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Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring- A Song of Nazrul Islam Babu (Niaz Mohammad Chowdhury)
Love is a similitude diva of a butterfly soaring higher on a flight of blindfolded pastime
A restful walk through the memory lane, a glimpse into the mirror of a tranquil mind, to be rueful, once again
Some of all these are longing, some are doodling to yearn
The churn of the longing to meet the asymptotic is no more to be nominative, still undone.
Yet again, love thrive to reborn, to beseech lover's reach, nonetheless
Some ponder love a heart song, a ripple on a pristine mirror
Once broken, the stain is irreversible to realm into oblivion
Eternally bonded, to reign through the saga of longing again.
11-9-2024
November, Dallas
So much to solicit, but with substance excluded,
she mimics intimacy, but leaves one secluded.
Flatteries slip off her tongue like honey's sultry sweetness.
"Come to this incensed bed for pleasure's soft caress."
Like a crafty serpent's spiel, her lips slither stellar speech.
Secure your spirit, flesh, and soul; she'll sample some of each.
With silken negligees, she'll sustain a slave's stronghold,
stealing one's strength like the lust for shiny gold.
One's best possession is sequestered, that of self, a sword within,
squandered to a showy stranger, a satanic mannequin.
Leaving spouse and offspring grieving, an egregious price to pay,
some have spurned their own cisterns to search for soggy clay.
Listen closely, my son, with stern discretion be wise.
For she will lead you in similitude as Eden's sad demise.
12-8-2020
References: Proverbs 5 & Proverbs 7
"Flee sexual immorality. Every sin that a man does is outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body." 1 Corinthians 6:18
THE TWO UNLIKE-POLE ANALOGY
Analogically, this simplicity of poles might communicates
extensive comparison of things life usually complicate.
Just as the tale of "magno magnets",
Like-poles repulsively repels even off a border
and unlike-poles abnormally attract one another.
The north pole of two magnets are set asunder;
Opposite poles of two magnets attract each other,
but the like-poles are overly at loggerheads,
Similitude to electric charges which postulate same rules:
Like-charges repel, and unlike-charges attract.
This theory sums up the summary of a proven fact.
The irony of life is, two different souls are match-made,
We're bedazzled with such common rarity that doesn't fade.
It's sporadic to have two people with same traits
or cosmic (birthday) twins becoming soul mates.
By taking a leaf out of the analogy of unlike-poles,
attraction is established and so is unlike souls.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright©January,2023.
“I am afraid.
I am much too afraid to utter anything.” I said.
“And, why are you afraid?
Can you explain exactly?” He asked.
“I am afraid of particularly this.
This whole concept of freedom of expression.
It never quite worked for me.
It never really did.” I cleared my throat.
Words. Stronger words.
Bitter Words.
Words pouring with a similitude
Of Bullets in Bulletin.
Words. Justified with every inch.
Hurtful words.
It never quite worked for me.
It never really did.
Only the world turned into
Something fearful.
Like a haunted nightmare.
And I kept on waiting.
For the drop scene…
Kept waiting and waiting…
“Don’t worry about them.”
He spoke in a softer voice.
"It is never a story of them.
They will either help or they won’t.
It is never about them.
It is about the inner strength
That we carry within us.
The words that get generated
Within us through hurts, through wounds
The words that we carry within us.
As a natural remedy. Within and Beyond."
He finished his sentence.
And there was a long...long pause.
And words were pouring in italics again.
To hold the words again, higher enough to the sky.
January 10, 2021
March 2 Scripture Meditations Based on 1Samuel 25-28
Key Verse – 1Samuel 25:33 And blessed be thy advice, and blessed be thou, which hast kept me this day from coming to shed blood, and from avenging myself with mine own hand.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR ADVISING ME WELL
Thank You for advising me well constantly
According to Your Word surely
Against thinking of evil foolishly
So I won’t displease You deliberately.
Thank You for advising me about my spirituality
According to Your sovereignty of omniscient authority
Against backsliding because of iniquity
So I won’t provoke You and Your established Christianity.
Thank You for advising me well regarding my servanthood-servitude
According to Your example of submissive attitude
Against showing false humility along its arrogant and haughty similitude
So I won’t dishonor You with my ingratitude.
Thank You for advising me well concerning my worship
According to Your command within Your offered relationship
Against indulging in worldly, earthly and carnal friendship
So I won’t hurt You and turn from Your fellowship.
Thank You for advising me well within Your will’s protection
According to Your goodness filled with loving kindness’ satisfaction
Against complaining due to discontentment for seemingly lack of provision
So I won’t rebel from You toward my destruction.
Thank You for advising me well midst my unfaithfulness
According to Your merciful graciousness
Against disobeying You, manifesting my stubbornness
So I won’t neglect You and Your helpfulness.
March 2, 2022
She came out of a shadow on the bedroom wall.
Phem men-ing
pheel ings,
phore-tellings,
wings under her pearlescent feet
raven hair swirling about her face.
You cannot see her face,
but there is a face within her face,
and you can see, it emerges and disappears,
eyes cannot catch sight of it, but
you recognize a similitude of yourself.
Aghast you deny any mote of angelic divinity,
and yet
you are within her,
and she is showing you yourself,
as you cross a bridge
between the two lobes of your brain.
You are dragging a pair of heavy,
clumsy wings behind your body,
they are armor clad in a base metal.
The angel fills you with wild innocent desires.
Her seeking love writhes like a serpent
around your body.
Lips part within her nakedness
She speaks:
"Stand upright upon that arching span,
let those heavy wings fall into the abyss below.
Let go of any thought
of both you and I.
Fall.
I will fall with you,
all the way
all the way
all the way
until we reach that empyrean sky,
above all those
who assume they are one bit lower,
or one jot higher
than any kind of holiness.
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
No simile will be an apt story there
How the sky splashed the color within
Yet, his eyes and the depth of the blue, unfolding for a numerous times
In my wandering thoughts as the twilight is fading through the covetous time
And the days are a passing sory, long gone is she
And there, darkness settles in , slowly,
again and again
And the night blossoms in mayflower
As the stars fade away.
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
Only, the other day, his love
Yard had a walkway, where she touched the grass
Hiding the handheld lamp
Along this way, she walked, and she had her lantern, too.
In darkness with the stories behind
Her face had a glow, in similitude
As an island in isolation, in an oceanic pulchritude
And here I am, now, facing the seashore
Waves and waves , they sound in uproar
And touch the land, only to return in shear grace of mother nature
And the seashore remain their broken dreams, a foamy dense moment, they clutter
As they know me now, in goodness, and they wished for me to be better
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
No way to return, no ways
From eyes, his deep blue eyes.
In that similitude of spirit and gaze
I see much in you that you see in me,
for in me are your Arthurian ways -
old man, I am your son and proud to be.
In the dark days and darker nights of us
when the Angel of Death entered our home,
father, I saw in you a map and compass
but I was lost and destined to roam.
For in that we are all a vassal to age
no sceptre or mitre can set us free,
and no fealty can old time assuage
or rail against its synchronicity.
So it is in the time of tide and flow
between us there was ebb and distance,
yet I know I will miss you when you go
and hold dear the tides of least resistance.
Truly ever decreasing circles besot
the cognisance of what and who we are,
yet I am not fogged to what time begot
but wise to your end and your exemplar.
Wise to our earthly labours and pleasure,
and all that was ventured and lost or won
for insofar love is the true measure
I shall be its keeper when you are gone.
I have a son, and love him more I can’t -
he in time might forget you but I shan’t.
Alas, no mortal thing this world outlast
yet still the risen sun your shadow cast.
Written: October 2004
a heart for a soul and a soul for a heart
i am the living ocean and you will drown
i am the sun and i will storm
your attention seeking with infantile trolling
is a bigger concern than your interest in UFOs
some men are wise while others trifle
RIP all your internets
the star the priest the pope
the elephant in the room and the flying monkey
the wise folks and the otherwise
your birds sound like a flock of seagulls
on a beach where no one hears them scream
some women are nice and others thrice as nice
put down the wine you are not fine
i am the chaos that drives innovation
i am not a momentary event i am the truth
the factor infinite and unknown
gives us the confirmation that we need
a reminder that benefits drown
when swinging from one branch to another
the sun shines forth in redoubled beauty after rain
my condolences to all your thresholds
the tiger the rabbit and the pig
a petting zoo of your own making
the noisier the cage the better
the collected earnings of a bad receiver
i am not here i am where i've never gone before
your souvenir of me is a breath of fresh air
my memento of you an empty box given away with largesse
i'm fruitful with crazy it is not my loss.
They were in her mind,
She pencilled them in her heart,
They came forth from her,
Asimov’s children,
She bore them,
One after other came forth,
Generation after generation,
They were transformed,
There was a transition,
Artificial intelligence hit the
the crescendo of the technology world,
It has held bound in the corners of the world,
It infiltrated the realms of space,
Agile robots and androids
interface with humans,
Humans are overly
dependent on them,
The laws of robotics
have their shortcomings,
So also robots are flawed beings.
They are no match for humans,
Despite their pitfalls and stumblings.
March 29, 2022.