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Cats are running around Besieging all the burrows in sniffing jestures, Blackened spirits in utter desperation Seeking quivering mouse on holes. Mouse that are born on conscience depth Brought up with faint knowledge To charm the graves of moral saints
The incessant lapping of ripples, Sounds of waves that swell and fade, Mask all the murmurs and whispers Of amblers on the moonlit promenade. The hovering darkness of the night, Ignored by the roaring sea outright, Rising and falling to
Give me a cup laced with poison, little cobra’s kiss graveyard……………. she is sleeping under the tree……. remembering the days of togetherness, kisses deep with a candle, unending……………… desire me, trap me…….surround me let me face my destiny…. cannot escape as
Did you know that Never knew none To know what’s what Poem let be done. Primitive the people Of the early days So is religion Founded yesterday. Media is a set-up Government is a fraud Churches, pure business Well-played, applaud.
Wisest of the wise always quote Poison for the poison is anecdote Hatred and contempt is to float From one boat to another boat At times a mote takes us- remote This is how humans promote Vices on the chest
Alone, perched upon the precipice, The Thinker, swathed in Olympian bliss, Thought thoughts of Truth and Power. The din to his ears did not rise, He did not witness Mankind’s demise From his lofty ivory tower. He fashioned fantastical fancies,
With my scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder the precise circumstances any thing to be born Tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the Dow Reckoning a series of events sustained life similar to sowing
Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint, This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection, Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. Contrast, yes there’s one, A distinction can be drawn, For you’re rarely right, While I’m never wrong!
I gathered insufficient number of perceptions, because I put them into old bottles. I walked an endless distance from this permanent peak in the desert to the other camel hump. Is it progressing – It’s not in my hands. I’ve
What is timelessness but the kindness from gods’ eyes wrapping the world at sunset’s time? And eternity, doesn’t it stay hung from of each day’s last moment balance’s pan? Is not perpetuity smiling disguised in the bridal body of the
Her contemplation is blue, like Monalisa’s portrait; That smilingly caresses with her latent tears. Nobody knows, When She cravingly sobs and; Where she wishfully cries; And who knows? When, she’d sacrifice her next smile; Her every smile in love. Her
Like a fallen angel am I Unloved and unwanted Distressed and disturbed of heart Unable to die and too pained to live. I exist like the walking dead In the realm of the living Waiting for that elusive grace For
Autumn is our conscience. Vast expanse of blue sky nurses it, white clouds occasionally cover it up, cool air quickly cleans the blockade. Autumn is short lived. It wears peaceful colors. Monk like contemplation wraps it up by logic and
an ever lasting night, darkness etched everywhere. screams emanating, throughout the land. pain calls forth, sheer agony cleansing and purging, reaching beyond skies threatening souls, in this fear borne, in this night, silent suffering, silent contemplation, of the storms, following
Morning came and dreams walked out, A savage life was knocking my door With harsh iron hands holding an unpalatable casket Loading grey flowers of troubles having colorful multitudes Immaterial my blinking desire, my aversion and perturb It ran in
This life takes that which may be taken and avows that Which is without comprehension, Embodiment unreasoned, seeking purpose, it Navigates with pain and pleasure, Yet not with both in equal measure, rather as season dictates Upon which emotions soar
A rare bird is he with feathers illuminous red and green; a bird that only few will ever see and perhaps ’twas meant to have been. This bird flies free over mountains and through the mind of a dream; escaping
Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music
Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,
This demon has seduced your inner being open the windows of your soul look before the darkness consumes your very existence draining every source of energy turning the mirror on yourself becoming lost in this unbearable reality be quick! before
Brain Born Perverts : The denial of earthly existence ! Does The Existence sustain? Beguile compels to distort , And infuses the fickle fake plots . The dignity of faith and the formidable stature Are plundered by time winged lockouts.
Every day, for every day when you start your day Look towards Jesus and give Him praise, endless praise Praise to Jesus for His love freely, perfectly given Praise to His glory, His power and mercy Praise to one day
The rain clouds rushed in dark rage Shapeless masses, swollen and drunk Sudden outpour of a pearly lace Raindrops weaving me a precious sight. Lo, from blissful loom, the warp of heaven Threading through each coconut palm Spinning live yarns
My sins have risen landing me in a prison Darkness dwells In the corner of my cell Hope has fled And trust is dead There is no humanity Only insanity Innocence is not alive anymore It is something I thrive
Once upon these rocks Sat a maiden glowing Hair tossing wildly In the wind, just flowing But lights grew dimmer With the sun that’s setting The sky turned greyish And night started falling. Never was a night so dreary As
Not far away from today, Awaits a distant future… But at what price we move, Hurting mother nature….! Waging wars for nothing, Slaughtering innocent souls… Just to entertain, Our mindless goals…!! Shame on you – oh humanity, For being so
I can’t imagine the world without you my friend My dearest snow-hued table lamp My universe is literally pitch-black without your glow I really can’t bear to let you go Thank you for being my best mate for 11 years
I don’t know where to go, When darkness grabs me more and more I don’t know where to hide, When darkness follows me behind I don’t know where to run, Where darkness is creeping on I elude from myself when
Did you not hear the fireworks last night when you kissed me? could you not taste the explosion? oh where was your spark? was it me? Did my teeth not dig deep enough into your collar bones? Did my hands
The smirks and taunts upon the faces People who try to diminish your value Every action judged,critiqued with words Flung at you from on high Where they sit with superiority Like a girl, they say You throw the ball You’re
Witness petals kissing you in the rosewater bath Levitating bubbles tickling your skin in their path As you smell the invigorating perfumes so divine Allow an imaginary world of enchantment confine You in a harlequin land, scented by Spring’s flowers
Where do fly my prying eyes Like a pair of rustic birds ?! Where the breeze and lily leaves Playing game of hide and seek, Where the glossy twinkle stars Wearing anklets and bangles, Where the pretty fairy queens Weaving