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The clock ticks.
Fervently my heart beats faster,
Gaze intently at the hushed dark night-sky studded with scintilating stars,
With a glorious full Moon strangely gleaming till the resplendent dawn emerges,
Ardently ponder about the fascinating days
We spent together!
Stars, stars, you are inexplicably quiet,
luminous you shine,
Are you going to keep our captivating story
Concealed in your hearts,
Although the story is mine!
A truly unique poignant story,
Which only the stars can tell,
The only noiseless witness,
Of love, and passion, of longing and compassion,
Of sadness and deprivation,
Of a miraculous bondage!
Stars blink,
The clock ticks,
My heart bleeds!
First Place
For All Yours (February 21) Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Brian Strand
A Beau Cupid Please
Cupid I ask you please send me a Beau
One who can compose as did poet Poe
With eyes the most piercing colour of blue
A hunky body would be dandy too.
His hair must have highlights of gold in place
Not be too young or have a wrinkled face
Lips that ardently await to be kissed
Please don’t tell me such a man doesn't exist.
If you find me this man check out his soul
For that's the most paramount thing, I'm told
Must be gentle, doting, passionate too
Over to you, do the best you can do.
Cupid would you please let your arrow flow
Straight to the heart that’ll induce mine to glow.
12th February 2021
I want my lips to speak for me
This kiss, a taste of what's to be
A prelude of a lover's play
To tell you more than words can say
I want to melt your soul with this
To make you weak, in throes of bliss
I want your world to fall away
To feel you tremble in the sway
I want to make you crave for more
Of sweetness that you will adore
I want to make your will to bow
How ardently I want this now!
I see the longing in your eyes
A need you think you can disguise,
and so you dare not take a chance
Perhaps it's all just happenstance
I want this kiss, so I will be
The one to solve this mystery
Is what we feel, a love that's true?
I take a step closer to you
You look uncertain, timid, shy
With all I've shown, I wonder why
you do not know just how I feel
I need to make it very clear
My eyes search yours, I touch your face
I'm pulled into a strong embrace
Your lips come down in search of mine
The kiss? It is beyond sublime!
It's all I dreamt that it would be
You mean to claim your victory
No longer shy, you're in command
My hair clasped tightly in your hand
You won't let go, but hold me fast
Determined to erase the past
My beating heart cannot keep still
Of longed for kiss, we get our fill.
Eileen Manassian
July 22, 2025
“Collecting life’s treasure from the moments of bliss I walk the last mile” - Quote by Poet
In the vibrant life’s changing dynamic landscape,
the pathway across the undulating topography
meandered to the nebulous future beyond escape.
I configured desire in the template of transient time,
and the designed footprints of the dormant destiny
I followed ardently in beguiled mental state sublime.
Many surging streams in spate I swam in the storm
with the unfurling buds of nascent dreams held close
to the adoring heart, lest they wither and deform.
Through the rainbow arch in the chromatic sky
as I chased in the floral valley the passion butterfly,
my ardent yearning on its wings soared high.
As the spent sun sinks in the horizon’s fading color pile,
on the faint trail of time covered by twilight dust,
with the cornucopia of fulfilled life I walk the last mile.
Traversing content the unpaced pathway out of abyss,
lighted by the benevolent glow of God’s grace,
I look back to see the snapshots of the moments of bliss.
Prejudice, inferiority and abuse
maligned, hashtagged, and dogged
heels of peoples uprooted peoples
south of the equator, or elsewhere
whose epidermis strongly hinted
fifty plus shades of ebony.
They found themselves in debasement
within complex edifice housing
facade of equality
ofttimes receiving punishment
their sole supposed crime
accentuated, heightened, perpetrated
courtesy born swarthy complexion
even if prominent features
(think European) quite apparent.
Two hundred and thirty three months
into twenty first century
bias toward slave descendants
wracks western civilization in general,
and United States of America in particular
i.e. land of the free and the home of the brave
keynote doth ardently heard far and wide,
yet many nth generations removed
since slavery abolished
still remain shackled, especially
when men/women in blue
subject random person of color
to physical assault
frequently culminating with death
of falsely accused
whereby police person acquitted.
Day after day, week after week,
month after month... brutish and nasty
thuggish haughty uniformed cops
create deadly merciless altercations
begetting livid rage among populations
anonymous brethren beaten, shot, strangled...
ensuing hatred particularly endemic
within lower income poorer neighborhoods
where bedlam runs amok!
Although you were not allowed to cross over the mountaintop to step on the Promised Land, the dream you sowed one hot summer day on a seemingly hardened barren soil finally came true after two score and five long years of struggle. After you spoke to us with a resonant but a quivering voice at God’s House that you may not come with us to the Promised Land that you saw from the mountaintop, and the next morning you fell onto the cold concrete floor of a motel balcony stricken by an assassin’s bullet, your dream is realized today. Rev. Dr. King! See it, your dream has come true through one vigorous and ambitious African-American man.
On January 20th of 2009, we Americans and every people from the every corner of the world witnessed an Inauguration Service held at our Capital City Washington D.C. A man was sworn in as our nation’s top executive officer, as the 44th President of the United States of America, Mr. Barack Obama. We the majority of Americans voted for him because it’s the time to leap forward under determinant leadership rather than look back and be in sadness.
Dr. King! The bell of freedom is ringing and echoing from every mountaintop of this nation as you so keenly desired and all people of the world are hearing this echoing bell sound with great joy. We, now, therefore ask you, the great spirit of the century to rest in peace in the tender caring bosom of our Almighty Father whom you deeply trusted and we all rely on.
American is, truly the nation of understanding. She accepts without discrimination or hesitation, whatever resources, conditions, or whom it may be, is capable of carrying out the needs of the day. America is the most proud country on earth today, no nation in the world has a broad mind like ours to admit men of all shades or ethnicity. America is really the land of opportunity, whosoever determine and pursue it ardently their course will be rewarded.
Our respectful Dr. King, today, our nation really became a land of impartiality as our nation’s founding fathers proclaimed in the Declaration of Independence, “All men are created equal.”
My joyful world had abruptly stopped, Beloved, to exist, believe me,
When you unknowingly faded away gently in the mist, believe me.
Like a heartbroken beggar, with intense longing, I wept to see your face,
Craved ardently and mournfully to be passionately kissed, believe me!
A broken-winged bird, pitilessly parted, I crooned a sorrowful song,
All loving memories, every day, fondly I reminisced, believe me!
Like a commanding Queen, demanded, what I believed to be only mine,
Wished our love to be all pervasive, eternally subsist, believe me!
Everything that happened in our life was an unforeseen catastrophe,
Leave dismal sorrowful days totally behind us, dismissed, believe me!
Fate has brought us back to where we truthfully belong, for all days and nights,
You remain perpetually with me, no one can resist, believe me!
Let enchanting flowers in xxxx's garden blossom in full bloom again,
In each other's eager arms, we unwaveringly persist, believe me!
As the heat of the rain pierces the thirsty
bosom of the earth harassed by the great heat of summer
, And as arid and suffocated, it drinks, and nourishes the plants
Burned by the sun, displays vitality, childbirth, gladness,
Your image, fountain of dreams wrought by my thoughts,
Penetrates gently through all the pores
Of my soul soiled in the struggle of burning hatreds,
Of sad and silent moments, and of daily cares.
Like a heady perfume spread by tenderness
Which seizes the intoxicated and subjugated soul in its palace
And lulls it with memories and unspeakable dreams,
Immaterial arms ardently
embrace My exhausted thoughts and my dark meditations
When your eyes are reflected in the lake of love of my heart...
We lost our “UMOJA”, the basic concept and core value of our being “We, therefore, I am”, at the time of our history that began some 300 years ago. We didn’t step on the soil of New World with a dream like many others, but hauled on the ground like a cargo as merchandise. We were each treated individually as a unit but not tied as a family or group bonded together by the same dialect.
Misery was the food we’d been feeding to fill our empty stomach, agony was the water we’d been drinking to quench our thirst, depth of our footmarks were the weights we’d been carrying, our lives were trial after trial of thorny path. No matter how hard we worked, our baskets were empty. No matter how much we labored, returns of our toils were unbearable lashes. No matter how humbly we begged and ardently prayed, God always turned His face away from us.
But all those detestable days are gone as second millennium faded away. Shackles of curse are removed from our neck and wrists. Our burdens are removed from our back. The reward of our day’s of labor is reasonable wage. Why don’t we embrace one another with joy because only thing remain is our determination.
As daybreak sun is rising from yonder horizon, our darkest day has passed; for daybreak light is brighter than ever and pleasant as spring breath, we have good reason to celebrate for a moment. Nevertheless, don’t prolong the time of festival because it may make you stray from reality and to dwell in farfetched world.
As long as you don’t fold the wings but spread wide and keep flapping them, though sometimes encountering high wind, you can fly higher than the highest ridges of a mountain. If you keep swimming upstream, though you may confront falls and rapids, you’ll come to your old home where your parents risked their lives to spawn and enable you to hatch from an egg one day, and rejoice overflowing water in the ocean to gladden your life. If you dart with a swift gallop not abandoning tomorrow’s dream, no matter how immeasurably vast is the wilderness, you’ll reach the horizon before sun sinks into the other side of the world.
It’s the time to restore our “UMOJA” a laudable custom once we lost during our darkest days, recover “UMOJA” our ancestral heritage the good moral standard to sustain “I as us.”
O My Jazmin-
I know, your pair of lips speaks of me
Your electrifying touch of hands solicits me
Your dramatic love letters invite me ardently
True to say, I engrave you in my silver canvas of desire
No, there I aspire me not to your pubescent breast,
to your appetizer lips, salacious buttocks,
to your stirring navel and waist
Really, I never seek me in your scandal mongering
I smell you in the blooming words of the Hamilton's Mythology
Where your smiling writes the timeless tales of gods and heroes
I smell you in the weaving hives of the Songs of Offering by Tagore
Where your walking sketches the panoramas of idolizing prayers
Dear Jazmin, you are my sea beach of the Patenga
I seek me in your footprints on the scattered pebbles,
You are my rising sun of flowery days
I seek me in the flying white clouds of the blue sky on you
You are my flowing Karnafully river, Halda valley
I seek me in the dashing busy port of your city,
You are bed partner of my resolute writings
I seek me in your pen and poetic anthology,
You are my youthful alehouse
In your grape wine I seek me,
You are enviable scent of my virginal dark night
I seek me in your seduced heart where moonlight hides
Here are masjids, there are temples
Here are holy shrines, there are eternal palace- graves
On the Cheragi hill through the flowers shops
I seek me everywhere at your starry night by the halo
O dear Jazmin, you are jazz music of my empty night
Come, once again come to me lit up the Lalon songs light
18.09.2020 Chattogram