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Romeo and Juliet; Stella and Will; Rose and Jack;
In stories, novels, and films star-crossed lovers are many;
Though they love like cherubims, why do their stars soon shine black?
Fate pushes them toward death, after tempting them plenty...!
It's not the celluloid heroes and heroines suffer,
Many love immensely; thorns and not flowers they acquire;
As though constantly tempted by Satan, like Lucifer,
Though young in mind and heart, fast they find perpetual pyre...!
How much they strive, day by day, to hold fast to each other!
Yet, their hold, like that of Rose and Jack of Titanic, slips;
Thunder and lightning and rains, and icebergs play bad weather,
They are torn from each other by circumstantial eclipse...!
No cause is left to live; existence comes to a standstill,
Thrills killed; pains filled; they part from each other against their will...!!!
The intellectual mind runs deep in disease receptors.
With mental illness rampant, the blitzkrieg type firing countless uptake inhibitors.
Even with this life altering handicap that suffocates the disabled brain so blind.
Intelligence is beyond that of 90% of humans, and learning is simply ahead from behind.
Genius in his own right, gifted with knowledge and filth flows with ease.
Subconscious of the masses, thousands of lives of men and cree`s.
Yet the intellectual suffers the sorrows of generations of pain.
Intuitive of much knowledge, in tune with the motions and wisdom gained.
What is immensely difficult for most humanity, for him it`s simply just attained.
Anything that comes in view of thoughts, logic and reasons are engraved,
Memories deep like the ocean's depths, some could say it's a plaque.
Yet if you understand this side of satisfaction, then you have been reincarnated from the grave.
Souls entwined
I want passion searing through my veins so wildly with a superior force, inevitable of who we are when we come together, firing like a blaze in the midst of our horizon.
The world around us stood to a standstill with just you and me, there in the moment, paramagnetic towards the inner depths of our reality, our breath the only sound to be heard, our love beating to our own beat, staring into the universe of our eyes as they meet.
Take me into your arms so I can surround myself with the rhythm of your heart, just you and me in that moment of stillness, nothing can tear us apart.
A love knot, like two lacing bows entwined in each other’s gentle beauty, true to our hearts desires, absorbing the tender raw emotions, our pulses becoming one, moving with the motion of our oneness.
Your lips meet mine and spark a divine blaze unlocking the mechanism of our bodies, sharing a power that only we know, radiating immensely, our possibilities are endless, evolving into a higher dimension.
You take my hand, your fingers locked with mine, you guide me so fiercely into a world unknown, some where I’ve never been before.
You paint the sun whilst I paint the moon so we can dwell in the light of the darkness, seeing only a shadow of what is around us.
Our mortality at its finest, because, when i am with you there is no end only beginning, a journey that is only for us with no interruption, a weapon of love with no destruction, nothing to trouble your vision, for I see clearly the river to our mission.
so meet me out where the ferocious wind is the trouble of our own skies, for we can stand it together, together we can rise.
Our image, glazed into the clouds, a dazzling beauty finally noticed by the crowds, we are now seen for what we are, our love open and out, but still bound by our minds, out there vulnerable to the people no longer blind to the love that we hide, we can shout is so loud for the world to hear that your heart, it belongs with mine.
Chanbam
Some people
Quest for the daily food,
prattle on about the trivial stories,
Languish in agony and loose spirits,
Execute deeds that hurt others,
Grow senile with grey hairs(without goals)
become prey to cruel death
Did you think I too would fall like these risible people?
This is the translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar's poem"Did you think I would fall".The original poem was written by Bharathiyar,one of the greatest Indian poets.It was written in Tamil.It is immensely tough to translate someone like him.I hope I did atleast a little bit of justice.
I am an ardent fan of Bharathiyar. He died so young(39) .He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, Kuuch, and English and frequently translated works from other languages into Tamil.
Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–12 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.
The bright-eyed explorer. Raw Umber of a shelf. Thoughts, ideas and a new story every day. Of Fukuyama and Dostoyevsky; the quest for knowledge. The summer season and all things colorful. The bitterness of Coffee and crunching pages waiting to be written on. Something of a story, pieces-excerpts of the past as their memory. The occasional getaways and soulful music. Them believing in others and questioning themselves. The waft of flowers and the freshness in their skin, them meeting people and people falling in love with them. An afternoon spent, looking at diaries, sealed with love for someone special. Of them knowing what to feel and not understanding what they do. The moments in between the chaos, to be recognized. Too many pictures but not quite perfect for them. The yearly sight of the Bay of Bengal and cherishing it each time. A worn out wallet crowded with memories perhaps. their high pitched voice and the excitement hidden in it, the child that visits us frequently, keeping them sane. The going to places and capturing them in postcards. The anticipation of saving the world. Of them loving you immensely and taking away your pain. Them being soft, strong and able to hold so much. Reading everyone and waiting to be read.
IT RAINED THAT DAY — Twenty Titles
Many, many long years ago ~
In moon glow, a tall ship.
Marianne in shades of blue.
An infamous legend, her Captain’s call.
She was caught, trapped.
Immensely vast — the open sea.
There is so much heartbreak to see.
An infinite ocean, black powder.
His captive sighs, “What must I do…”
Dancing with the devil
by the shifting candlelight.
The shadow on the wall.
The warm downward spiral.
Drowning in his lust...
...it rained that day
7/20/2019
Her Captain’s Call Gregory R Barden
In Moon Glow Andrea Dietrich
Marianne Victor Buhagiar
An Infinite Ocean Demetrios Trifiatis
Caught, Trapped Gershon Wolf
Shades of Blue Sandra Adams
A Tall Ship Line Gauthier
Drowning In His Lust Dear Heart
Black Powder Maureen McGreavy
An Infamous Legend Jennifer Proxenos
The Warm Downward Spiral Lady Labyrinth
Many, many long years ago Tom Cunningham
Immensely Vast Chris Green
The Open Sea Ilene Bauer
There Is Such Heartbreak To See Timothy McGuire
Dancing with the Devil Silent One
By The Shifting Candlelight Gary Smith
What Must I Do Alexis Y
The Shadow on the Wall Darlene De Beaulieu
It Rained That Day Freddie Robinson Jr.
Dad, had you been more faithful as you were in youth
and much devoted to mom, God would have opened wide
His door and blessed you, not punishing you with strife...
but the burden weighted on me feeling the scorn and wrath.
I grew up with a lack of paternal affection,
no hugs, no encouragement left alone and sad...
it was very hard to get confidence and feel ambition;
I could have leaned on his shoulder and be very glad!
Hope was never lost, I looked to Heaven
and He consoled me in times of endless fear and turmoil,
He was a Father I could confide in and lean on;
why was my dad so restless and chose to live in Hell?
Dad, my youthful days would have been brighter and without tears,
immensely cherishing the happiness of two happy parents;
unfortunately, it couldn't be realized due to the shameless lust
for your mistress imposing responsibility on a teen who became an adult.
Entered in Frank Herrera's contest,
" Coming Of Age "
Written by Andrew Crisci
Giggling sitting behind her dad ,holding balloons to the
sky through the window and sharing the laughter with mom,
friends singing loudly with crackling voices ,throwing jibes at
each other for being sometimes stupid and crackhead,
enjoying the drive with best fluffy buddy
man has always known and loved as its own,
sitting beautifully in white looking outside the limo
wiping the tears of joy ,sad and little fear
with anticiaption of bright future ahead with her man,
reminiscing the lovely moments with her beloved family
whom she is going to miss immensely with a promise
made in her heart that she will be always there for them,
leaning on the shoulder with wounded heart in pieces,
holding on to the hope,which is all that is left,
that everything will be fine and your are let free,
but will it be ?,when my feelings have taken a backseat?
PS:written on 10/9/23 and finished on 12/9/23
Kindly share your views and opinions.i would love to know your thoughts,
Not entirely but some portion got inspired from a character in a series,though i couldnt finish it.
Please do not hold me within those claws of unworthiness
As if your judgment alone DEFINES me!
Get out of here, you little baby,
You don’t recognize what’s good for you!
Push away the peas,
But you’re still going to have to eat them!!!!
Your fresh eyes glanced easily upon stupidity,
No, not stupidity—merely mistake!
An innocent, mind-begrudging mistake!
That, yes, I admittedly made. . .
This is not even a scratch on the surface—
Not even a soft powder-pat on your tiny balls
That little trip up you witnessed,
That you misconceived as smart-alecky trash,
That you automatically assumed was ME,
It was YOU
So, rest easy,
I mashed the peas for you:
My heart is pumping with what you will never know
I am bleeding along the surface of your hardened exterior
I am a silly mistake in the form of a slip of the finger—
An acquitted mistake
That I will never make again
(trust me on that one, OLIVER!)
With all the efforts of justification,
You rest your eyes with utter annoyance upon me now
For that human, that CHILD standing there,
Smiling in the light like a sunburned baby’s ass
Is nothing but a diaper-filled disruption—
A **** disturbance uncalled for
But is adequately named, the one who IGNORES
The moment I looked at you, Oliver
I was certain of a sweet heart
It was in your eyes—a trust of kindness so genuine
So attractive you were,
Full of newness—a shiny toy that remains in the box
Limited edition (emphasis on limited)—exclusive….
By Destiny’s pacifying distain,
She taught me I could be crushed of dreams
The moment I fall on my face—
That people are not always who you think they will be
That I could be utterly and undeniably wrong in the good I see
And God, you sir, are so deliberately ugly to me!!!!!!
How’s that for an ETERNAL impression?!
*Sorry guys. But I needed a raw rant off my chest. Love you guys immensely. If there’s an Oliver that reads this poem on here, I promise I am not aiming this at you babe….just had to make that clear…. XD *
Fluffy ivory cat was so immensely jealous of the belfry bat.
Why does he get to fly? I am angry about this said the cat.
We all knew how upset it made this old cat, Miss Pat.
She is so jealous, it makes me laugh, said Morry, the rat.
Miss Pat heartily chased Morry around the yard.
You are the death of me, my own petard!
If she springs bat wings, she’ll catch him, one said.
And then poor Morry will be promptly dead.
Bat wings! That’s what I need said Miss Pat.
She concentrated on it so hard, it popped off her hat.
The belfry bat laughed at the cat’s fluffy wild hair.
Then he fell down kicking his teeny tiny feet in the air.