You drew the full moon on the canvas
You showed me the shining bright sun
You picked for me the beautiful roses
The flying butterflies brought our coffee drinking moment
Yet, time makes a busy platform to be separated physically
It was dawn when I started to fly
It was dawn when my flight of life was crossing the horizon of time
Far away, now, thousands of miles
But dusk is an importunate accomplice
Yet, the sunflower starts the day seeing the rising sun...
Chattogram © Mahtab Bangalee
Life
the stage name of struggle
so many injustice there are
though apparently justice comes
but many times as JUST + ICE
many peoples struggle much
but successful shining sun never rises in their planet
invisible eclipse destroys
all dreams of realistic life
yet the true hands of hard workers
importunate after the shining sun to win........
18.05.2020
Do not hate
Fate is too importunate
May attack even late
26.04.2020 Chttogram
Hope to stand by her
Till my words turn comforting whispers
Let her guess
That my wondering quiet stare
Is coz am stricken with panic
For I soundlessly fell for her
Trouble her sleep, let her dream of me
Till I feel the softness of her touch
Let her know how I feel
For am restless of this importunate heart
I loved another, now love no other
Let her stay with me
Till she rids me of the devil in my shoes
Let her wait for me
Till I pace on the verge of success
Let her smile
Till its only her on my mind
By Oswell
Having fissioned the mind
To intercede the importunate
And petitioned wisdom inside
Idle and dissipated
As tremendous illusions
pervades the soul
The unsurpassed revolt of
capitulated distortions
A percussion of thoughts
That solicits affectations of such
Subtle, heart breathes in
Catch a glimpse of heaven's face
Spiritual wanting
Warming light beckons
Signal the rider, scoop'em up
While Cimmerians bleed
Bless the ones who ride
Angels at their side give speed
God fulfills the need
In that lofty lot
An importunate wish be
Call next upon me
Inchoate sins speak
Ice mars the surface of men
God perfects it then
Raise of the hand comes
The signal, the nod, for me?
Yes son, please, just ride.
Standing before this refulgent pool of reflection
Rhythm obviates the need for a new direction;
Ocular atrocities; I view my deeds in serious light
Cursed mortal, deigning his will in frantic flight.
Quotidian lies have splendid colors in retrospect
See them pass my way; artifices of hell I suspect,
The mettle to steel myself from these horrid sights
My request inside, my importunate yet buried plight,
Turgid notes I play, to insist granting another day;
I for one can hear a Seraphic call when I pray,
But forgiveness that is not ordinary my only asking;
Allow me then to palaver you with the daily tasking.
Beg? No I shall never do such a wasteful thing;
For my disdain shall undo a most beautiful sting.
Standing before this fuliginous pool of speculation
I see him stand beside me, and ask for my invocation.
My childhood
Limicolous nomic but limpid or propper,
Hard lines limb, non violent and passage stopper,
Vegetarian, nonchalant, compliance or observant,
Prepotent prepositor, jannock jangler and importunate copper.
Metoposcopist, mettled, nonplus politer or politic,
Demonstrator, protagonist, receiver or a fair way to chopper.
My childhood, credible, conceivable or appreciator,
Sagacious, replenish, reprobator and republished hocker.
My childhood was a joker.
translation from Russion
"God keeps the ships,
God keeps the ships,
and will bless us!"
Alexander Grin(the great Russian writer)
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Ira, I so am tired!
I know - you too are tired.
Ira, both of us have got tired,
Because of the importunate dreams -
it is too disturbing,
Because of the disappointments and losses -
it is too painful,
How we can rescue us
from the uninvited thoughts
and the curious eyes?
But, my dearest friend, believe me, please -
There are many good songs and poems,
Which tell us that the world is fine,
And the bride, Spring, will come again.
Sometime we shall float on the white ship
along warm sea from all our problems and troubles.
The seagulls will laugh,
There will be many flowers and fruits in a small southern city.
We shall find there our good success,
Ira, believe me, and remember the words of A.Grin:
"God keeps the ships,
God keeps the ships,
and will bless us!"
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