@Bappa Mazumder
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Night is still young, unending
Weather, the morning forecast predicted a rain, ensuing
And then, this will stop me from seeing you, a refrain
The city and the outskirt
A lot sits in between, in hindrance
And the present tense and
the erotic boy zone
wondering through Facebook, whats app for
a lover boon, millimeters to million, thriving.
I am a heritage queue, an odd audacity
I saw time, bygone, as t'was forthcoming
in a closed 'laptop'
I and my fanciful clouded entropy,
the flower vase embellishing the dawn
you and a warmth, adore
one step closer to the brim, ashore!
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Half past Summer, two months till Fall
A Monet image, relishing!
Brisk sienna steppingstones sprawl
Half past Summer, two months till Fall
Whiffs of earthy cinnabar loll
Gold aspens strewn embellishing
Half past Summer, two months till Fall
A Monet image, relishing!
I turned to look back, feeling anxious as I stood
"by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find."
Was there someone there watching me?
The gate creaked shut, echoing the taint of guilt
That I hoped no one heard.
Earlier I came through this gate to meet you in the woods.
It was rusty, stuck shut, and needed a heavy shove to open.
It reeked a somber reluctant groan, trying to stop me.
But, I would have nothing of its rattle, grind and snag.
I pushed it aside, and walked into the woods along the winding path.
The gate hung its head, trying not to see what it knew I'd do.
It looked up and sighed and rusty hinges creaked,
as the victim died and cried out, ambushed in the woods.
I turned back to retrace my steps, afraid of being watched.
I could feel it in my bones, though nothing was there to see.
As I approached the open gate it seemed that it had moved
every so slightly, impeding my escape through it.
It groaned, rattled, creaked with a clang of defiance
embellishing a subtle vibrato in the concordance of guilt.
The deed was done, the dirge was sung, the gate sprung, shut.
from the edge of the creative cosmos
her star lands on her lap with billion candles
their tantalizing twinkle ripple
in the rhythmic rapture of the dance of angels
in sync with the symphony of her heart
she protects from the worldly winds
the shining stellar sequins
elegantly embellishing the ethereal robe
called the motherly love she wears
in place of the feathered wings of angels
in the emotive detachment encapsulated
within the cauldron of isolated melody
self-doubting symphony gets dismantled
in the discord waves of her shifting identity
strained senses perceive the split scenario of life
as sentiments turn into convoluted feelings
sculpted silently by the divided soul
conversion creates the deluding entity
an alien in its own renovated realm
completing the illusive paradigm of duality
This is an edited version of a much more lengthy poem that I had written some time ago, in order to transform
the words into a song, I hope you enjoy. Thank you!
A million crystals made by God
Now float in space like finest lace
In perfection - never flawed
Then fall to earth with cold embrace
Where moonlight dances brilliantly.
Adding to the night's mystique
Upon your solemn face it falls
Then landing on your blushing cheek
Reflecting back, prismatic light
Like nature's crystal chandelier
Embellishing this winter’s night
And melting there just like a tear
There’s no place, I’d rather be
Then watching snowy flakes descend
Adding beauty to the night
Appearing like, it'll never end
Oh, my love, I think that you
Are like a crystal from on high
Riding that eternal wind
Until it’s time to say Good Bye
“She is mercurial
Not flighty, but open
Rarely frivolous, but agile
A delightful chameleon, a risk-taker
She inspires others”
“Hey!” Said my cousin Beatrice
As she read these words over my shoulder.
“That sounds more like you than me!”
I was embellishing her bio on a dating website
Knowing it was more me than her
But eager to get her a match
Hoping I could stop supporting her
If she found a man
.
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September performing an entire unfettered rhapsody
Getting nature in the mood for surrounding present life.
Waltzing end of summer to crisp morn inspiring fall.
Heaven spills chill warmth embellishing anxious scarlet,
Brown, umber hue leaves on forbearance nature's vast numbers
Of their brethren that touch the coolness of the cozy ground.
Graceful wisp movement around the angel's tears, daffodils
Flickering fragile butterflies with beauty and grace approach
Pleasing, sweet, alluring, amber-honey as light disappears.
Breeze essence romances with fragrance, harmony, and rhythm
Poetic perfection beneath crescendo-colored shadows and sighs
Deeply pulling in the Autumn’s cadence pulse of heaven orange skies.
Love poems during wartime
Bring stars to the night sky,
Embellishing its sheet,
Give the sun a room on a gloomy day,
Its light piercing through the veil,
Hope blooms in the gloom.
September 14, 2024.
No one asks troll woman her age
She is older than the petrified forest
twice as old as the snow-capped mountains
Savvy, sage, seasoned, Smithsonian-trained
Hard-working too her followers report
Her fawning fans glom onto every word
Embellishing her feats with adjectives of grandeur
She stacks rocks on her head, consuming none of their flattery.
What a beautiful night with the stars embellishing the night sky
If only I could capture the uncommon night's beauty,
Halo my lover and I until the night separates us
When silence is no savior,
I try to tell my tale through words estranged from my tongue,
where poetry comes to me in sombre spasms,
the "me", who you do not know.
But these suppressed emotions barely define battles of a poetic kind,
and when the frozen ink finally trickles down the quill like rainfall,
thunders and lightning are formed across heavy skies,
while ravishing rainbows follow them after,
making misery bloom into beauty, peace, and poetry,
embellishing my poetic garden forevermore.
~Ayesh
I loved you once like sunrays kissing earth,
like drenching rain that brings with it new birth.
I loved you once like waves that reach for shore,
and then receded to come in strength once more
I loved you once like stars that pulse with light,
held captive to the Milky Way’s delight.
I loved you once like moonbeams touching trees
that dance within the branches as they please
I loved you once like clouds that grace the sky,
enchanting scene that draws a whistful sigh
I loved you once like tender falling snow
embellishing the world in splendid show
I loved you once like angels drawing near
to bring the needed comfort, hope and cheer
I loved you once like flowers dotting land
that blushed in bloom of love in fusion grand
I loved you once, but once a lifetime fills
My life without you is devoid of thrills
I loved you once and earth was paradise
My sheer delight in love defied disguise
I loved you once; I'll love you for all time
You’ll never taste a love as sweet as mine
I loved you once, and once lives on in me
Alas, for you that once is history
Eileen Manassian
HE IS the WORD made FLESH, causing POETRY.
in lines of phi relativity.
Giving Haven, SANCTRUERY.
THE URGE
embellishing upon PLODE-DRAVEN.
The I AM, Inconceivably.
Life's hunger, he flourishes,
with variety's relish, he nourishes appetit
WITH SEASON, to taste at her warmly tit.
He smiles at his BRIDE, in an indescribable way.
The golden glow of LOVE, in auric_rippled face,
speaking in braille of thunder, phrase.
Neverending verse, mystery glazed
with reverberating reason-aburst, ablaze.
He illustrates in Winter, Fall, Spring, Summer.
THE AUTHOR THE CREATOR.
THE POET.
THE ANCIENT OF DAYS
I sincerely apologize on my own behalf
It has taken me so long
To have eventually woken up
And to respond and reply
To you as you did to me
As I was so taken up in my own ego and self
With you complimenting and embellishing me
With undue undeserving praise
I never was able or took my time to realize
Whilst you were complementing me
Backing up my own delusional thoughts
Thinking believing and buying into
Just how smart I thought I was
What I failed to sadly and unfortunately
Realize was just how smart you in fact
Actually you we're rather than me
And now I have finally seen the light
I sincerely apologize
I let my ego run away and get so out of hand
And also now more than ever sincerely appreciate
You are still willing to accept my apology
So in some small inconsequential way
I feel my debt and your faith in me
Was and has been repaid
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