'Do not kindle a fire on the Sabbath Day'*
applies to discussions too
On the Holiest Day of the Week
let not contention or strife break through
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*Exodus 35:3
All the rhythmic beats of the heart were wet
The happiness of your return is in the happiest tears
In the silent cloudy pond of the blue sky of the green veins
My excitement enjoys a bath of nirvana
There is no pair of pigeons
There is no familiar thatched dome
The hunter-cat is also gone
There is no dance and chirping of the little birds
No bamboo dale where our imaginative ghost lives
The heart is the withered bridge after smoking the tobacco leaf
Now the smoke from the chimney is like a white cloud
Where empty notebooks are life's detailed conclusions
Your arrival in this open chin of the epic evening
Your feet touch the heart of hoary loneliness
No door, no window but your calling bursts through the darkness
The extinguished lamp is burning in this apathetic pen
Come, come to the atonal heart by tuning the Krishna flute
Come O Lady Lakshmi Swarupini, come to the soul soothe
Kindle that love lamp by the bit of your lenient heart
May the lost past will be treasured in the embers dart
©Mahtab Bangalee
January 20, 2025
Chattogram
An excited happy clowder of cats and a kindle of kittens
Were tearing up yarn I used to think I needed for mittens
I watched them and laughed, for they were a delight
Their rolling and tumbling was a really sweet sight
With a poem and a song in my heart and my mind
saw my calico and fur ball take yarn they could quickly unwind
put out all the scraps, for it was Christmas time after all
I had not had this much fun since the last time they slid in the hall
The beautiful evening sky had but little to say about us
As I gathered my cuddle babies, with nary a fuss.
We laid on the couch and watched the kittens have fun.
They had a spectacular Christmas, and I mean everyone.
Some people do not realize that my cats are my children now.
They treat me better than my own children ever knew how.
I love my clowder of cats and my kindle of kittens.
I can buy other yarn to make my grandchildren mittens.
Can you envision clearly
The path to your destiny
Is your software trained
Not to be a futile trailer
Of doubts and negatives
Turning ideas into fugitives
That turns you into a clown
I ask you now to kindle
Inner candle to purpose
Please burn your tears
Smoke doubts and fears
Steam all flaws to purify
Mind and soul, and clarify
The road to your crown
Fire start somewhere
It may in the ground or top
And spread greatly.
You have no time, time’s not with us,
Back still, let love be brought with us.
Let no time rob our love in life,
Nor spill over love’s pot with us.
Forgotten we have naught with time,
Nor has ill time still caught with us.
Let’s give it a go, make it work,
Let’s find that missing dot with us,
And kindle love latent within,
Seek what was long unsought in us.
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Ghazal |01.04.2024|love
TEA BREAK POEMS
Last year I wrote a book of poems you see,
so I could believe that it was really me.
I thought that I could edit,
mistaken was I to take such credit!
I sent it through by email, was proofread,
but a press of the button and it was gone,
now nothing could I mend.
Commas, full stops, capitals, and such,
oh how stupid, this is far too much.
Reply from Amazon was as expected,
two out of four stars for what I had neglected.
Well serves me right I said out loud,
I searched my heart, I was not proud.
I decided then and there I would try again.
This year began with with a determined yen,
but this time I would do things right,
I found someone who could edit, sheer hindsight.
In August, caught Covid, health seemed dim,
hospitalised 6 days, I prayed a lot to Him.
I came home, but still not well.
My family and friends so worried, I was not swell.
25th September, Amazon wrote to inform me,
My book had been published on Amazon Kindle.
‘Tea Break Poems’ rated four out of four,
and a glowing review, I needed no more.
He watched them from a doorway sitting on a pavement step
cuz when it came to social graces he was hopeless quite inept
when the choir started singing something loosed way deep inside
it was an Easter morning hymn that broke his torment stride
hungry, broken, and impoverished, he was always left behind
in a church now full of empty, only Jesus - drew his kind
when the light spilled forth in darkness he fast huddled on a bench
hunched and frozen, cold as iron, no one there to claim the stench
stained glass windows pure of vision beaming down upon his crown
there beneath the bench an egg from a child's hand fallen down
slowly peeling off the wrapper he did chew with wonderous smile
Christ had given him a chocolate, he was feeling quite worthwhile!
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
Mom, why do you have tears in your eyes?
Why the darkness of clouds are on your face?
Tell me, what's your worst fear?
'In your open fields and Mangrove Forests
Enemies are attacking back'
Is this your fear?
Mama, this is your biggest fear!
In your glory and beauty
The perverts are trying to stain badly.
'To do assaults upon your chest
All enemies are in the way'
Is this your fear?
Mama, this is your deepest fear!
In your green forest and salt sea
Enemies build camps and run through the around.
'They wanna chain you up'
Is this your fear?
Mama, this is your greatest fear!
This is the fear of freedom!
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Buried somewhere
beneath the abyss of locked horns
And bones to pick on,
Is a kindling of love,
which I wow to search for relentlessly.
Never shall I give up,
resolute I am to grasp,
for amidst that deep pit of shattered heartbreaks, it lies
covertly tucked away from conceited eyes.
And even if it takes to rip my eyes off, i shall
and on my knees shall I clamber
and grope for it as well,
for with its light
i would regain my sight;
profound is the power of love.
And when i snatch it
I would set it ablaze
and melt our heartaches and differences away.
With our love rekindled
I would mould out a new phase
in our lives where
we are meant to be soulmates...
and I promise to you that i shall never
leave ur side,
for amidst that sombre abyss
there lies your kindling
heart inside.....
Invite
Unite
Starlight
Delight
Kindle a Friendship: Invite, Unite
An evening well-spent: Starlight Delight
You kindle the lamps
Little earthen bowls
Holding circles of mustard oil
Wicks like snouts of desire
The sober flame radiating rosy heat
Smell of ripened wheat
I get my book
Under the leaves of the light
Words snuggling in delight
The dissolving nights recede
Your pent-up poems, all freed
You become the words
Swords disappear
Mightier pen gets prepared
The lamps in the corners
In triangles and tweets
Light on the lips of darkness
Salvador Dali
It is poetry of Diwali
Smileys hovering in the air
Scented light from your hair
You kindle the lamps
Taking light
From my candle-hand
Blushing eyes command
Compelling lamps
You kindle the lamps
Little earthen bowls
Holding circles of mustard oil
Wicks like snouts of desire
The sober flame radiating rosy heat
Smell of ripened wheat
I get my book
Under the leaves of the light
Words snuggling in delight
The dissolving nights recede
Your pent-up poems, all freed
You become the words
Swords disappear
Mightier pen gets prepared
The lamps in the corners
In triangles and tweets
Light on the lips of darkness
Salvador Dali
It is poetry of Diwali
Smileys hovering in the air
Scented light from your hair
You kindle the lamps
Taking light
From my candle-hand
Blushing eyes command
Compelling lamps
You kindle the lamps
Little earthen bowls
Holding circles of mustard oil
Wicks like snouts of desire
The sober flame radiating rosy heat
Smell of ripened wheat
I get my book
Under the leaves of the light
Words snuggling in delight
The dissolving nights recede
Your pent-up poems, all freed
You become the words
Swords disappear
Mightier pen gets prepared
The lamps in the corners
In triangles and tweets
Light on the lips of darkness
Salvador Dali
It is poetry of Diwali
Smileys hovering in the air
Scented light from your hair
You kindle the lamps
Taking light
From my candle-hand
Blushing eyes command
Compelling lamps
Resounding
echoes of mauve
endowed
gratified bliss
to my gravest woe.
Life’s heedless
demands,
I fear not-
Though I’ve
sought rain in
weak moments,
my hidden nature
of love always kindles
my
empyrean soul.
Human Nature Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh
September 19, 2018
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