Behold, Ghalib,
I am drunkard
But I didn’t drink
in your God’s house
Behold, Iqbal,
I am drunkard
But not disbeliever
in where your unholy wine lives
Behold, Faraz,
I am drunkard
but fully conscious
In where your God is safe
Behold, Wasi,
I am drunkard
Not in heaven
But in the world- The God’s tavern
Oh, Ghalib! Behold,
I am drunkard
In the wine, I live
And in me, the wine lives
Because we are merged
As the almighty One.
©Mahtab Bangalee
5th January, 2025
Chattogram
History of world drinking now venom of curse
Dying listlessly believer, disbeliever, sinner, pious
Without money the world life is meaningless
Hungriness knows no warning fate of death
Foodless home is bitter more than final doom
Give food, not cheap lockdown in belly goon
30.04.2020 ( Chattogram City)
Panic attacking
The fictional believers
True falcons in grief
I'm disbeliever
My believed falcon flies more
Finds joking dead world
26.03.2020
My life was plagued in darkness
And melancholy was its fodder,
The end not far from sight
My heart bowed to Him
To seek His help, and help did come
In the form of a friend of my youth
Now become a crystal ball gazer
Who took me in her control.
By turning on the magical power
Of the fortune teller that she was,
My friend did unveil the storm deadly
That raged over my past and present
One I loathed the second in ruins
Making me worth a walking corpse.
A warrior's promise to deny
The raging hurricane another victory
She vowed to erase my woes present
And rein in serenity to my life.
Neither deaf to the passion in her words
Nor a disbeliever in my crystal gazer's art
I'd found wings to fly to her magic song,
Was it my rupture with solitude know never will I,
So be it, but let be it known loud and fair
That spared for life I was from despair
Studded like I was a bosom friend in its heart.
The Atheist
am I the person
who disbelieves existence
of God--for lack of
can’t see HIM---visions
concept confused---based religions
agnostic, skeptic
doubt, disbeliever
doubting Thomas atheist
lack nonbeliever
11/24/18
For The Atheist Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Effervescent charm
Filled disbeliever with hope
Readily deceived
Trees
in bloom
with a pink
background so soothing,
may I long ponder,
fervently contemplate
each creation that stuns me?
Why does the stubborn disbeliever
stare at it and show resistance
to believe that all He created isn't real?
I touch the image of the peaceful dusk
and feel much serenity inside,
thinking of the day life will end...
when I will placidly rest
as the rose-colored lake;
and if somebody
remembers me,
toss a rose
into
it.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Nette Onclaud's contest,
" Touch Me- Count Up And Down Contest "
Living with a sense of loss,
yet, not knowing why,
unable to find the tears to cry,
The missing pieces just don't add up,
A bereft person keeps staring into
tea cups for answers,
The un-grief gnaws
without any pause,
Then, the disbeliever blames
his/her imagination,
for having created a world of delusion......
I fell down to the bottom of every single Sea not just once but twice.
I scrambled onto my feet and fell all over myself time and time again
I was up and then went down until I felt this tingly breezy needy wind.
I stood up on two weakened knees eventually I’d plateau with a price.
Water wind fire earth and every metal made me the finest grains of rice.
I am dreaming of being a disbeliever in you so I stand in my self defense.
I marked me a stone and I gave it a name and only my voice will it hence.
Shattered was the Ocean’s floor and suddenly breaking in on thinner ice.
I was enthralled at its fear yet brazened in my heart,
I balanced the winds and now I am set on a mission.
Alpha is exact where or when my breaths of life start
I’m the latitudes and I’m longitudes rallying ignition.
Tomorrow will come just as now is gone so here again I must go,
Boundlessly rooted to be all of me especially when my kiss I blow.
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