So much a part of life and yet,
It’s what kills life, the best,
Bitter reminder of our living debt,
To Time,
That neither young nor old,
Can easily forget.
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How thrilling can a Painting be?
To paint a Scene that has the flair,To make you feel that you are There.
Poor Trees,
Thinking that one day,They’ll reach the sky,Not knowing why,It’s an impossibility,But they try,They don’t give up,The strong green natural Skyscrapers,That hug the earth with roots of love.And stand proud and high,Always reaching for the unattainable Sky.
There is a sort of
Since Robert M.SmithHas gone.Poem HunterNot the same!Its luster and shinePoetic grace,Gone!Feel sort ofOut of sortsAnd sort of numb.
Even if you did not love me,
For in True Love there is no pride,There is no shame.Even if you did not love me,My Love for you would not be tame,It is my Life and my domain,It is my happiness and pain.Even if you did not love me,I’d cross the ocean and the sky,Just to be near you,And hold your hand,Before I…
Where do we go from here?
In what direction do we steer?Never happy, nor content,Lending ear to false events,Candidates, wrong arguments,Brain washed all thru History,By false sense of libertyLong sad song of Tyranny,That’s not changed thru History.
The fires of Hell and Hate
Exploding in our face!Any distortion is good,To find for Power,The shoe to lace.Evil writes its own storyDrowning Truth in its shameless hateFor all ideas that spell goodness,It will be dangerously, too late.There are political forcesMade up of black and blue slateThat can destroy CivilizationsAt an incredibly fast pace.Beware of Political Planification,Of those that pretend to…
Where is time-
All the questions
Are in every second,
Every minute, every hour,
Every day, Every month
With everybody.
But the sun is there
In the place of posting.
The man is there
Busy in working.
And I see no fear of time
For the purpose of living.
I am the poet,
And I am going on
Creating poetry.
For whom, I am creating?
Definitely
It is for time,
Time,
I depict in you
Dear friend, where
You are here with me.
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Editing life is an art,
Life is not confined in a particular order,Let life move freely in vast blue sky.Self is in charge of life,Study the self by checking and correcting mistakes major work to be done.A lot of things are there to learn,All should stay cautious and care for environment.
ଥକାମନ
ଯିବା କେଉଁଆଡକୁ ଥକାମନ,ଯାଇ କୋଉଠିକୁ କରିବା କଣଆଉ କଲେ ବି ମିଳିବ ସମ୍ମାନ!ସମ୍ମାନ ହେବ କଣ?ବାଇଗଣ ଭର୍ତା ନା ଆଳୁପୋଡାନା ଟମାଟୋ ଖଟା ତିଅଣ!ଥକାମନ, ଦେଖି ପାରୁଛଅଛି କି ନାଇଁ ଠିକ୍ ତୁମ ନିଜ ନୟନ!ତଥାପି ଶୁଣ ନିଜ ବାସସ୍ଥାନରେ ରହିଶଙ୍ଖନାଦ ବିଜୟର ତୁମ ନିଜସ୍ୱାକ୍ଷର ସେ କରିଛି ବହନ।ଦିନ ଯାଇ ଆସୁଛି ଦିନଆଉ ୟା ଭିତରେ କେତେ କେଉଁଆଡୁଆସୁଛି ନୂଆ ନୂଆ ଜଣାଣ ଭଜନ!
Earth and stone and wood and metal,
Life is but natural.In Odia, Brahmi script;ମାଟି ପଥର କାଠ ଧାତବମତେ କହିବାକୁ ଦିଅ,ମରିବେ ସମସ୍ତେ, ପ୍ରକୃତିଗତ ।
ଶତ୍ରୁକୁ ବଂଚେଇବାକୁ ହେବ ନିଜର ଶକ୍ତିବୃଦ୍ଧି ପାଇଁ।
ଶତ୍ରୁ ନ ଥିଲେ ନିଜର ଇ କ୍ଷତି।ସହିସଲାମତ ଥାଉ ଶତ୍ରୁ।In English;To empower yourselfYou have to make the enemy alive.Remember no enemy no power.If there would be no enemyYour loss is there be sure.Let the enemy stay as such.
I proceeded further
Protecting it.Some recommendedTo go empty.Some other wish goodShowing blue.No disturbance en routeSome other cautioned.I proceeded furtherAnd further statingMultiple options.Facing all challengesI opened a new path.
No mother at home,
In your workplaceOn your land,No sweet talkBy your wife,No son to take care,Better not stay there.
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A simple sentence for my part
Composing with some simple words,
Might be sung
For any one
Whom I knew
With life touching hue,
I request you for
Keep mine this simple prayer,
Mine strong witness you are
Request I have no more.
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I could refrain me from all wrong doing
Then I could be a saint, couldn’t I?Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 7 December,2017
My keeking glass! My reflecting glass! ! My mirror! ! !
To show me my outer figure;Then you show me and all around me my real faceYou reflect my all the causesWhether I am guilty or guiltless;Mirror, I won’t punish you for showing all those allEven I won’t rebuke you at allI want to reform me for the final;Finally, I will thank you for saving me…
It is a nonet in a nonet
Syllables in this poemAnd it is nine-line verse,It is wonderfulIn formation,MeaningfulOne isWell.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza| 9 December,2017
Name
ManMain,Call I’m namedIn it no fame.
Forgery has for no time any verse
Yet I have written a tercet for this hellish vice.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 7 November,2017
The New Diver
Knee waterNew diver,No matterDive, diver!
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Uncertainty,
With an elabotated kinship;
But my kinfolks have been left far behind! !
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Page, cage, wage, age, gage, mage, rage, sage;
But whose hose is now hanging over there?Date, fate, late, gate, bate, mate, pate, sate, rate;And like the 14 Boxes of items shipped to her,But she possessed what you wanted.
When it meet him,
Because he had been my guide since all these years!When it meets her,It will be my pleasure;Because she had been my lover since all these years!Life is just like that,And i am always searching for new grounds to satisfy all of you.
To find true love,
To find true romance,For the world around you is full of them;And like my emotional letters to you,But the sun shines on us all on this earth.
You are arrogant and proud,
But my mouth shall speak of love and beauty always,Because i am a teacher like yourself.
Desolation,
Slander;But the truth of the righteous utters wisdom,And his or her tongue speaks what is just.
Life is like Yazebel in Yezreel,
And like á man wearing a leather belt around his waist;But Milcom was the god of the pople of Ammon.Yliyah and Ylisah set out from Gilgal and,I have set out to write to you my sweet lover;For behold! The building site of this city is very pleasant.Of a chariot on fire!Of many houses on fire!But…
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Keeps it rotating,
Time
Mechanical and Cosmic.
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I often meet them
And at bus terminusesRubbing tobaccoOn palms with limeAnd putting intoTheir mouths,The tobacco-eaters,tobacco-eatersFrom Bihar.
Were you a rebel,
A Leninist,A countrymanOr a wanderer,Who, who were you,Nagajun,An experimenterOr a new movementer?
Is poetry dying,
Almost dead,If not,What can it give to mankindBarring sentimentalism?Is poetry a dying art,Is poetry dying,If not what can it to mankindRather than sentiment and emotion?
There are many to say,
To say it,I love youBut how many of usLove it the heart,The soul,Say You?Say you, I shall not,But you will,How many of usFor true love,How much sincereAre we to each other?As I can see it from hereAnd feel it too,Love is not loveAs the forced smilesOf the modern man put on artificially,Handshaking coldly,Just for courtesy’s…
I am myself mad
If keep you my companyAs my madnessNever curableAnd they know itAs poetic madness.They themselves are madAnd will make it all the mad,I mean,The mad, mad peopleMaddening it all,No talk to do,But poetry, poetry,The most inactive people.
Culture is something that you
Culture is something inbornAnd hereditary.
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The same Old Time
With the old watch going,
The Time Man.
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Dark Daughter
My affection,My sympathy,Is my love of heart,Love of soul,Love of life,Love of the worldMy love of art,Symbol,MythAnd mysticism.
The dark daughter smiling in the dark sun-burnt hamlet homes
Dark and shining blue in the falling sunlightEven in the midst of poverty, illiteracy and superstition,Malnourishment, backwardness and underdevelopment.The dark daughter smiling, lisping, calling with love, papa,So careful and affectionate,But reared up poorly,Working and dutiful,But a neglected female baby of India,The poor tale of poor India.The dark daughter labouring and toiling hard,A small girl-child of…
With the D.Js.
Thinking myself,Taking to beWith the D.Js.,The D.J.,D.Js. dancing,Dancing and rollicking,Beating, beatingAnd I, I too thrilling,Getting thrilledWith the beats and vibes,A D.J. you,A D.J. I,D.Js. you,D.Js. they,Us,We all D.Js.Dancing,Dancing and shaking.
My question is,
The credo and anthologyOf modernismIn Indian English poetry?Are they poets or poetastersOr even not,The versifiers,The writers of broken verseThe English poets of Indian English notBut the vernacular menTrying to write in EnglishFor a wider platform?
I know it that I shall not be able to finish my Ph.D.
And have fallen in love withIn the libraryAnd suspending the research work, want I to be after herFor sometime more,As Ph.D. will be done later onFrom this university or that universityBut my love, the strange beloved of some strange meetingWill never,Where shall I search her,With the sketch photo of hers, where to advertise and post…
Who is the blue-boy
The fluteSo melodiouslyWith the crownDecorated withPeacock feathers,The blue-boyLooking so cloudy,So hill-panoramic,So cloudy and lurking,So sunny blueAs the hills dazzle in sunlight,As the clouds lurk over the hillsThat hue shaded in,Silhouetted inThe face ofMurari, Krishna-Murari,Krishna the Flute-player!
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Sign
Rone,
Wastage passage
Passes in time.
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 │ 16 July, 2018
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World without stars
Enlightening world.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 15 December,2017
A Complete Fruit In Haiku
Fruit looks colorfulTastes sweet and is nutritiousKeeps cute and healthy.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │24 February,2018
ভুলে যাও
আমার কথা ভুলে যাওযদি তা ব্যথা দিয়ে থাকে,আমার দুনিয়া ভুলে যাওযদি তা তোমাকে আবদ্ধ করে রাখে।
Love Is Tough In Haiku
Climate has been changed;What’s about love? AlreadyIt has gotten tough.
Your Weapons
Now seeHow vulnerable yours weapons are!May beYou should treat those goddam onesTo fight against coronavirus,How ugly nonsense you are!To treat humans no medicinesBut killing them you have weapons.
Act your actions
How do these affect?Shall act your reactionsWill see you,How those shall react.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/11/2017
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Here.
Life,
All green.
Peace,
Shapeless.
War,
Welcome all
For new life.
Safety
And defensive
Dust and
Death.
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ଅସ୍ମିତାର ଅର୍ଥ ଖୋଜୁ ଖୋଜୁ
ସୁନ୍ଦର ବଗିଚାରେ ।ଏ ବଗିଚା – ମୋର ଦେହଆଉ ଏ ଦେହକୁ ନେଇଯେତେ ସବୁ ହିସାବ ଏଠି ।ଏଠି ମୁଁ ଇ ଘୋଷଣା କରେଁମୋର ଜିତାପଟ ଆଉ ଏଠିମତେ ମୁଁ ଦେଖେଁ ପୂର୍ଣରୂପରେ ।
Shanti pain kabita
kolahalaru.Aau kabi bhala painPakhya badalae rakhyaka bhabare.In Odia lipi or Brahmi script;ଶାନ୍ତି ପାଇଁ କବିତାକିନ୍ତୁ କବିତା ଥାଏ କୋଳାହଳରେ,ଆଉ ଭଲ ପାଇଁ କବି ପକ୍ଷ ବଦଳାଏରକ୍ଷକ ହିସାବରେ ।This is a translation of the poemPoetry EmergesbyGajanan Mishra
No birth
But see the cake.No cakeNo birthSee only day.No dayNo cakeOnly birth.Birth is thereAnd no deathHow is it!Death is runningAnd no birthImagine society.Society withBirth and deathBut no limitHorrible.HorribleThe dayThe lifeWith cake.For a cakeWe fightLike cats.We fightAnd we lostBefore monkey.HorribleLifeAnd livingThe whole days.
My life
AndMy poetryIn life –Not the same.Yet, I goWith bothFromThe very morningTo the late night.I seeEasy declining,I feel alsoEasy rising.Come on with me,Dear men,And releaseYour pressure.Let me measureYour growthHere on this earth,Full of poetry.Write your ownAnd enjoy life.
Play and
Love andLive peacefully.Be honestAnd listen toThe truth attentively.Go on accepting yourselfAs the symbol ofAll strengths.
କବିତା ଲେଖୁଥିବା ବ୍ୟକ୍ତିବିଶେଷଙ୍କ ପାଇଁ
ଏଇଟା ଉପଯୁକ୍ତ ସମୟ,ଏ ସମୟରେ ନିଜ ଭାବନା ପ୍ରତିନିଜ ଶବ୍ଦ ପ୍ରତି ନିଷ୍ଠାବାନ ହୋଇଆଗକୁ ଆଗକୁ ମାଡି ଚାଲିଲେଇତିହାସ ବଦଳି ଯିବ।ବିଭିନ୍ନଆଡୁ ନାନାଦି ସମସ୍ୟା ଆସିପାରେ,କେତେକୁଆଡୁ କଣ ପ୍ରଲୋଭନ ଦିଶିପାରେ,ଗରିକଣ୍ଟାର ଖାଦ୍ୟକୁ ଲୋଭ କରିସେଥିରେ ଲଟକି ଗଲେ ବରବାଦହୋଇଯାଇପାରେ ସବୁକିଛି।ଏ ସମୟ ସତର୍କ ରହିବାର ସମୟ,ଏ ସମୟ ମାଛ ଆଖିକୁ ଅର୍ଜୁନ ଦେଖିଲା ପରିସତ୍ୟକୁ ଆବିଷ୍କାର କରି ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧାର ଆଲୁଅନିକ୍ଷେପ କରିବାର ସମୟ।ଏ ସମୟ ଅନନ୍ତ ଇତିହାସ ସାକ୍ଷୀ ରହିବକଣ କରୁଛ କୁଆଡେ ଯାଉଛ,ନିଜର ପରୀକ୍ଷା ଦେଇ…
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Life
Main
Two terms: birth, death;
Short far between.
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Thank You – 2
You have given me lifeAnd bright lightThat I can walk the roadWhich You have made right;Thank You for life,Thank You for light,Thank You for the roadFor me You have made right.
With Love And Care – 23
With love and careYou can be greatThough you didn’t think before,They work with spells; you’ll find.
Peace
GriefGoes,Mind, you know firstHow to earn peace.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
RARe Stanza – Works Of Mill
MillGrindsAllGrainsTo make feed forThe beings all.
Yours
TheirsWards,With mercy seeThese facts, leaders!AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Bloom,
ZoomGood,That everyoneCan know the theme.
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Noise
Pass
Things happen; start
Some and end some.
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Dive
FindLifeIn its depth; then,Mind! You resolve.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
Lips,
Teeth,MouthHelp eating throughOesophagus.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 90º angle…
I am here in my country
As I love my mother, meFor which my forefathers fought,I love my country’s peopleI love its thingsI love you allAs I love my means,I’ll be a good oneI’ll do good for allI’ll cheat no oneFor help One God I’ll call.
~Devils~
Evils every point form withViolences, wars, crimes, corruptions, horrors, terrorsInflicting everywhere,Low down all virtuesSuspending humanity indefinitely.~Evils~Evils laugh defeatingVirtues now every time, thenIll intentions as violences, wars, crimes, corruptions spreadLiberal powers get chokedSo devils and evils everywhere found.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/22/2017
Man
Do,TooThat angel can’tBut devil can.
Why do you call me back?
You see at every momentI need some means to spend,For that I have to earnOr there shall be no return.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 05/13/2017
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Run
Much,
How will it be?
Reaching in time.
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 90? angle is generated;
The 90? angle is known as Right Angle in Geometry.
©Muzahidul Reza |30March, 2019
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Plane
OnLandThe passengersSafely return.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –6 Lines…
Heart
MindHears,Brain and bodyHow they react?AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –…
RARe Stanza – Lean Mind
Par!Far,InLeanMind! They sufferedBoth here and there.
Still humans are harming, killing humans
Still humans are wasting valuable assetsLike playful naughty children;Still humans are passing days without foodAnd grazing like herbivorous animals;Still humans are passing homeless nights,Like nocturnal animals and birds;Still humans are involved in all corruptionsLike nasty, ugly and lower beings;Where is they call modern civilization?Where is they call rationalism?Then it is nothing but a funAnd devilish…
Bread
GoodSourceOf reach, activeCarbohydrate.AboutRARe Stanza:– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –6 Lines…
No
NoGain;For corruptionsIt’s reversed now.
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My consumer, the past,
Of a life that will not last,
In fleeting seconds you consume,
The fire and strength of youth,
You cause desire to become withered,
And of no use.
Time,
Present is so fleeting,
Moments of happiness,
Like Ice, sleeting.
Time,
Future always uncertain,
Waiting for the closing curtain.
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Living in a Cloud Burst
All my life,A fantasyMake believe,Even in poetry,Will only give,Momentary euphory,Not ever,The superb fulnessOf ForeverIf ever, a happy,True reality,You’ve missed.
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!
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.
Dreams, Imagination, and other Time wastefuls,
‘We do, because without us,Life can be a very sad and serious bind.’
No one is really happy,
The One Eyed Cyclops,That nothing,ClearlyEver, sees.
What does instill within our minds?
Why do we always want to know?The essential things, that do not show.
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And in free time
I compose poems
For me.
I know
I am before
Your time.
Time,
I never go
Behind the time.
Time,
At times
I think
We both
One
And the same.
Time,
All the time
I search myself
Here there.
Time,
Spare time
I find
No where.
What time is it?
I ask not anyone.
I believe not
In local time
In next time
In good or
Bad time.
Time is time
The whole
And complete
In me.
Time,
And from
Time to time
I caution you
And you realise
Your position.
Time,
An honour
And about time
I want to say
Nothing, nothing.
On time
I do
What I want
Time and again
Within time frame.
I declare
Time limit
Time out.
Timetable is
Here with me
Don’t shout.
Remember I am
Very careful
About the timing.
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ମୋ ସରକାର
ମୋ ଓଡିଶାଯୋଉଠି ନାଇଁଆଶା ଆଉବିଶ୍ବାସ ।ଧନ୍ୟବାଦମନ୍ତ୍ରୀ ନେତାଧନ୍ୟବାଦଅମଲାଅଫିସରଧନ୍ୟବାଦଶିକ୍ଷକ ଛାତ୍ରଧନ୍ୟବାଦକୃଷକଇଂଜିନିୟରଡାକ୍ତର!
Life is nothing
A process ofInhalation andExhalation.Time is nothingBut a process,A process ofExcretion andConsummation.World is nothingBut a place toOffer sacrificeAlways.
ଭୂତ ହୋଇଗଲି
ମୁଁ ଭୂତ ହୋଇଗଲିଆଉ ପକ୍ଷୀ ହୋଇଉଡିଗଲି ପ୍ରତିମୂର୍ତ୍ତିଛାଡିଦେଇ।ଭୁଲିଗଲି ଦୌଡନ୍ତି କେମିତିଘୋଡାମାନେ।ଫେଣମାନେ ଭାସନ୍ତି କେମିତିସମୁଦ୍ର ଉପରେ ଭୁଲିଗଲି।ଭାଗ୍ୟ ଥିଲା ଏମିତିଆଉ ମଣିଷର କାଦୁଅଭରାଜାଲରେ ପଡୁଥିଲି ଥରକୁ ଥର।ଚାହୁଁଥିଲି କିନ ପଡେଁ?ପ୍ରଥାକୁ ମାରି ପାରୁ ନ ଥିଲି ଗୁଳି,ଆଉହମ ହମ ହେଉଥିଲି ସବୁକୁଯଦିଓ କିଛି କାମର ନ ଥିଲିରହିଥିଲି ଭୂତ ହୋଇ ମୁଁ।ତପୋବନ, ଟିଟିଲାଗଡ, ବଲାଙ୍ଗୀର09/11/2020
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Nor own any houseYet I am housebound.2A new hour startsAnd no one can sayIt is nothing.3In-house hostilityAlways hereYear after year.4Let me floatIn the seaAll in ice.
No need to merge,
And who am I!See me I am nothing.If you so likeMerge in your very ideas,And move forward.In reality I know youExtremely dear to meBeing the truth.
The fish, the sea,
All appeared andAll are protected.The mountain, the playground,The sun, the moon,All are active andPositive and creative.But with heat and cold,Men live with all enviousness.And they are anxiousTo know their own fate.Nothing to do,Let each one know.
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Desperate life
Know not anything.
But dear
Beauty is therein.
Life and
The sea here
With us
At this time.
And we all are
Crying like anything.
But dear please
Open the window and
Enjoy the sight
Brilliantly.
Not land
But labour is
Your own.
Life- not static
But maintain
Status quo.
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Who is the real enjoy-er
What is that,And where is that,That can gives you joy.Without giving any answerYou smile and I wonderAs a little boy.
Here,
Dear, just go onEarning timeIn youIn me.Great sea isWaiting.Great sweepingBy the airJust go onVisiting.All risingAll thinkingFor lifeFor lightAnd showingEach other might.All alive.
I am searching
Who is the ownerOf all theseThat are here.Fellow men, you are toStay cautious forThe remaining period.Get yourself engagedDear men, for own elevation.But I am hereFor everyone andFor everythingThat are with me.
All eternal,
The son, the daughter,And their body materials.All appear asLiving entity.All are their ownCreator, maintainer andAnnihilator.All belong toTheir own world.No class, no caste,But all are universalFrom time immemorial.
Nothing is there to achieve,
Still, we are all in the struggle,Struggle to achieve somethingThat have no meaning.Am I not right?Let me narrate the whole story,That is related to you only.And in this way you are related to me,But I am not able to return back your call.Here on this lake, in this way,I am fortunate to get you in…
The resultant effect
Is suffering.Go on searching knowledge,My dear men and stayFree from suffering.Dare not to violateThe law of nature.Try to stay thereAnd know the truth.Being a man come forwardAnd stay in truth consciousMovement and acceptThe fact of life.
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Desperate life
Know not anything.
But dear
Beauty is therein.
Life and
The sea here
With us
At this time.
And we all are
Crying like anything.
But dear please
Open the window and
Enjoy the sight
Brilliantly.
Not land
But labour is
Your own.
Life- not static
But maintain
Status quo.
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Inside see Karona
And outside?I know notWhere is it!Where is itI know not Karona!And I am busyIn merry making.Merry makingWith death!And it is allInside me.Am I not Karona!
Hear the stories,
The dead.Are you not dead?Have you gotAny natural loveFor truth?I know not,But I know,You areStill, here.Cultured,EducatedAnd awakened!
ଶତ୍ରୁତା ସୃଷ୍ଟି କରିବା
ମୁଁ ନାହିଁ କଉଣସି କଥାକୁତିଳରୁ ତାଳ କରିବା ପାଇଁ ।ଦେଖାଦେଲା ଯଦି କିଛି ସମସ୍ୟାଚେରକୁ ଖୋଜି ବାହାର କରିବାକୁମୁଁ ତୟାର ଆଉ ଲାଗିଛି ସେଥିରେ ।କିନ୍ତୁ ବରଂ ଅଥଚ ଆଦିରଉର୍ଦ୍ଧ୍ଵରେ ଥାଇ ମୁଁ କହିବାକୁ ତୟାରକିଏ କଣ କୋଉଠି କେମିତି ।ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦିଷ୍ଟ ଭାବେ ହେବ ନି କହିପୁଣି କଣ ପାଇଁ ଏତେ ଭିଡ,ପ୍ରେମ ଛଡା ଆଉ କୋଉ ଭାଷାରେକରିହେବ ସମସ୍ତଙ୍କୁ ନିଜର!
Even outside the self
All comicsBring me back.I am drawingYour attentionBy writings.Bring me backAnd pick me up.Let me watchFirsthand.Midnight is burningThe moon, see andPursue your dream.
I know, when you are
You protect me,No one else canDo any harm orKill me.But when youLeft me andYou want to harmOr kill me,No one else isThere to protect me.I love you, I knowYou are the only truth.
True to words
And with allPairs of oppositesWe all try to conqueredThe moon with desire.Good to allWe are allIn eternal unionSo to say with the moon.
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Life
Small,
So, mind! Life form
With truth in hymn.
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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I need light,Where? How can I get?Buying (fuel used) ?Inventing (fuel used) ?What will be?When fuel will be finished,Therefore, I need renewable fuelFor the stages of life whole.
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Best was
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Same
Line,
Each other start
And end same time.
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They are so attractedEating, reading forget,Yem, ‘Is it anyway, good? ‘Hem, ‘It is no way good.’
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The right road just showsThe right destinationAnd takes there acrossMountains, desert, ocean.
Return,
No foundNo returned;Lost!UncertainTo regain,If regined,ChangedAnd nothing main.
For whimsical interests you do wrongs
For self gaining you tell lieIn oppressing scale you are high,For capricious interests you snatch rights of otherEven do not hesitate to murderYou declare yourselves all doerIn destroying scale you are obviously super.Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 06/18/2017
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In
Soft,HardAll are the same,Same enjoying.
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Life
Light
You will finish,
I’ll leave this team.
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