Your Remembrance
A time, just a time, lived to you in his heart, passed age, this love
Age, nothing remained, an empty marble tablet in a cemetery park
Your path walk is late, didn’t you see? Worn, unreadable letters
On the stone, all the noble sentences were addressed to you, only
But, but someone is waiting for you. In the cemetery, still alone
Here is a stone, not a gravestone or a memorial stone. Just a stone
Invisible this past, hidden by ivy, a protective and friendly friend, love
Ivy, oh Ivy, I feel good under your anxious care, keep me here! Love
Love, past and missed desire. Oh, where is that time? The youth
The youth. The age of youngness. Age of burning love. Dead. Ours
Meeting with the love that kills nature. The human one. Killed love you
Love destroyed, a destroyed loved you. The stone. Radiating to you
Just a black tulip, please. And a whisky
Erma, I don’t need anything
Look at the faded portrait on my flat stone
Pure me with a bottle of whiskey. Famous Grouse
Drop down
A black tulip
Someone loved you
Leave him
Good
Beneath the banner "FREE TO CHOOSE"
algorithms hum what thoughts to lose -
a labyrinth of tailored streets
where every turn pretends it’s mete.
The app says "yes" but limits "no",
while search bars choke what seeds might grow.
Drop-down menus mock the "free" -
liberty’s a loading spree.
We swipe left through infinite feeds,
terrified to close the apps we’ve kneeled.
The tightest chains are coded thoughts:
ghostwriters scripting what we’re not.
-
Oh, lovely snowflakes,
from billowy clouds,
plump with expectation,
you break free and come tip toeing lightly
on tiny feet, gliding and dancing,
through the air in crisp December.
You travel through ether
uncaged and free and drop down
littering the earth’s expanse.
you keep falling and collapsing
one on another, and lie huddled
as a white massive heap-
sometimes landing thick as round balls
sometimes as the light dusting
of talcum, soft and pulverized.
The earth wears your white mantle with pride.
Those of you come first,
get vanquished instantly.
but when the real exodus begins,
you accumulate and heap,
inch by inch and foot by foot,
becoming a formidable force,
covering the earth in a thick white blanket.
In day light, you wink like twinkling stars.
at night what delight it is to watch you,
gleaming in moonlight, with your white hair,
grizzled into grey and ivory.
Folded in your dazzling beauty,
and enjoying the silent lullaby,
the world wrapped in cold stillness,
goes to sweet slumber.
New Years Old Wishes
In a world wrangled with wild wars
Between two developed nations,
With civil deaths a sad eyesore
And a bane to human reason,
With harsh tension and violence
Elsewhere one can daily witness,
Stemming from lack of tolerance,
Wrecking homes and lives with distress,
With a few basking in plenty,
Overwhelmed with satiation
And the lot dipped in misery
With children doomed to starvation,
Would New Years old wishes of love,
Would old wishes for compassion
Would wishes for peace fly as doves
Or drop down the deep ocean?
Sands of time will ever unfurl,
But human race will remain same;
So will issues facing the world
And New Years old wishes be same.
River boats
drop down into sunken fog,
return
as buoyant as swimming seagulls.
A deep diving sky
spindrifts the hulls,
decks now ship airy waves
from far away seas.
The craft ride high and low
on this muted swell,
a cresting last beheld
in a shipwrecked China teacup.
Fear tried desperately to take control,
But my heart never gave up, I never let go,
Whenever I had the strength to drop down the guard,
Like lightning in a storm, God saw my heart,
Cutting through clouds of darkness, striking my soul,
Piercing through every barrier in order to know,
My heart would stay hidden, in His presence safe and sound,
Until He gave me the strength in my heart to speak out.
Seldom does the morning wake me now
Too long has there been a dream of green
Foggy with the mist of the sea bay
Filled with those small white boats
slowly bobbing about here and there
Tethered to the waters and our desires
The sun through the glass panes comes
Amorphous as thoughts touching everywhere
Castings shadows defining the darkness
Spreading the light vigorously as a summer storm
Where just outside the bedroom window sill
Hangs an aging flower box peeling off its blue paint
It has no flowers or dirt, the bottom is long gone
A reminder to another time, another grace
A traveler from the past in torn britches
And broken straw hats popping their lids
You can watch the blue paint chips drop down
To a weedy grass like petals of forget me nots
Today was another day of green dreams.
Under the falling snow
let our privacy go!
Let the breath go on rocking....
Just drop down your secretes
in hurry!
Time is too short
To wait for the right moment
To make the right move
Every time…
Come on running to me
Not so softly with your bemused stride.
Not so gently like a virgin girl
Not so slowly like the widow
Waiting long in solitude
Here I’m with my balls
Hanging perpendicular
Like the pendulum
Keeping track of every second
Drop down your secrets
Drop by drop
All the falling snow will translate
Every moment for the next millennium
And entire humanity will repeat
The ultimate rhymes
Decoding the eternal codes…
©SriSuvro 5’ August 2024
Death is calling
Love a dried flower in my heart, a heart comes from life; dry petals
Hmm, life parts, nothing more, asks my life the life, get me no more
No more, in the Life of Life, killed by an honest good-heartedly… life
… monster by Life
Monster is my life, ask my heart; he is an anonymous fate, in the Life
Hmm, the trees of the forest whisper, a love still waiting for me; Life in
Life is calling to the Death. Bye not style of my death, the fate driven
… of and from my only got life in now from past and dreamed life; off
Last time, just list time, love me, oh Life, and drop down this only life
A single life, loved you, oh Life, but there is no partner in the life. Bye
Let me be your life's your soul a pure good of spirit of you and to on a life; getting on
Let me a lover of your life, can be a hand, but nothing else, just only a house in your castle
Get me, get me to your life, enjoy me into your life, let us two flowers in the field to a lover par
Get me, get me for your life, and follow our heart, our your heart, but stay with me in your kind
Love you, love me, give us lives, I drop mine in front of your legs, just let us human, and our kind
Love you, love me, give us lives, be them our kinds, just we follow the life. The Life. I am evil but love the Light
Please, don’t leave me alone, just kill myself
Kill me, but drop down a chance, let me die myself
Love you
Kind you
Please,
Get you
The promised rain ate itself in the clouds
Without spilling a drop down
Changing swings for the roundabouts
On the sunny street of uptown
I saw an open letter, a piece
Of white paper, spinning down from the sky
It was written there if you see this
Don’t tell, and don’t wonder why.
The hulls of small boats
drop down into the morning fog
then return like rising seagulls.
The moored
slip in and out of the mist
then return painted
by a deep diving sky.
Sinking or flying, the small craft
slip through our vision
like leaking ghosts.
They roll upon an obscure air
shipping cloudy waves,
a swell last seen
in shipwrecked teacups.
Start from the middle, if you got a speech
Save our time from garrulous beginning
Mind that converted you don't have to preach
Express in short your point, let loose your feeling
Preambles wouldn’t work, and please avoid
Edification stunts and quotes that lead nowhere
Don’t play the wise, we know you’re unemployed
Go straight to essence if you have to share
Some takes on now reality, sweet past
Or threatening future, go ahead you lonely man
I long to hear if this madness would not last
Drop down on my plate your cunning plan.
"Autumn leaves drop down like gold, like
stained glass, like rainbows to flutter away."
Quote by _Constance
I will turn back, back the pages,
to my childhood and autumn trees;
lovely- the decaying stages,
leaves hued fluttering in the breeze !
Lived in a cabin- I cherished,
I will turn back, back the pages;
oh, hated that the leaves perished,
divine colors as each ages !
The gold leaves shone like sun sages,
the maples dressed in crimson red;
I will turn back, back the pages,
where orange, purple, and gold bled !
This memory I keep- sublime,
oh, then the wind comes and rages;
and stained glass leaves drift into time,
I will turn back, back the pages !
Shake it up baby, twist and shout.
Swing your partner round and round,
dip down spin around do-si-doe.
Rock back to your heals,
drop down to your knees,
stick your right arm in,
stick your left arm out,
do the boot scotin boogie,
turn yourself around
and meet in the middle.
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