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My love, do you ever know...
In your moments of hushed silence,
I am your sound;
You are the rhythm
of the symphonic waves
in the vast sea
of my romantic verses;
Jasmine blooms, fresh, I am
and you, the thread,
together stringed, we become
fragrant garlands
that adorn and purify
our sacred sanctuary of love;
When you form the visible arc,
I become the invisible arc
of our vibrant rainbow of love;
My love, don't you know...
You hold the key to my
Paradise of Love-
there, in a spot, so beautiful,
I sit sprinkling my romantic ink,
my heart beating fast
as I await your arrival,
when thrush nightingales
sing ballads of love
and a soft zephyr
tickles and whispers into my ears
that you are on your way
to meet me.
Come, my love, without further delay
forget all the petty tiffs we had and
unlock the door to my paradise.
Hold me in your arms, so that
our eyes would meet
with gazes deep:
domes of black and white
will then become verses of love
As I would read
my own muses, so deep
in your eloquent eyes,
and you, in mine,
so magical and dreamy that moment be
when the wheel of time
would stop for some time
For us...
Just for us...
In your smile, a sparkling gem, you shone so bright,
A beauty, a vision, a radiant light.
My heart awakened, a poet's dream unfurled,
You, the inspiration, the center of my world.
As friends, together we found our way,
In your laughter's echo, my heart would sway.
In the classroom's embrace, our souls took flight,
I, the master of your emotions, day and night.
Yet, in the midst of our days so sweet,
Love's tender whisper remained discreet.
One night, I dared to craft a love's pure theme,
And in the verses, you became my cherished dream.
With a crazy plan, I sought to share my heart,
To express a love that had become a work of art.
But fear crept in, not of love, but of losing you,
Afraid of losing the inspiration that was so true.
When my confession came, your shock ran deep,
Vulnerable, I stood, secrets no longer to keep.
Your response cut deep, like a dagger's cruel thrust,
Leaving my heart shattered, my dreams turned to dust.
Tears flowed freely, the morn of my heart was born,
In the silence, the echoes of a love forlorn.
In the wake of your departure, my world was torn,
Stuck in a cycle, in which my heart was worn.
Summer's warmth arrived, my feelings still ablaze,
A letter, a heartfelt plea, in the sun's gentle rays.
But your response lacked emotion, a frigid sea,
Leaving me with a sense of love's final decree.
I searched for new friends to fill the void,
But none could replace you, the dreams we'd once enjoyed.
In this never-ending cycle, my heart remained askew,
For you, the one I still adore, but cannot pursue.
In the garden of my heart, your memory does bloom,
A love that lingers, like the sweetest perfume.
Though I can't have you, my feelings remain true,
In this poetic tale, my love for you shines through.
If I hadn't met your gaze in that void of youth, when I mistook impulse for absolute truth,
When I believed carelessness was courage and threw words to the wind, not knowing they would wound deeply and painfully.
Perhaps my words would have died unspoken, they wouldn't have deserved your silence full of meaning and pain,
Now, when clarity comes accompanied by regret, I see you in absence, in the silence where you should have always been.
Each moment of silence bears your name, like a whisper of wind through the leaves of late autumn,
Each moment I failed to truly see you now stands vivid before my empty eyes.
You waited patiently, you stayed when others would have left, and I broke things I didn't understand,
You offered me trust, while I gave you only confusion, you were the calm, I was the devastating storm.
Time doesn't offer a second chance, it closes doors without warning, leaving behind only the echo of regrets,
And I, who see so clearly now, have no right to knock on the door of the past, to ask forgiveness for my mistakes.
You were right to leave, to feel all that I learned too late, when the wounds were already too deep,
If I hadn't met your eyes then, when I was still a stranger to myself, lost among the rocks.
Now, in the mirror of time, I see clearly how much I've lost, how blind I was to your beauty,
Each memory is an unwept tear, each thought of you is a sad melody sung by my heart.
In the silence of the night, your name is a painful echo, a reminder of all I had and foolishly lost,
And I, a poet of regret, write verses for you, hoping that somewhere, somehow, our love still lives.
The Mind's Labyrinth
In the quiet chambers of thought,
Where neurons weave their intricate dance,
Lies the mind—a labyrinth of wonder,
A cosmic tapestry spun by chance.
I. Echoes of Memory
Memories echo through its corridors,
Whispers of laughter, tears, and longing.
Faces etched in sepia hues,
Moments frozen, forever belonging.
II. Dreams Unfurl
Dreams unfurl like fragile paper boats,
Sailing across the cerebral sea.
They dance with stardust and moonbeams,
Guided by the compass of possibility.
III. Shadows and Light
Within, shadows wrestle with light,
Dualities waltzing in twilight's embrace.
Fear and courage, love and doubt,
Painting chiaroscuro strokes on grace.
IV. Secret Gardens
Hidden gardens bloom—a riot of thoughts,
Where ideas sprout like wildflowers.
Philosophers, poets, and madmen wander,
Seeking truth beneath celestial towers.
V. The Muse's Whispers
The muse tiptoes along synapses,
Her breath igniting neurons' fire.
She whispers sonnets to sleeping minds,
Weaving verses from cosmic lyre.
VI. The Abyss Beckons
Yet deeper lies an abyss, uncharted,
Where sanity teeters on the edge.
Madness and genius dance a tango,
Their footsteps echoing through time's hedge.
VII. The Mind's Constellations
Stars align within this cerebral sky,
Constellations of hope and despair.
Each thought a comet streaking forth,
Leaving trails of wonder in the air.
And so, dear seeker, delve within,
Navigate this labyrinth of gray matter.
For the mind is both map and voyage,
A universe waiting to shatter and scatter.
Disorder fills the corridors of my mind, and my
inner soul is chaos and confusion, my thinking in
shambles, but most would be unaware of the jumble
and clutter that I must hide from everyone that I know,
really this tangled mess of thoughts has made me a writer.
Rhymes and those verses are like puzzles that I like to undress
and I use the muddle in my head to hide my inner upset and disarray
you probably have no idea that I become unaware the minute I hold a pen.
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November 21, 2019
Poetry/Acrostic/'Disarray'
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1200-192-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Ginsberg
Kerouac
Beat Tap
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde
W. H . Auden
Shakespeare
Wordsworth
Sylvia Plath
Virginia Woolf
Jane Austen
The Bronte Sister's
Authorities of Classic Art
Using ink instead of oils or water to paint a pallet dry
Mixing words into elix
To create book's without pictures
So as the blind can rejoice as well
In words that bind us all together
Life , Loss , Longing , Loving
Belonging , Betrayal
Power , Struggle , Death
Family , Foe's
Verses and Prose
The words that which we daily quote
When called upon to speak
Directly from the heart
While all the while never knowing
They are reciting words from a poem
Or classical works of Art
Of an Author they could not even name
Nor actually in reality know
Viewing the crucifixion scene capturing my soul
I'm glued to the vital character bearing the painting's essence
Staring at His image, my mind is gripped with Scripture verses
Unraveling momentous event in history - spiritual and miraculous
Asserting biblical Christianity's glorious message
Lauding compassion's omnipotence wrought by the Almighty Father.
Overwhelmed with gratefulness, I'm moved to worship...
Facing the beauty of the Lamb of God, I exclaim:
Crucified slaughtered Saviour, Jesus Christ the Lord
Redeemer and Deliverer, He vanquished death’s sting.
Unwavering in His sacrifice, offering Himself willingly
Calvary’s Hill He surmounted toward eternal victory’s height.
Infinite pardon He declared along “Father, forgive them” plea
Freeing hell-bound sinners from iniquities’ wages.
Immutable truth obscurity cannot hide
Expressing “I am the way, the truth, and the Life”
Dearly He paid the price to ransom me from condemnation’s verdict.
Seeing my Saviour in His suffering state, yet triumphant stature
Awakens my spiritual fervor, anchored by His love...
Vouching me verily, renewing my vow to live for Him.
Imparted with His divine nature, I’m illumined...
Overtaken by service-opportunities from selfishness’ grip
Upheld to exercise my faith midst strengthened heart
Revived to testify “I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live…”
Today, I put my faith in You, dear Jesus Christ. You died, were buried and resurrected to give me everlasting salvation. I trust and believe that only YOU can give me eternal life. Forgive me for my sins. Thanks so much for your love, and for assuring me heaven.
*Matthew 27:33-50; Mark 15:33-39; Luke 23:33-47; John 19:17-37.
**Galatians 2:20 “I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.”
Ekphrasis in Acrostic form
February 15, 2019
7th place, "Final Call Of NAs Your Most Meaningful One" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Chantelle Ann Cooke; judged on 10/8/2020.
Chanting vibes in Bangla, I sing
Bengali, words confluence in lyrical verse
O glory be! I envision thee in inner me
I caress thee in remotest pristine Bangla waterfalls.
Chanting vibes in Bangla, I sing
Bengali, words confluence in lyrical verse
O glory be! I envision thee in inner me
I caress thee in remotest pristine Bangla waterfalls.
Chanting vibes in Bangla, I sing
Bangla, words confluence in lyrical verse
I vision in Bengali, as my melody flows in her
Affection cradles me, while roaming this far.
Bengali speaks in Subtle poems, Jibanananda resonates in soul within
My yearning is quenched in thirst, as your face solace reason.
I ponder once in her tranquil face
I ponder there for incessant times.
I speak in my Bangla,
I speak for my Bangla
Submerged in Bangla,
I smile. Weave in verse,
and verse reflects in sense.
I speak in my Bangla,
I speak for my Bangla
Submerged in Bangla,
I smile. Weave in verse,
and verse reflects in sense.
I rejoice in Bengali. With all my exclamations
I mourn for the fallen, along the way, forgotten.
I cringe in silent cry, mourn as Bangla surges
Intellect fosters, too much helpless a situation.
I ponder once in her tranquil face
I ponder there for incessant times
Bangla is my resilient oath,
The sharpest aim in arrows in flights.
I ponder once in her tranquil face
I ponder there for incessant times
Bangla is my resilient oath,
The sharpest aim in arrows in flights.
I ponder once in her tranquil face
I ponder there for incessant times.
I love thee. My verses, Bangla, an eloquent evocation
I love along my Bangla , one silent simpering resonance
Bangla. O my utterance in my truest may!
I hold thy grace, with my earnest hands,
and boldly tell the world, say!
I love thee. My verses, Bangla, eloquent evocation
I love along my Bangla , one silent simpering resonance
Bangla. O my utterance in my truest may!
I hold thy grace, with my earnest hands,
and boldly tell the world, say!
I greeted her, on a generous moment
with grace and courage. Humility.
Where the Seven Oceans and merging rivers
churns in the ballads of the Ganges and the ever-enchanting Padma.
Bangla quenches my inner thirst
The boldest droplet that lasts for long,
I ponder once in her tranquil face
I ponder there for incessant times
And cherish for my evergreen murmurs of a Bangla song.
Lie to men, but not to God,
I'm sorry for those I'll hurt,
For this is what I must write,
I'm not writing because I'm holier than thou,
Neither am I better than thou.
I know I'm better than nothing.
Lie to men, but not to God,
You call yourself Christians,
Ready to go to heaven,
Just because you go to church,
Every Sunday ushering in church members,
In every mass you are the altar boy.
Lie to men, but not to God,
You crucify others,
That they do not go to church,
They are always in the pubs,
Drinking and taking the roles.
You crucify them,
Isolating yourselves, at times quarantining,
Didn't Jesus associate with them?
Lie to men but not to God,
In the village and the streets,
Fornication and adultery,
The clergy eating from their flock.
Is sin better than sin,
Every church going day you go,
Well and good I appreciate,
But can you recall the last sermon?
In your phone using the church WIFI,
WhatsApping and facebooking,
From Twitter to Instagram,
From Ticktock to the pornhub
I tell you again,
Lie to men but not to God.
I have no apology for this,
Love me or hate me,
You say you are a church girl.
From Monday to Saturday,
In your bootyshort and bikinis,
Yes we appreciate the fashion,
On a Sunday a dera to church,
Your body is the temple of God, remember
Lue to men but not to God.
Your neighbor dying of hunger,
Your store full of foodstuffs,
At times going bad,
An ardent Christian you claim,
Quoting verses and even chapters
Where do you practice your words?
It's preaching water but taking wine.
Lie to men but no to God.
I see no heaven, I see no paradise,
All have sinned and fallen short of glory,
Forgive us God remember we're your children.
Forgive me more, for I have done my part,
From the talent you gave me I speak to the masses,
Even the deaf I speak to them,
Even to the stones I'll speak.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
The most beautiful poem suits you,
written simply, like your own beauty;
with the soft dawn breeze
dancing lightly upon the curtain
as it drifts through the open window;
like a rose half-open—the bloom of youth—
a stanza paused at the break of day.
May the breeze blow ceaselessly,
and you unfold from the curtain’s folds
like a butterfly emerging from the shadows,
your face a trail of light at daybreak
awaiting the rising sun,
your beauty revealing itself in full splendor—
a verse that touches the firmament.
Let the breeze rise from the depths of your soul,
stirring the curtain with a flickering pulse—
your form, a cherished vision,
drifting through the open window;
in your dark eyes, the sea
becomes a mirror of the sky,
with words like lighthouses in the boundless blue.
And should the time come for the breeze to fall silent—
as if a hand had closed the window—
you will dance lightly upon the curtain,
moving eternally within its graceful folds,
your beauty shining in the firmament;
the words in these verses
will speak only of you, forever.