ମନ ସାତ ତାଳପାଣି ପଙ୍କ ତଳେଲୁଚାଇ ଦେଇଛ-ଅଲକ୍ଷ୍ୟ ରେ ମୋ ଉପରେ କେବେଯାଦୁ ଛଡ଼ି ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀ ରମୋ ଉପରେ ବୁଲାଇ ଦେଇଛ? ?ନ ହେଲେ ମୁଁ ଅଚାନକଏତେ ବେଶିଆଗ ଠୁ ଅଲଗା ଭଲାହେଲି ଯେ କେମିତି? ?
ସେ ଦିନ ତ ଦୂରେ ନାହିଁ
ସାଥୀ ହୋଇ ଏକା ପଥେଚାଲିବା କୁ ମନେ-ସଂକଳ୍ପ କରିବା ଆଉସପନ ଦେଖିବା,ମନ ଲାଖି ସୂରୁଯ ଟେଆକାଶେ ଆଣିବା ।।
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…
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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Bathe in it
Like you did never
Fulfilling.
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It’s a great day,
Great in spiritual aspects.Great in History,Great in history of mankind.It’s no more importantWho gave it a start,The colour of his beardWhite or black or brown,The age he bears,Older or young,The party that he belongsThe flag that he possesses.It’s an initiativeTo communicateOneself with the self,Or as says PM Modi,A zero budgetHealth Insurance Scheme.What really important isTo…
Gold is gold, and
Promises and heartsonce broken,are broken for ever! !
It’s so difficult to grow
A candle lit at noon.
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 ।।।
Oh Papa..
Love for the beautiful –A baby or a flower,A girl or a river,The ocean or the sky,The deep or the high.A landscape akin or alien,A new thought,A novel idea orA soothing vibrationEmanating from sourcesStrange and unknown!
Come O death…
any form,any kind ofyou opt to-we are here readyto welcome youat the earnest,for we never wanta stage framedwith so much care,so much waitingto go unattended,stay never presided.Everydayever since we are here,born on this earth,eagerly awaiting your footsteps,like a beloved waiting-for her lover in the dark,you have evertried to lure usto possess and overpowerto swallow usto…
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Written on lips
Blue with life’s waiting
Reuniting.
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ପାଶେ ଥିଲେ
ଆମେ ଦୁହେଁ ଅଜଣା, ଅଚିହ୍ନା-ଦୁଇ ଦେହ,ଦୁଇ ମନ,ବାସ୍ନାୟିତ ଆତ୍ମା ର ଅଗଣା ।
NowI had a clan, a class,
Tobe called upon.I had got a destiny too,Depending upon the lengthOf the journey I undertook.Some called me rocksIgneousrockssedimentaryrocksOr metamorphosed rocks.
Break all the schools
Make gardens therein stead.
Few moments ago
like a child’s tearshed every other momentthat the old yearwould pass awaypaving way as ifto a new born babyTo a completely new year.But what’s newabout a year ensuing?Will this yearcoming closerOn the fifth gearAssureeach of its welcomesA year ofWar-free months,Hunger free days,Lust free nights,And momentsTension freeevery now and then? ?
Ask me dear or not
My heart is your home.
The moment
our hearts bouncedour eyes glancedtogether, towards-a blue embrace-of hands and hands,of hearts and hearts,of souls chumming with loveof two beings fusinginto a complete oneness,into a divine union, is over!It’s better now,we forget each other! !
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Written on heart
With indelible pink alphabets
Eternal.
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It’s so difficult to share
Sandwiched between pains and pleasures.
ଜୀବନ ର
ଆବିର୍ଭୂତାଯାଜ୍ଞସେନୀମୁଁ ଯଜ୍ଞ-ସମ୍ଭୂତା ।।କାମନା ର ମେଦିନି ବୁକୁ ରେଆକାଂକ୍ଷା ରମାଂସ, ହାଡ, ଚର୍ମ ର ଜଙ୍ଗଲ,ଜନ୍ମ ନିଏ ଅଗଣିତରୂପ ହୀନ ବିକୃତି ର ଗୁଳ୍ମ,ଅର୍ଥ ହୀନ ଲାଳସା ର ତୃଣ ।ଅହଂକାର ଅଶୁଭ ଶଙ୍ଖ କୁଅସହାୟ, ଚପଳ ତାରୁଣ୍ୟଅସମୟେ କରେ ଆମନ୍ତ୍ରଣ ।।ଅସୀମିତ କ୍ଷମତା ର,ଅଯାଚିତ ସମ୍ପଦ ର-ଉତ୍ତର ଦାୟାଦ-କରେ ପ୍ରତ୍ୟାଖାନବାଲ୍ୟ ସ୍ମୃତି ବିଜଡିତପ୍ରତିଜ୍ଞା ର ଫଳ ଅବାସ୍ତବଅସ୍ୱୀକାରେ ସାମ୍ରାଜ୍ୟ ର ବିଭାଜନ-ସମ୍ରାଟ ଦ୍ରୁପଦ ।।ପ୍ରତାରିତ ଦ୍ରୋଣ ର ଆତ୍ମା ରେସୀମାହୀନ, ବିଷାକ୍ତ ଦଂଶନ-ହୃଦୟ ରେ କୁଣ୍ଡଳୀ…
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.
Its X Mas today
The greatest of the daysThe Auspicious birthdayOf A divine childOff a Virgin mother,An occasion of ChorusFrom a Billion lipsFor the revered child…And can you predictMy darlingHow I feel and thinkAt present, at this moment?Had you been in my lifeAges Ago, in some CenturyLost in the dustbin of pastWe would have celebratedThis moment,Somewhere on a shoreBy…
I never wished
away to the other worldbefore this worldlost its interest in you.You would never knowThe billions of fans-young and oldwho shaped their dream worldsin the frame that you werefor one and allwho had misseda beat or twowhile you dancedor showed up onscreen.
The drop of final curtain
invoke an urge to fantasize.
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Mesh it up
With dishes of desire
Resurrecting.
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In the dead of night
Unrecognized skeletons found locked inside.
The only quest
order of the worldIs how to achieveA number, larger thanthe largest ever achieved bysomeone in the neighbourhood.
Never ever can I
Laden with the You-ness of you….Never ever Can IGo awayFrom the groundYou walked upon,From the StreamsYou dipped inside,From the buds and birdsYou talked to,From the meadows openAnd leaves greenYou looked into.I can’t be outside…Of that world-Beyond the borders of warmth,Beneath the depths of weakness,I can’t…Can’t live with the airYou never have breathed!I’m yet to knowAbout…
For you
But a story-Eternal,that conquers deathand the Ethereal timeand space.For youthis planetis an eternal scriptwritten inalphabets of immortalityon the paper heartsof your million loverswith an indelibleink of love.The choice ofTime, place and personfor this momentof seprationmay be was not yours-But the voidyou createdis certainly ours,chosen solely by us.
Laughter is a slippery path
Right at the perplexed moment you are cornered.
A poem is a moment’s spark
into the timeless, divine journey to eternity.
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Take a bath
In its vast blue
Heart-throbbing.
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Like a lonely voyager
rove miles and milesof roads of deserted pain.The sunshine sneaksthrough the veils ofdark walking cloudsacross the banks ofthe last autumn sky.At this momentof elegance and ecstasyWords are born.
ତମେ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ଦେଖୁଥାନ୍ତ
ଆଖି ରଖି ଦୂର ଚକ୍ରବାଳେସେଇ ଦୂରେ, ଝରକା ସେ ପାରେଯେଉଁ ଠାରେଆକାଶ ଚୁମୁଛି ମାଟି –ଗୋଲାପି ଓଠରେ ।ଓଠ ଯୋଡ଼ି ଦେଇ ତମେମୋ କାନ ରେଧୀରେ ଧୀରେ କହୁଥାନ୍ତ‘ ଶୁଭ ବଡ଼ ଦିନ! ‘ଭରି ଦେଇନୀଳ ଶିହରଣମୋ ଦେହର ସାରା ଉପତ୍ୟକାମନ, ପ୍ରାଣ, ଆତ୍ମା ଉପବନ! !
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…
At this moment
A smoky cloud wascovering the distant valley,blurring the vision.As if the shadow of deathWas culminating,A dread of spectresAll around.
Again I repeat,
in publicI did not commita crimeby making medifferentfrom highly rated,highly publicized,highly talked ofpeople likea Kasab,a Ram Rahim,a Sarathi,an Asharam,but instead liveda lifeof a common man,feeling hunger and thirst,feeling happy and sad,did many things ordinary,shouting, laughing,crying, quarreling,asking when I neededanything missing-Am I immune to theLaws of this Land?
Then there was
The homo sapiens,Who made all the differences.They turned me theirsTheir home in thecavesThe weapons in their handsThe Gods and DemonsShrines andtemples andPillars in the GraveyardThey made me their tool-The tools of survivalThe tools of revivalThe tools of war and peaceThe tools of love and worship.I paved the ways forTrades and Traditions,Fairs and Celebrations,Rituals and Practices,Affairs…
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Sing with it
Like a tiny kid
Thrilling.
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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.
To err is human,
To force is human,to prevail is divine.To stick to is human,to detach is divine.To flee is human,to fly is divine.To relate to is human,to assume is divine.To twist is human,to restore is divine.To break is human,to make is divine.To detest is human,to love is divine.To think is human,to reflect is divine.To feel is human,to fill…
ତୁମ ଠାରୁ ଯୋଜନ ଦୂରତା-
ତୁମ ଠାରୁ ଅୟୁତ ଚୁମ୍ବନ ।ସ୍ନେହ ମୟଦରଦିଆ ସ୍ପର୍ଶ,ଜୀବନ ର କୋଣ ଅନୁକୋଣ ।ମୋର ଏଇ ଦୁନିଆ ରଅନ୍ଧାରିଆ,ଆଲୋକିତ,ସବୁଯାକ ପାର୍ଶ୍ୱ ।ଏବେ ଖାଲି ତୁମେ ମୟ,ତୁମ ଛୁଆଁ,ତୁମ ସ୍ମୃତି,ଗୀତିମୟ ମୁଲାୟମ ସ୍ପର୍ଶ ।।
Your green and hazel eyes
Snake through valley of my soul.
Come O death…
any form,any kind ofyou opt to-we are here readyto welcome youat the earnest,for we never wanta stage framedwith so much care,so much waitingto go unattended,stay never presided.Everydayever since we are here,born on this earth,eagerly awaiting your footsteps,like a beloved waiting-for her lover in the dark,you have evertried to lure usto possess and overpowerto swallow usto…
ଆପଣାର ମଣି
ମାଟି ପାଣି ପବନରେ-ପ୍ରେମର ଅଲିଭାରଙ୍ଗ ଭରିଥିଲଲୁଚି ଗଲ ଗୋପନରେ! !
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Lit it up
With moonshine of sacrifices
Glowing.
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The soil, the fluid, the breeze,
That floated in thy looksAll through, in thy eyesEvery morning, Every evening…Whose memories had beenMy life, In the heartFlooded with pleasureOn the bed of the mind,In the dawn or dusk or noonIn every darkness of my nights…At this very momentAs it has been, Your image aliveIs kissing the valley of my thoughtsAs I go on…
Both of them eager to find-
Laser Torches versus the lantern.
ଏବେ ମୋର ସବୁ ଖାଲି ପୃଷ୍ଠା
ପ୍ରତିଶବ୍ଦ, ପ୍ରତି ଅକ୍ଷର ରେମିଳୁଥିବ ତୁମ ସ୍ପର୍ଶ, ବାସ…ତୁମକୁ ଭେଟିବା ପରେ ଯେତେଆସିଚି ମୋ ଜୀବନେ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତଆଜି ଦେଲା ସର୍ବ ଶ୍ରେଷ୍ଠ ପ୍ରାପ୍ତିତମ ସ୍ୱେଚ୍ଛା ନୀଳ ଦସ୍ତଖତ…ତମେ ଯେତେବେଳେ ଏ ପୃଷ୍ଠାରେଆପେ ଆପେ କଲମ ଚାଳିଲ,ସେ ମୂହୁର୍ତ୍ତେ ମୋ ଖୋଲା ଛାତି ରେଲାଗୁଥିଲା ଚୁମି ଦେଉଥିଲ….
କାଲି ରାତି ସପନ ରେ ଆସି
ମୋ କାନ ରେ ସେ ଧୀର ପବନେସତେ ଅବା ଆତ୍ମା କୁ ଛୁଇଁଚପାହାଡ ର ଘାସୁଆ ଚଟାଣେତୁମ ନୀଳ ଉତ୍ତରୀ କୁ ପାରିମୋ ମଥା କୁ ତୁମ କୋଳେ ରଖିଦେଉଥିଲ ଅଙ୍ଗୁଳି ସ଼ଞ୍ଚାଳି ।ମୋ କ୍ଳାନ୍ତି କୁ, ଅବଶ ଦେହ କୁତୁମ ଛୁଆଁ କରିଲା ସତେଜମୋ ଅନ୍ତର, ଅବଶ ଦେହ କୁଦେଇଥିଲ କି କଅଁଳ ଶେଯ…
Love
Written on heartWith indelible pink alphabetsEternal.
A man booked for torturing
A Galileo is set free.
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Poured on grave
Brings life back Earth.
Rejuvenating.
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Oil floats
In small, tiny amount.Likewisepeople of low profileScatter their dreamsWhen they fall short ofan appropriate numberthat suits their existence.
Why to kill a state-
In every way you know.
Like a crystal of Salt,
The moment I met you.
ତୁମ କଥା
ତୁମେ କଣଅଜାଣତେ ମୋରମୋ ଉପରେକିମିଆ କରିଚ?କେତେ ବେଳେମୋ ହୃଦୟ ଫରୁଆ କୁତୁମ ମନ ସାତ ତାଳପାଣି ପଙ୍କ ତଳେଲୁଚାଇ ଦେଇଛ-ଅଲକ୍ଷ୍ୟ ରେ ମୋ ଉପରେ କେବେଯାଦୁ ଛଡ଼ି ତୁମ ଚାହାଣୀ ରମୋ ଉପରେ ବୁଲାଇ ଦେଇଛ? ?ନ ହେଲେ ମୁଁ ଅଚାନକଏତେ ବେଶିଆଗ ଠୁ ଅଲଗା ଭଲାହେଲି ଯେ କେମିତି? ?
War is a killing path
The shorter you exist.
A night of sleepless bed
just before the light house.
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Of vermilion paint
On widow’s deserted forehead.
Humming-song.
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It was her
She had totake care, thatShe was atthe zenith of her beauty,She had hermost most beautiful robes on,she checkedevery bud,every leaf,every twigin and around-lest a yellow leaf,or a worn petalshould spoilthe whole preparationthat moment.There were onlya few minutes leftbefore she would bethere at the tableof her dreamfostered so long.She hadno moment to stare,She hadno moment to…
Your job is to carry
No choice left, dear spoon.
ଆକାଶ ଟା ଆଜି ଖାଲି ଖାଲି
ଏତେ ଚଳ ଚଞ୍ଚଳତା ଘେରା-ଚାରି ପାଖେ, ମୁଁ ଦେଖେ ସାହାରା!ତୁମେ ନାହଁ ଯେଉଁ ଦୁନିଆ ରେସେଠି ମୋର ନାହିଁ କିଛି କାମ,ତୁମ ସ୍ୱର ଶୁଭେନି ଯେଉଁଠିମୋ ପାଇଁ ସେ ମରଣ ର ଧାମ ।।ଯଦି କେବେ ଆଗଥର ପରିଛାଡିଯାଅ ମୋତେ ଏକା କରିଅବା କେଉଁ ଉଦାସ ଲଗନେରାଗ ମୋତେ, ଦେବ ସତେ ମାରି!ତୁମ ରାଣ,ସେଇ ହେବ ଏ ଜନ୍ମ ରେମୋର ଶେଷ ଦିନ! !
The race has begun
Tortoises feed on bread from grass.
ଏ ନୀଳ ଜହ୍ନ ର
ମତୁଆଲା କଇଁ ଆଖି,ଅଧା ରାତି, ଅଧା-ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ବେଦୀମୋ ପ୍ରେମ ର ସାକ୍ଷୀ ।।
The first walk is thrilling
Warm embraces of mum awaits.
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Fill it up
With Suns of hopes
Aspiring.
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On the banks of
In the morning or the eveningWhat is so intimateAnd Craving for me,And fills so much craziness…That’s the dream,Young and Nascent,Tender and pleasant,Touches the core of meSecretly, in those momentsOf torturing silence and hollowness.
Laughter is the cosmic tune of love
In the face of an estranged mirror.
A rainbow of day dreams-
A bloody screenshot of empowerment.
Every Sun rising,
However red or brightmust turn gray.For the world of Dogsthere’s no school,Might is rightIs the Golden Rule.No place is thereFor those who weep,World is for him,who wins and keep.Trophies once won,makes you the Hero.Whatever be the way,Zero remains zero.
War is an evil art
To foolthose who always could.
ସେ ଦିନ ତ ଦୂରେ ନାହିଁ
ସାଥୀ ହୋଇ ଏକା ପଥେଚାଲିବା କୁ ମନେ-ସଂକଳ୍ପ କରିବା ଆଉସପନ ଦେଖିବା,ମନ ଲାଖି ସୂରୁଯ ଟେଆକାଶେ ଆଣିବା ।।
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Of hopes, desires-dreams
On deserts of blind.
Revivifying.
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Your memories
Heaps of sadness,Surges of darkness.The wild cry of griffinRushed aroundThe black cliff ofMy heart’s voyageIn sea, storm and ice.
Beauty lies in the entirety.
Nothing alone is the ocean.
A voice was heard
A call of the wildFrom strange worlds apartOr a nick nameIn my Paro’s girlish lipsCalling me to come backTo our spider net home-On the backyard of lost springMoist with frozen wishes.As we met by fateBut were thrown by lifeOff the boat supposed toFerry us togetherTo the end of the times.
As the Sun
A gust of wild windCarries an uneven blowWith a smell of stale conjugationFrom the distant shores of life,Drifts into my blood.The tired afternoonCrushes the wild buds of desireGrinds the crystals of sweet dreamsInto powders of slow deathTo mix with my evening drinks.As I start ruminating,Listening to the stories of-The youth of angry butterflies,The dreams of…
A tiny cute pretty bud
Blooms into a smileAs I talk a whileTo her heart’s nod.
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.
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Grow it up
With lattices of faith
Rapturous.
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Laughter is a slippery path
Right at the perplexed moment you are cornered.
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! !
ଆଜି ଜମା ପଦୁଟିଏ କଥା
ସେମାନଙ୍କ ପାଖ ରେ ଥିବା ଟାଭରୁଥିଲା ଅତୃପ୍ତି, ଅଶାନ୍ତି ।ଆଜି ଗୋଟେ ଉପହାର ତମେଦେବ, ବୋଲି ଆଶା କରୁଥିଲି,ସେଇ ନୀଳ ଅକ୍ଷର ର ଚିଠିମୋ ହାତ କୁ ଦେବ ଭାବୁଥିଲି ।।ତମ ଅକ୍ଷର ଟା ସିନା ତୁଚ୍ଛ,ତୁମ ପାଇଁ ମାମୁଲି, ଅଧୁଲି-ମୋ ପାଇଁ ତମର ଧୂଳି ମଳି-ପ୍ରାଣ ଠୁ ନିଜର ଆଉ ଜୀବନ ଠୁ ବଳି ।।।
The spring hums a song new
Melancholic lullabies of jays fewreverberate through the valleys and caves brown-with the river gallopingon blue heart-stone.
Kaash aap
mujhe dekh paateJan bhi paatemein hoon kya,mein hoon kaun,hoon ya nehin,kaash aap mujhesun paatedekh paatesamajh paateYe duniyaPata nehin kya se kya ho jataMere liyeAap ke liyeHumare liyeHum sab ke liye.Subhas Chandra Chakra04.12.2017
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…
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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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Ah Love where is thine sting?
Thine inspirational wing?That makes all Lovers sing!
One and one are Two,
But what is One, alone?Total, misery.However, some ‘Ones’ have known,How to compensate, in part, for misery,The Artistic refuge is not home,But can be, deep consolation when alone,A refuge, a short contentment,For the lonely heart, a shading tree.
It’s wonderful
And drown yourselfIn Words,And if you’reVery lucky!Say thingsNo one has heard.
We now have,
Of who, (or is it whom?) ,Is going to lead the American cattle.Never before seen,2 such candidates.From Wuthering Heights,(wuther=to blow with a dull roaring sound)We’ve fallen very low,Leaving our muddy footprints,In a slosh of political snowUnable to think for ourselvesOr even growLaying there, inertlyAs the cold wind of defeat,Howls and blows.Forgive me for being so…
When we love, we spread Love,
Oh, would that there were a World,Of only Love, and not hate.
The long silences of Love
To speak their feelingsOf love tender and so sweet,Eyes that speakTheir own incredible languageThat describes love at its peak.
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Not always apparent,
Not always found,
For sometimes it’s too deeply buried,
In the ground.
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Yes,
Played on a piano of metaphors,Each one having his unique imageHis way of saying, poetically,The original sentiments that make poets free,All of this owned, very personally.The rest is heart,Resoundingly blown,By a wind of words,For each his own,Their very soul.
A big screen TV.
Where the notion of time does not exist,And political parties do not writeMy grocery list,Plus a kitchen, with veined marble counters,Where recipes flounder, missing the pointBetween dreams and bliss,Is certainly enough for me,And in no way, a living absurdity.
Always living in make-believe
Cinematography,Naively and romanticallyThinking,It could be reproducedIn harsh reality,One day.Make believe is make believe,Life is not a camera’s dreamNor do we get the part,We want to playFrom just dreaming, which filmWe’d like to be in,As once upon a timeWhen Hollywood made films,The True Romantic Way.
We know
But don’t it.We knowWhat is wrong,But we pursue it.We thinkWe are strong,But we blew it.How longAre we going to do wrongAnd still ignore It?Why can’t we say?Peace, yesI will pursue It!
Take a cure of Poetry,
Will clean body and soulAnd make you feel ‘hurrah’,Navigate its river,Poetic waters, calmRetracing Life in beauty,A whole new different soundWith Love, always around.
The Blue Lagoon,
Were lovers in the past,But as in life,So filled with gloom,Their Love was not to last.The Blue Lagoon,Has no more room,For tears of Cristal light,The Moon has gone,Behind the Clouds,And we’re alone tonight.The painful though,That Memory’s brought,Is here with me to stayAnd like the Moon,I contemplate,To soon be on my way.
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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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I come back,
Of my departed love,Of my only LoveAnd there gaze at my image,Making not a sound,An abandoned Soul,Never to rebound.
To be a Poet
Gales of emotion,And then you blow it!And people know it.Sensitive to almostEverything,When you’re going to cave,You know it,Exaggerating everything,Thru the colors of feelings,You want to touch Ecstasy,Thru worded rainbows of Fantasy,And you show it,And people know it.Yes, believe it or not,It’s hard,To be a poet.< br>To be a Poet.
Wound up
Their JoeMarches onGoing downThe aisle,Like a court jesterLike a Yeti,A figure of dangerYet a clown!Fooling onlyThe mentally blindAnd those to disasterBound,While brainwashedFools look on,As DemocracyIs stabbedIn the backBy sanctuary cities,And dangerous,Treasonous talk,Deep uncalled forViolence erupts!‘God save AmericaOur home, sweet home’Those who reallyLove youFeel so alone!
Life is fickle, life is fast,
So we travel all alone,And our Present is our past.
Sometimes a smile,
Also a word in time,An outstretched hand,Love is so important!Without it you’re a stranger,Forsaken, lost in every land.
Strange,
And you have to write,Like crawling out of a sacWhere you’ve been trapped,Deprived of Paradise,Until finally, you Crack!Become a poet,And who needs That! ! ? ?And,You think you’ve doneA great big thing,Leaning how to flyWith half a wing…
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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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Life is art is
Practically, Spiritually,Art is life isNo art no lifeWhimsically, emotionally,One is traditionOther is superstitionBut many believe in the second.
You see
And hardNo cultivatingNo sowingHow will you do?What will you harvest?With the muse of supporting yourself.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 5 November,2017
The Death Valley – 2
What’s the earth?Now the valley of death,How?Dying, dying, dyingAnd dying fast now!The alive have forgot crying.
(Heavy Stone Standing On Light One – Chain Verse)
Standing a heavy stoneOn a light oneAny time may fall without any stormAnd get damnAnd cause others damn.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │2 March,2018
House
WorseNoise,ImperfectionsWhen leader shows.
Town
DownFellFor cheating piedPiper, born damn.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – –6 Lines Poem ─Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the…
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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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The Quest Of The Passenger
I am the passengerA suitable transport I’m looking forThrough the right road, without hesitationTo reach the destination;By a suitable transportThrough the direct road,I have heard about the only transportThat runs along the only road;That’s the suitable transport I desiredAnd that’s the right road I dreamtWhich I have quested for longNow, to me these two do…
Rules
SetGetBenefits orGuard of devils.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –6…
Nightmare
Horror! Horror!Humans have some nightmaresOne is dreadful virus.
If the word Love
Loves once,Hatred will diveIn immeasurable depthOf oceans.
Lo, how a rose does bloom showing purity!
How the soft and colorful petals unfold beauty!Then how a complete rose attracts all!Butterflies, bees and small birds come nearTo collect the pure and sweet nectar;The rose lovers eagerly look for the roseThus the rose in its life attains success,Blooming in and out of garden even in wildernessHow the rose to all becomes virtually dear!A…
House
WorseNoise,ImperfectionsWhen leader shows.
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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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একটি গোলাপ ফুল ফোটা উপভোগ কর
অথবা কোন বনেএবং নিজেকে গোলাপ ফোটাও অন্যর জন্যে;একটি গোলাপ কি জন্যে, উপলব্ধি কর:এটি কীভাবে প্রেরণা দেয়,এটি কি বোঝায়এবং তোমাকে গোলাপ হতে হবে কীজন্যে?কর্মে তোমায় সৎ ও মহৎ হয়েজগৎময় এর সৌন্দর্য ও সুগন্ধ ছড়াতে।(It is Bangla translation of my poem ‘Rose’)Muzahidul Reza© Copyright
For height need fight in wilderness
For height need quality in civilizationFor height need morality in civilization,At a time every step was legally doneAt present most steps are illegally taken.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 05/18/2017
Hurrah!
Quite Well done!And all day longWith the muse of working inspiration.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/05/2017
Falling in your temptation
I am now near the shoreI won’t be tempted more.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/08/2017
The persons have known One God Creator and
Adopt wrong doings, policyOr be in hypocrisy;If wrong they commit yetIn their faith is fault.About:Reza syllabic Verse (Edited, Revised And Additional Version) :– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
If It Would Be – 1 (Couplet)
If all humans were friendsThere would be no weapons,Whatever you would feel,The most happy I would feel.14 April,2018
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Laugh
Well;
It is tonic
Healing enough.
About
RARe Stanza:
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1)lines stand on the last 2 (4-4)lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 27 June,2018
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Eye
All are seen,Prayed for justiceJustice is denied.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/08/2017
A long path is lying before
Death cannot end itDeath only can transmit,Our body is mortalBut soul is immortal,For it, after deathWill appear the path,No way to escapeSome can or cannot perceive.
Songs Of Nightingale Echo Verse
Your favorite bird nightingaleWell,In day and nightRight,Pours a tuneHow, Leun?Sweet!Wait,You say right and pray muchSuch,A mind, isn’t goodRight,Nightingale at mid nightSpells boundIts sweet tune,Dear, Leun!Methinks, heavenly birdRight,Never leave me alone,Dear, Leun!I, generally think lotQuite!Sometimes,Hymns!
Love
HaveFruit,Sweet, sweet and sweetNo bitter taste.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – –6 Lines Poem ─Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there…
An excellent piece of modern poems
Of war, horror, terror, destructionViolence, crimes, corruption, oppressionDepression, deprivation, frustrationSnatching, robbing, raping, wrong doingAbducting, killing, cutting, firing, burningBombing, massacring, occupyingTorturing, tormenting, spoiling, damagingForgery, hypocrisy, lust and all ill forces mixed.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza |12/24/2016
The Day Of Reconciliation
For certain period this is the chariotFor crossing the wayThe route you directAnd anyway,Then the truth shall appearWherever you are,It is the day of reconciliationSoon to all ‘t’ll be well known;By the day the truth shall appearWherever you are,That you shall faceWhen your every part shall confess.
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Have
Fruit,
Sweet, sweet and sweet
No bitter taste.
About
RARe Stanza:
– – – – – – – – – –
6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No.4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │30 May,2018
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Named By Owner Can Never Be Changed By Other
‘Siam’ is the best nameGiven in the Qur’anAnd in the Hadith, as wellWhy is it changed by some humans?The causes are unknown,It is their stupidity or sinsFor this they should seek forgivenessOtherwise, they have to suffer for this,Similarly, ‘Salat’ is the best nameGiven in the Qur’anAnd in the Hadith, as wellWhy is it changed by…
Where are you, dear mom?
With the cherries from MichiganThe grapes from Thailand,The apples from North GeorgiaThe oranges from CaliforniaThe dates, the figs from ArabiaThe sweetmeats from India,Sea food, weeds from JapanSpices and fishes from CeylonI am waiting for long and longWhen I will sit with you along?Some say you are no moreHow can I take it any more?I offer…
Need Quality To Avoid Anarchy
Don’t fistTo be fisted,Don’t chideTo be chided,Don’t spitTo be spittedDon’t beatTo be beaten;Let me be quietWith patienceAvoiding partialityHaving honesty.
The Pretension
INJUSTICE WORLDWIDEHUMANITY IS DENIED,THE LESS IS SHOWNONLY PRETENSION.
RARe 2nd Stanza – Message Of New Year
Year comesYear goes,Leaves noteAt foot,Reminding great messageNo more years, no more years.
Finger
In our four hands and feet,All are not equal but we needSurely.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 28 February,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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In an envelope marked:
God addressed me a letter.In an envelope marked:PERSONALI have given my answer.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
I heard a Negro play.Down on Lenox Avenue the other nightBy the pale dull pallor of an old gas lightHe did a lazy sway ….He did a lazy sway ….To the tune o’ those Weary Blues.With his ebony hands on each ivory keyHe made that poor piano moan with melody.O Blues!Swaying to and fro on…
The rent man knocked.
I said, WhatCan I do for you?He said, You knowYour rent is due.I said, Listen,Before I’d payI’d go to HadesAnd rot away!The sink is broke,The water don’t run,And you ain’t done a thingYou promised to’ve done.Back window’s cracked,Kitchen floor squeaks,There’s rats in the cellar,And the attic leaks.He said, Madam,It’s not up to me.I’m just the…
At the feet o’ Jesus,
Lordy, let yo’ mercyCome driftin’ down on me.At the feet o’ JesusAt yo’ feet I stand.O, ma little Jesus,Please reach out yo’ hand.
I play it cool
That’s the reasonI stay aliveMy mottoAs I live and learnIs dig and be dug in return
I sat there singing her
She said;‘I do not understandThe words’.I said;‘There areNo words’.
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by design…
self immoliations
by candle light.
intimate Gethsemenes,
crosses that smell familiar.
bodies left silent
by unmarked roads.
small furry animals
killed by cars in the night.
yet i stand by your window,
with unrestrained eyes…
hands opening and closing,
drool on my chin.
watching you sweep the floor,
of any last trace.
naming the demons
that stole the night!
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i am the heart of stone,
my feet speak their silent prayers,my silence clothes their waiting.i feel the passion, the beat of stone,i am their embrace of both earth and sky.you are the fire both hot and cool,that defines the breath of their being.i am the time only mountains know,you the tick of the flesh born clock.as eternity bows with humble…
rich people pray
hands in their pockets…poor people prayo’er shared fires,the cooking pot namesthe faces of their children.whose God listens?whose God cares?the earth keeps turningwith ears gone deaf!
old hands unbutton
old hands make coffee,open the dusty blinds.old hands wash a few dishes,make breakfast for the dogs…old hands feed the stray cat,make toast and wait.old eyes caress the sunlightas if an old friend.old eyes see the work,yet stop, to touch the morning.old eyes kiss the trees,the squirrels, and distant mountains.old eyes ache with longing,and amazement.old hands…
when my heart smells like your feet,
when your lonliness lights a candle,then i will come as wind to blow it out.when your tears fall onto my scars,then the silence between us breathes….
a half a fifth of brandy
a tired old hat hangingon a forgotten peg.the flower garden bare,the windowpane sighs.the old rusted spicket,covered by the spider’s web.empty boxes in the closet,filled with nothing that remains.wood stacked against the porch,even the old dog knows.letters falling from the mailbox,the ink wet with rain.my hand buried by the wellhouse,my heart buried neath the gravel!
sandaled feet, dusty streets,
pages of history written in historiesof those that came after….walking with the gods,listening as they spoke ofworlds far across the universe…tales of the flood, creation and beginning,all handed down to them….and handed down by them….a whisper in time, merely an echo,as if a stone dropped in a pool…and now our own world,crashing headlong o’er a…
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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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You can delight yourself in wisdom when you try,
And like the quarrles of the tempers of the hatred around me.You have to learn to know the difference of things!And to choose what is right always;So come out of the foetus of love and,Tell the world that you are called Melvin! !For we are all to face the world with our various talents;And i…
Do have my sympathy my love,
And today i am very sad.Hello Jennifer,I am Nivel your neighbour and i have this poem for you;Because the story of your father’s death had really touched my heart,But be very strong and move on in life.
With many legs and many acts,
OH yes, a spider is what you are because of your acts among us;For you’ve persecuted many in the name of falsehood to gain your wealth;But, the end comes and you will be judged.
Our forefathers,
But an error came for the multitude,As salvation is now accredited to the narrow path.Profit and loss,But only few people will be saved!For just as the body without the spirit is dead,So is the Faith without works is dead also! !
Männer und Frauen,
Und ein Baby weint,Aber so ist das in Afrika.Ob Nordafrika,Ob Südafrika,Ob Westafrika,Ob Ostafrika,Ob Zentralafrika,Armut in hohrm Maße in Afrika! !Aber es ist zwischen der Vergangenheit und der Gegenwart;Wie die Sonne und der Mund,Und die Slums in Afrika wachen immer unkontrolliert!
Welcome to Ghana,
Welcome to Accra,Either by air or by land;Welcome to Kumasi,Either by air or by land;Welcome to Tamale,Either by air or by land;Welcome to Takoradi,Either by land, sea or by air;For it is like a pleasant child in the forest of love.Hannah, Ghana is all that you have to visit in your life time.
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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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The love of a girl and the love of a woman,
I am from ‘Anambra State’ and my name is Octavio;For the days of one’s life are numbered and,I want to meet you with my love.Let ears discern what i am saying and,Let my sweet love meet your heart;But the deep things of love are known by all of us.
You will surely drink from the cup of my love,
For you are Mamagila and,I will respect this muse of yours always.
Encounter,
Pretending,Questions;We need the ground for a proper understanding,And like the intensity of your love towards me.
The Greco-Roman and the early Christian Religions,
But your doctrines are not the same as sated in the Book of Truth.
Pounds and ounces,
Horses and chariots,Follow me and i will lead you on;But there is no one like you my love.
It is very sweet like sugar!
If not, you will overdose yourself very soon with it.
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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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Your hurt me while you smiled at me!
And like the warmest greetings from the land of peace.A great and a might nation is now set before you! !But should i hide what i’m about to do for you? !For i want you to learn from is right and just always,And like the muse of your love in the land of many colours.
On this earth,
But let me have brown sugar for my tea,For the echoes of the beach are closer to me.The syndicate,Pay it all back to save my name;For the goat-stew is now served on my table.
I will do it for you when you want me to,
And your love is like rice and chicken with pawpaw!My sweet Aicha,You are the dream of my heart;And like the colour of the blue ocean around us.From the wings of the air to the legs of the ground,From the fins of th eocean floor and to the mobility of nature’s call!For you are my sweet…
Let me swim in your red valley of love and,
For i will surely find my way in this thick black forest.Come and let me kiss your body and,Let me hold you closer to my body as well;For i need this red valley of love to swim in.
Alternative, native, altar, alter, at, in, an, tin, tan, net, ten, heat, tea, eat;
And like a colourful bird in the land of your muse.Alternative, riven, rivet, tale, later, late, veer, veil, era, ear, are, ant, sate;Feel my muse and feel my mind,And like a singing bird in the land of your muse.Alternative, tree, rate, van, vet, vain, vat, tail, tie, tear, rat, tar, naive, it;And to satisfy the…
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Biblical;
Look for the means to find your way to me,
For i am ready to give out anything that you request from me.
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To the land of spies,
To the land of diamonds,To the land of trees,To the land of scorpions,To the land of thieves,To the land of thinkers,And to the land of pirates;The law is not only laid down for a righteous man but,Also for fornicators and for kidnappers.
Wine is a mocker and,
So whoever is deceived by them is not wise;But let the simple learn a lesson from them.
Who Yahweh blesses,
Yes, that is the truth of Father Yahweh!But the truth is always beside us.
How can you achieve the impossible?
How can you reach out to your goals with your dreams?For the obstacles around you are too much to bear!But my life will surely go on.Your hand is like the condensed milk of my love,And i do have perspective ideas to count on your love;But, what is untouchable in this world? !And like impossibilities becoming…
My poetry is about love and,
And like the joy of the singing birds in the air,But your sorrow will fly away so soon like the wind.From the views of a bird i became a bard,And from the views of the public i became a teacher;But your love is why i am here today,And like the muse of joy in the…
Cracked illutions,
And i will never forget the last night.A time of wheat and a time of love,With apologies to the victims of the world;But this pregnancy is dedicated to my lover.Of man’s curiosity,I’ve spent 40 years starving for success!But i am now pregnant for my lover,And it is like the era of globalization.Please, somebody should tell…
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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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The soldiers used the women and now,
Some can identify their fathers but others cannot,And this is part of the problems of war.
It is well with my soul,
It is well with you,In joy and in peace;But love is like uneven strokes,So is marriage when you fall into it.
Grilled and barbecued babies,
He who have ears,Let him hear this message.Gone too soon without a trace,In a land called Japan;She who have ears,Let her hear this message.Wine is a man but,Beer is a woman;Life is all about us but,One man’s meat is another man’s poison.A very sad state,Where babies are barbecued for food;I don’t need medals to crown…
Waxed old bones,
And like the pain of a woman at childbirth.The strife of tongues and the shadow of thieves!To distinguished between the right and the wrong;And to delineate inborn differences,Love itself is something but where lies the truth?
The unfolding of Your laws gives light,
And, i have never felt like this before.Can we fix it?Yes we can;Can we sell it?Yes we can;Can we spray it?Yes we can;Like living in the land of painters.Of the blue ports,Of the red ports,Of the white ports,Born in Asia but made in America.To the land of beautiful ladies,To the land of handsomemen,To the land…
Strange coincidence!
But i wonder why?Because, we are from the same river! !
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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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IF you would smile a little more
If you would stop to think beforeYou speak of faults you see.If I would show more patience, too,With all with whom I’m hurled,Then I would help and so would youTo make a better world.If you would cheer your neighbor moreAnd I’d encourage mine,If you would linger at his doorTo say his work is fine,And I…
MARK TWAIN is dead! No, no, that cannot be,
Say rather Clemens has been called above,But Twain still lives for all the world to love.Mark Twain is dead! ‘T is false, I’ll not believe,For Clemens only will I pause to grieve,But Twain still lives, ‘t is Clemens passes by,Mark Twain, Mark Twain was never born to die.The hand that held the pen is nerveless…
Sittin’ on the porch at night when all the tasks are done,
An’ my shirt band thrown wide open an’ my feet upon the rail,Oh, it’s then I’m at my richest, with a wealth that cannot fail;For the scent of early roses seems to flood the evening air,An’ a throne of downright gladness is my wicker rocking chair.The dog asleep beside me, an’ the children rompin’ ’roundWith…
GOOD, kindly Mother Nature plays
Who care to tread her pleasant waysAnd listen to the song birds’ call.The tulips and the violets growFor all the world to gaze upon;With beauty are the hills aglowNot for a few, but everyone.Her grass grows green for rich and poor,For proud and humble, high and low;Beside the toiler’s cottage doorHer morning glories sweetly grow.In…
I have no wish, my little lad,
I am content to be your dadAnd share with you each pleasant game.I am content to hold your handAnd walk along life’s path with you,And talk of things we understand-The birds and trees and skies of blue.Though some may seek the smiles of kings,For me your laughter’s joy enough;I have no wish to claim the…
You don’t begrudge the labor when the roses start to bloom;
You don’t recall a single careYou spent upon the garden there;And all the toilOf tilling soilIs quite forgot the day the firstPink rosebuds into beauty burst.You don’t begrudge the trials grim when joy has come to you;You don’t recall the dreary days when all your skies are blue;And though you’ve trod a weary mileThe ache…
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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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The myths of light and darkness
The mysteries and miraclesSurrounding it?What it is dark, let it be,As the dark will remainUnto the lastAnd these can never be resolved.What it was dark, will continue to be,What it was dark,As dark is dark,Not only dark, but beautiful.
Elizabeth Bishop,
I am hearing, hearingThe music of yours,The rhythm of speech,The cadence of melody,The falling and rising pitchOf speech,The music of life,Rhythm of speech,Rhythm of life!Elizabeth Bishop,Bishop,You in the need of music,Music of lifeAnd its melody,Melody breakingWith the cadence of speech,Rising and falling pitch of sound,Sound sonorous and musical!With Worcester, Massachusetts,Florida in image and pictureAnd mind,You…
A.P.J.Abdul Kalam
And a teacherAs lies itThe book of his life.A studentWith so much loveFor his teacherAnd the teacher tooSo much lovefulAnd as a teacherHe mingling and mixing withWithout any hindrance.
On the Facebook want I to see the face
Who is missing since longAnd my profile there just to trace her, trace her,To find out the whereabouts of the missing girl,I open the Facebook just to see her.
The night is dreadful,
The feminine foothold?
The kite
Circling and circling overAnd to perch uponOr pickNear the municipal heapFull of stench and foulStill catch my eyes,Fill the heart with joyTo see that someone stillDoes the jobWith much zest and spiritWhen all the else have leftOr say care it notFor scavenging.
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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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Beauty said to herself,
I can feel myself,But I have no arms,I want to kiss and embrace,I am perfect at my place,I want to see my beautiful face,I want to enjoy my lasting grace,But I have no eyes to enjoy,I need a repeater toy,So the toys were made,And the joys were made,Keeping remote control in hands,Beauty started the musical…
Come on, hurry up, and let us walk to the moon,
Moon has promised to come on the earth,Tonight you’ll see my art and my worth,Come on Grand Pa with the Lady Grace,Moon wants to see her lovely face.Moon is my friend and he asked one day,Sweet little girl on your coming birthday,With your help let me make a moon light way,On the day in person…
So nice to see you sweetheart once again,
Preen it, preen it and make it a fountain,Come on dear clouds, come on with the rains.Come on for a new wound with much bleeding,Come on to test a beloved and her healings,Come on to test my wings that is exceeding,The limits of my poetic and romantic feelings.Come on for the birds who want to…
Tell me during the march of life if we get a lake?
Where nobody is there to watch our mistake,Put off, wash it, a new dressing we cannot make,Recurrence of an ancient sin the sky intends,How many miles more we shall be friends?Above I see waiting for the death of humans,Black metallic eagles to excrete the weapons,Below I see so called leaders, worst demons,Carelessly we are watching…
Oh! black clouds,
I don’t want thunders,I don’t want lightning,I don’t want rains,My beloved is away.When he left the village,I was just thirteen,But I am now sixteen,And I now understand,The meaning of the moon,In my ring finger.All the girls of village,Are singing folk songs,On the swings that are hanging,In the mango trees,And behind a large tree,I am standing…
Basic needs and necessities of a human,
It’s an activity simply inhuman.For the declared wars humanity has a convention,That has framed a few international laws,Though it has so many flaws.But something is better than nothing,Humanity is looking for anything,For the proxy wars we need a convention,Not the cure after a nuclear war but a timely prevention,Need of the time is an international…
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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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I am lying on the pyre
All things ready along with woodIn grudge across the river water increasedThe last relative comes late and sees my faceForget all in grief to cover my chestWhere lay the thousand woundsFor which I died a hundred deaths.This is my last hope and honor so I criedOh cruel! Take away all but keep wounds secretRespect my…
Theme song is playing
And you understandThe show comes to its endYou have to leaveThrough the exitVery quicklySomeone is waitingto replace youpatientlyon the corridoryou come acrosswith himface to facehe reads the climaxin your facesame as with mequick and fastspread widelong and highwith maximumpossible heightthat is the climax of my lifenow I playlike the theme songvery slowif you wishyou may…
Poetry
It is not rising on the topNor is it crushing down of me to the groundI did not fell in love eitherNor is it a breaking up of any relationNeither had I broken any ribNor I smashed my headI was in smooth sailing in my lifeNo subtle or no magical wordsNo extra ordinary puncture of…
Soft golden sunshine
Bees buzz around.
If I knew the day of my death
Now I would have been grown to twenty oneAnd till date no meaning of life have I seenYet, no enough reason I got to quit my schoolThough for months I had been stuckNo step I could take forwardYet I did not take my feet to move backwardIn the hope to become younger and youngerAnd dreamt…
Do you want good health
Then run your limbs in exerciseLike the lips of a Zionists
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Half
Spoiled,
Half has been burnt
By hellish touch.
About
RARe Stanza:
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6 Lines Poem ─
Syllables Meter: 1-1-1-1-4-4
Rhyme Scheme: aabbca; ababca; aaaaba.
RARe Stanza refers Right Angle Reza Stanza.
Geometric Theoretical Explanation of ‘RARe Stanza’
The 1st 4 (1-1-1-1) lines stand on the last 2 (4-4) lines,
At the joining point, line No. 4 and 5 there the 90º angle is generated;
The 90º angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 13 July, 2018
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The first hour of New Year reminds the last year
How that soon lost!How much happened!How much earned and lost!Silently recall the celebration, images of New Year.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 31 December,2017
Car
Here park the carHere park not the car,Car is multi-sizesRunning barWith wheels,With hollow inside,He, she, you and I sitOur traveling is fit.
Arms
CauseSuchHorror! Terror! !Bring hellish curse.
Cute
StraightDied,At age nothing;Beauty, strength last.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Rain – Cinquain
RainDrop after dropFall from floating clouds,Drizzling or in torrent sometimes,Superb!Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 14 November,2017
You go treading the flowery path
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │29 January,2018
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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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(Ode To March, The Month Of Independence – An Horatian Ode)
Holding the history from 1971,To remind the oblivious generationHow our ancestors fought thenAgainst oppressors, occupationistsArmed, fully cruel massacrersMassacred lots of common mass,Dishonored woman folks a lots,Destroyed innumerable properties,So every year you come to see us, March.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │22 March,2018
(Allegory In Couplet)
Your gun can smellHuman beings well.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │10 February,2018
Rain drops fall
Fill pond, lakeFlow through riverTo the sea,The sea makes vaporsSends to the sky, airAs cloudsClouds fallAs rain drops.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 07/05/2017
RARe 2nd Stanza – Good And Bad Food
Good foodGood healthBad foodBad health,Good food is ‘Halal’ foodBad food is ‘Haram’ food.AboutRARe 2nd Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
RARe 2nd Stanza – Coronavirus Wanes
LockdownSchool, townAreas,Village;Human beings stay homeCoronavirus wanes.AboutRARe 2nd Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Allegory – 31
Ant laborFind favor.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 8 June, 2018
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In a never ending
Embrace,
Full of beauty
Full of grace,
That nothing
Can replace.
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Sometimes Poets write nonsense,
But better tis, not to write any quizThat makes intelligence frownFor the danger is, the Poet may look,Like a silly, stupid clown.
We all cling on to something,
But the trunk must be healthy,To bear all that Life can be,Solitude is always our worst enemy,But love and understanding,Has saved many a lonely tree.
Ah, Sharing,
Sharing good ideasSharing beauty,Poetry, Art and Tears,Sharing love, movingAway fears,Sharing all this,The very best of life,Since humanity exists.
Drifting, drifting, drifting away
Getting, getting, getting awayFrom life’s realityIts noisy traffic,In a poetic way.Looking for peaceAnd calming daysWhere twilight is easyBrings night, peaceful sleepHoping, hoping that the new dayWill not bring back memoriesOf dreams that did not stay,Those that were never possibleAnyway,Those that were always,Out of reachAnd too far away,Where love was cradled.But never did stay,Where love just…
Profitable?
Agreeable,Depends to whom,Fulfilling, like Love,Yes!Who are you?Take a guessPoetry!You always, Bless.
Give me a pen
Piece of paper,I will tryTo give back,As literary lover,Much more,Than I’ve takenSimply loving,Poetry’s,Living act,In the theaterOf wordsThat so expressFeelings,Better than allOther thingsEver heard.
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The immaculate conception
Of Rose and its thorn.
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If we put everything
Do we findAnswers?Maybe not!But along the wayWe have probably.Investigated deeply,Learned a lot,And Learning always isA salutary and fulfillingRoute.
Forget me not
For I will still love you,Love can’t be killed,It lingers on,Especially if it’s true!The tears that fall,Upon the floor,Say I keep missing you,Why did you leave?You took my life,And broke my heartAnd yet, I still love you.
There are Loves that you remember,
But nothing is forever,Things, just never seem to stay,Happiness is a feather,So often blown away.
I had a nice day,
It was Artistic through and through,Some ‘sillies’ I wrote,Were not for a quote,I thought of Bette Davis,Piano love, George Gershwin, too,His music always a win-win,Especially, Rhapsody in Blue.My limbs felt the emotion,Of the Spirit from above,All stupid human commotion,Far away from me today,And I felt a new Emotion,That the World had gone away.
They say,
With the Person,But with the Ideal,That Person represents,An abstract wonder,In your heart and in your head.Is it possible?Is it so?Please tell me,I so would Love,To know!
All our efforts,
Are Nothing,Compared to the Pain,When a loved one dies.
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So easily, lost,
So painful to resign,
But always special,
And one of a Kind.
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Some poems have a fragrance,
True felt musical cadenceA magical, sweet radianceThat sets them far above.
I am fabricating buttons,
They will say ‘US is Shoddy’,Over here you’re just Nobody,Finished, ‘au revoir’ Finito.
A sickening odor
And false burnt offeringsInvades this Country now!Never worse candidatesMake the Show,Shabby, dishonest, and loud,Repetition of deja vuFailures,Dishonesty and malfeasanceIn disarray, partner,To gain and milk,The political Cow,Now!From the bowels of HellAnd its burning Domain,They came,God help usIf they get the powerTo reign and regainIn exclusivity, if so,All democratic tiesWill be lost,And all seekers ofLiberty’s good fortuneWill…
A Caged bird!
Sadder nor CruelerThan to CageThose thatHave Liberty’s Wings!Killing them,By Forbidding thenTo Never againLiberty, sing!
Poetry is all about feeling,
And Love is the deepest feeling,At which, Poetry can arrive.
You think because you’re a poet,
Not true,It’s just that at certain moments,You may be,Or seem a little less Dumb.
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On a single stem,
One Life, One Love,
Together,
No one dare, ever,
Separate, Them
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Everyone’s got opinions,
Since society was formed,It has been a total disaster.
For those that want to hurt others,
Verbal Venom should be kept,In a special Vial,And not dispensed haphazardly.If not, after a while,It loses all efficacity.
When Love is gone,
Life in you, does not shine,You’re empty like a hollow tree,With no fruit on the vine,The sadness that you feel today,Will, just forever with you stay,And then you die a bit each day,When love has gone away.
There is so much more to Poetry,
It condenses life’s priorities,Plus all we hold most dear.
I find such delight
Like a loving hug,Or chocolate candy,I just hope that sometimes,I get it rightAnd can make others feel,Fine and dandy.
Art must be,
In an almost holy action,Initiating,Profoundly, touching reactionsThat in amorous conjunction,Between feelings and inspirationWill enableThe artist to dream out his work,Giving rebirth to his spiritual beingThru creative feelings and thoughtsThat can neither be forced nor bought,Art, to be shared, with no profit seekingExcept for, the communicative pleasureInvolved,Like cultivating a rose,Just to receive the thrill and pleasureThat…
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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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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.
Like a miraculous filter
A poem holds so much,Says so muchMoves so muchCan teach so much!That even volumes,Cannot touch.
Travel to the Moon,
Drown in a Lagoon,Of unanswered,Constant,Whys?
Short Poems
At least,Some,Temporarily arrestThe pain around,Put your heart at rest,With deep melodious,Sounds.
Beautiful things,
Even desired,But a beautiful Soul,Is so rare and precious,That it is forever,To be admired.
This used to be our time,
Spring Time,When, we were happiest together,As Winter’s cold retreated,March sang its Spring Time Song,Slowly, then fury, excitementAll around us, new life was born,But this year, it’s sadly different,Gone for me all the excitement,You’re no longer by my side,And all love is gone without you,Life is but an empty ride.I remember days of rapture,When togetherness was…
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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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To share
Of Poetry,Admire Nature’sInexplicableBeauty,EmbraceWith delightfulAwe,The Sea’s,Blue, infinity,To hold the handAnd feel the verySoul,Of the One,You so, blindlyLoveTell me,Is that notHow ParadiseShould be?
Love has no barriers,
It just happens,Without frontiers.But many are the loveless,Held back tears,If love doesn’t happen,Life disappears.
It’s never too soon, nor too late,
Waiting at your gate,Don’t close it out,Let it come in,It may really bring you,A World in a rhyme,With images, thoughts,And beauty sublime.
Here is a poem
Enjoy its wordsIf they are rightRegard its imageJoin its flight,And learn that loveGives life, its mightTraveling furtherInto light,And don’t forgetTo give a smileTo those alone,To those abandonedIn life’s trialSometimes a poemOpens doorsTo feelingsNever felt before,If they are goodThen make them yours,Spiritual richnessAs bequeathedBy just a poem,Nothing, else.
Infused with the emotions,
I travel freely,Without pain, without fear,Knowing that Love Is,The only reason we are here.
A Poem is
You think it is,Not just pretty wordsPut togetherTo speak aboutSeasonal weatherNot just poetic,Bliss,A Poem Is,Because its creatorMade it exist,Because it canTransmit,Feelings you neverFelt beforeBecause it madeYou feel,Spiritually, AliveLike you never feltBefore,Because it embracedYour soulAnd made you feelLove of spiritAnd thoughts,As you have neverFelt them beforeAnd never will,For anything elseIn that incredibleWay,That Poetry, Can!And that is…
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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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Poets,
And at no charge,For this business,No tariffs,Involved.
So personal, so deep,
What mirrors keep,A sigh, a tear, a secret love,Those things that poems are made of.
They’re not leaders,
Working for all They can get,Their lives with our sweat to perfectBenefiting only, the governing classPeople in speeches receiving,Broken promises and poisoned flowersThat makes the Game offered,To decent, credulous voting foolsA scheming, totalitarian tower,Laced with the chains of much too much power.
The heart of most poets,
You would think it was made,Of love, pity and lace.
It is not how you think it,
It’s how you say it,And for that,To Poetry,I take off my hat!
Who will I talk to now?
Can’t answer back,A staring wall,Flat in my face?Or to insane marchersAlso a human disgrace!Or should I try to encounter,Those,Who never did anything,But in fury rose,To kill decency,Or whatever good that grows.They say the world and its Heads are round,But the minds of so many are flat,Monotoned with ignorant soundsThat accuse the mouse, instead of the…
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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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There once was a man,
High office he held, as head of the Land,He governed so poorly, and so out of hand,He turned the Great Country,Into nothing but sand!
The thin needle
Extracts,The poet’s bloodAnd writes with it,There is nothingFake there,There is no otherWay to write!You must leave,Part of you,Part of your lifeRight thereIn every writtenFiery, DazzlingFlare!
I know I can’t change anything,
And whisper to the Wind,Let’s go together, you and I,As romantic dreamers do,So It complies,And, carries my words away,Into the deep dark night of oblivion,And as a player in a lost-cause-play,A tremor starts to tear me apart,In the darkness of a World without a heart,That We cannot change, the wind and I,So I cry,But, we…
So many imitations,
In the bottom of the OceansThat hide so many thingsLike maybe even our originsAnd from where life does beginOr are our secret answers,In the spirals of the UniverseOf which we don’t know, anything.
Strict poetic forms
Today, an open pathTo poetic Liberty,Poets writeOpenly,Freely flowing in streamsOf inspirationAnd personal fantasyLetting a poem beWhat it has to beUnfettered and freeSuppressing, no inspirationModels of self-determination,Independence,And poetic, universality.
Sometimes
Like the finest winesLike the finest things,The Most beautiful things,That man has createdAnd that to Life may bring,The best, yet anticipated.I like to be intoxicatedBy these many things,But above all, by BeautyKindness and Love,I like to be takenFar away by dreamsLike the cinema used to do,Where today, mostly bloodyStreams, lead the way.It’s about almost all…
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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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We are supposed to know the difference,
Innumerable texts written about it,So how come we haven’t learned yet?How to live honestly, working for what we get.
The sweetness
On our feelings does impose,A purity, a peace that glows,That only Nature can compose.A Rose does impose,Beauty,Thru visual power,Symbolizing,Love,Therefore being,Poets and Angeles,Favorite flower.
Nothing moves like a poem,
It remains a living witness,Of how words can turn to Art.
I love poems that have wings
With chills and thrills,Miraculously,As when a bird singsHow can such a little thing,Sweetly, in its tune,Such endless, happiness bring?So, I conclude,Poems, thrills, chillsEcstasy’s, promenade,Miracles at will,And a lover’s confessionHave been,Life’s, golden obsession.
The generosity of Poetry
That it allows you to sayWhat you are feeling today,What you love,And even,Maybe, at timesWhat Life is all about.
Love’s the height of all desire,
It is Paradise on fire,Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet!
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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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What inspires me to write,
Writing to me is like a soothing potion,A session of psychiatric smoothing lotion,That brings me calm,And even if I never get things right,At least they have been put into motion,Thru this untangling of emotion,That Helps me, keep up Life’s fight.
You talk to yourself
And out of solitude and frightA poem may be bornWith love in sight,It’s like giving birthAloneOne, cold and lonelyNight,To the child in you,That never was ableTo take flightBut in a desperate poem,Found its true Life.
Do you hear
Always asking, Why?Wondering if their heartsAre made of Stone,As life’s rivers dry,Emptiness does chokeWith unheard, sighThe errant heart,The lonely heart,The broken heartThat softly cries,That softly diesNever, having found,A loving Home.
A better world,
Is thatWhere,Love, loves Poetry.
They say that Dreams,
Do not always come trueBut if they’re shattered, one by oneThat does destroy you too.
In the spirit of humanity,
And it will never die!Woven lace of feelingsThat sometimes, even,Softly,Makes you cry.
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Apart,
From all the rest
Of creation,
Don’t betray it!
Don’t forget it!
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True Art and Poetry
Human jealousy,The petty partsOf our dysfunctionalEgotism,Such is the grandeurAnd UniversalityOf their Composition,For more than all elseWith purest Love,They touch,And conquer the profundityOf our hearts,Making, both human and divineThis glorious transition,Into loving Poetry and Art.
Words of Love,
Emotions, uncontrolled,Lets ask not why,Our lives begin,When Love of us, takes hold.
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.
Cambiaremos las sonrisas por lagrimas
los parajes de la luna, son sombriosfrios, aunque parezca, al revesyo te querre’ siempreaunque tu no me quieras,Una y otra vezHasta convertirme en tu sombraPara siempre, despues.TranslationDon’t Leave Me.We will exchange smiles for tearsWhen you will no longer be here,The spaces on the Moon are SomberAnd Cold, even though,it may not seem that clearBut I…
I have to say what I have to say,
I’m just that wayIt may cause trouble,I don’t care,I have to followWhat I think is fair.So much injustice in this world,The Truth forever stomped and blurred,At least with language there’s a chance,To maybe, clearly at things glance,Sincerity, is what we need,Then Love will flourish,And Truth be freed.
To share Beauty,
All of Life,Is worth just This.
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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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An outlet,
Liberation,What keeps me sane,A great sensation,That keeps me singing,Thru good and bad reigns,That makes me feel,All’s not in vain.That is Poetry to me,To write is not only to be,But to be, while being free.
I read her verses
As if She were alive!So touching,Their sincerityAnd beautifulSimplicity,I cried…
Sometimes I think,
Is such a waste of time,Who really cares just how you feel?Or if you’re prose or rhyme,But poets are a Dreamer’s race,The pen flows on its own,And even if they have no case,They want to set a tone.Poetry sometimes is like lace,An ornament to have,But when it’s written from the heart,You’ve got the winning card.As…
For those that want to hurt others,
Verbal Venom should be kept,In a special Vial,And not dispensed haphazardly.If not, after a while,It loses all efficacity.
Have I lost you now forever?
Where no light will shine, now ever,Nor give respite to my plight.Have you by now, All forgotten?All your words that were caress,That were written for me only,When you thought I was the best.So now Nothing really matters,I will no longer posses,All the dreams that now are shattered,I shall put this Love to rest.
It’s hard to live,
To live without your Love,The shadows grow,The silence grows,And Life loses its touch.My long lost Love,Where did you go?I call, in vain you’re name,The silence knows,Not where to go,All emptiness, the same.A void wind blow,It’s cold ice, slows,Life’s lonely, loveless game.The hollow hearts,Where love was lost,Will never be the same.
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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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Miami has a pickle smell,
You enter in a restaurant,And eat and eat all that you want.And there is herring too, you know,So white that it resembles snow,‘Light Bagels’ with some cream and lox,That even would please Mr. Fox.Miami how I love your name,I come and go, you are the same,Maybe a new hotel or two,But that won’t change my…
Purple lilies sing no more,
Life brings clouds of come and goThen suddenly,One day, you turn around,And find you’re all alone.When, oh When did life begin?So fast it passed away,Long ago, it seemed so slowThen, only in one dayAll the roses died at once,Goodbyes were never said,All the roads just led to one,With loneliness ahead,Never more to be as one,Never…
A poet’s gift to others
And when appreciated,Nothing better,Ever heard.In our materialistic world,We sadly findArt’s bitter battleHoping to survive,All Poet’s Words,Try also very hardTo keep the artistic spirit,Well in hand,While poets’ spiritsStill on Beauty thrive.
Creators of
At times,Artistic SkyscrapersThat defy the passageOf TimeThru talent, heart,And art,And yet! ,Masters of unimaginableCruelty and Horrors,Distributors,Of pain and death,The Horrible Paradox,Of human behavior,Itself!How can we be,One and the same?To be so,Artistically creativeYet also,Alas!Monstrous creatorsOf so muchDestruction and pain.
My poetry is made of tears,
They accentuate my lonely fears,But calm, me when you are not near.My tears are mine and mine alone,They’re sadness that no one can own,They’re part of loving you so much,A Love that only tears can touche.
Truth
Nor acceptedTill it is tooLate,When hate andDestructive forcesHave already,Burned HopeAt the stakeIn endless,Human mistakes…
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I and he,
My Dog,
Sandy.
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Strange,
Different tastes,MannerismsTime to wasteIndividualisms,I supposeIt’s all part ofThe behavioralPattern,Of the human race.We are all,So differentIn so many waysThink of itAnd practice,Understanding,ToleranceFor others’ views,As long as not harmfulPractice kindness,Not terror’sInfractionsBring about peaceNot destructive,DissatisfactionAnd above, be goodTo one another,Please,Don’t hurt each other.
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.
What is fiction?
Back and forth,Life’s turning wheel,Things that hurt and things that sting,Propaganda’s evil wing,Where is Truth, where can we find?Something pure that heals the mind,Love is truth and truth is free,Therefore I chose liberty,Let my thoughts be open wide,So that farther I can see,A world whose wheels when they turn,Reach for love and purity.
Said the poet to the fly,
All I see,Is an empty carafe,Were once there were,Seas of expectancyNow, disappointment,Has the last laugh.
If you’ve got,
Say It!We are all in such great need,Of the proper orientation,Of our lives to truly feed,With that life saving Good Seed.
I have been to many countries,
But I knew when I first saw you,I had found my promised land.So I loved you as I love you,Now and when I have you near,Taking refuge in you dear arms,Where just tenderness, appearsWhere there is no room for tears,As you dissipate all fears.Oh to Love You, to have found you,Made my life worth so…
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In a compassionating way
Completely surrender to their wishes
Madness
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after meeting you
no sunrise, no sunset
Ek Rihaayi ke baad rooh aur jism juda ho jaynge,
Faisla hoga jab Arsh pe Qayamat ke dinDekhna us din kaun giraft mein hote hainaur kitne rihaa ho jayenge
Finally moon regained its senses
In the colourful packAnd showed its true beautyPortraying life in 29 daysWhen it is new a little bit shyAppears and disappears quicklyAnd then it starts waxing from the crescentLike a child learning to crawl and sitPlayful and bubbly among stars of galaxyWhen it is half, we all become judgmentalWhy this and why not that!And become…
Dreams said to him run and chase, but he said I have patience
If you don’t have passion, Dreams said, you won’t run nor have the patience.
Tomorrow I shall roam free
Body that captivated me for longLong enough to keep me aliveNow I shall be free from any accountabilityAccountability that kept me in checkCheck that I am still alive and livingLiving a life which is predestinedDestined to certain path and waysTomorrow when this soul will see the lightLight of the day from the darkness of this…
Don’t know how and when
The uninvited guest!I kept it closed, every time,Never allowed anyone to tryClosely guarded my dreamsLike a pearl in the shellHow did that happenedFrom where he arrivedThat uninvited guest!They all cautioned meAbout the lustful mouthAnd the intimidating eyesHowling like a vultureWho pierced it through?I must say, the Sun, The MoonThe nature, the birds, the flowersAll I…
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Why?
A tie
Every one need
They are out of it
Detail?
That is detail.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 05/02/2017
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Flies on the bird
All day spends freelyAt night in the nest,Sleeping at a stretchThe night passes best.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 31 December,2017
The Bloodthirsty More Than Ferocious Animal (Haiku Poetry)
▌The bloodthirsty areSucking blood of human through,Killing, massacring.▌▌They are ferociousLions, tigers, bears, hyenasBlood sucking they go.▌▌▌They are always so!Suck blood and laugh ho, ho, hoHumans tremble, oh!
I am in love
Nations, communities, humansCountry, world, GodSo with poor, miserable, unluckyDeprived, oppressed, distressedIf you love me, you will also love them allI am in love, I hope.
Afterward is an unknown term in future
Coming at well future depends on present;Dismissing hazardous futureEndeavor best early at present.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 29 November,2017
Kind
FindFriend,No enmity,Hatred in that.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –6…
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I know this and theseThis and these are my knownWhich every one can knowI do not know that and thoseThat those are my unknownWhich no creation can knowGoing to know all thoseOften wrong and difficulty we face;There is a hard boundaryBetween known and unknownFor the creation it can never be easyTo cross the limitationSo in…
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Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation?
What do you know of Love except the name?
Love has a hundred forms of pride and disdain,
and is gained by a hundred means of persuasion.
Since Love is loyal, it purchases one who is loyal:
it has no interest in a disloyal companion.
The human being resembles a tree; its root is a covenant with God:
that root must be cherished with all one’s might.
A weak covenant is a rotten root, without grace or fruit.
Though the boughs and leaves of the date palm are green,
greenness brings no benefit if the root is corrupt.
If a branch is without green leaves, yet has a good root,
a hundred leaves will put forth their hands in the end.
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