on the fire the water is boiling
boiling and evaporating
after a while everything is disappeared
o’ you can boil the mind
on the fire of love,
it will be boiling
boiling and boiling
boiling and meditating
meditating and will be more loving
and after sometimes it will be pure eternal soul
-May 14, 2019 Chattogram
A phone is ringing
Alone I'm speaking humbly
Its myself and me
Over there- Solid power
In belief make pure rapture
-October 01, 2018 Chattogram
Think and open eye
on belief and profound truth
to make pure yourself
- July 23, 2018 Chattogram
Kalicharan Brahma
Gurudev
We are proud of you
This world, to live in this country
To protect our own race and country
How can we forget you adviser?
You gave the pure voice
Very good work you did
To make pure courage and contributions to us
You are the personal of us
Gurudev
You are our personal
Our country is for you
You are the path of us
What do we owe for you?
Don't have anything we have
Your order, by reminding you of your courage
We're living as you wanted
Hope rest my soul, not from the pain
But from grave acts yet unforgiven
And from my heart remove the stain
That leaves its mark among those grieving.
Make known the harm of which I bare
Won't feel much less when I am gone
But if I could but share my prayer,
I would for fortune, I have drawn.
At peace, my wish is to reside,
Lest not from cost, I've shared no claim
Make pure my conscience to abide
From love, for that I've failed to shame.
Come forth O falling watery purifier
Fall down upon me
Cleanse me of my sins
Make pure,make me clean
Wash away my earthly desires
My crimes of the flesh
Douse this burning yet corrupted fire
Wash away the Greed,lust,and all the rest
O Wondrous God
He who resides
In his kingdom in the sky
Please hear my cry
Send forth the rain
Call forth the rain
To rain down on the earth
To wash away all the burdens and the pain
To drown the suffering
The tears and sorrows of yesterday
To call forth
The radiant sun on the next day
Can hear me world
To all men and women
Little boys and girls
The rain has stopped
Becasue it has cleanse the world
Beneath sullied cloth, hastily covered
chain of seashells nestled
soundless, threads of an old story.
Your eyes, beneath lashes that catch
snow—I see the deep blue
sea of Junlado,
waves shining grey before the setting sun.
What are you doing here in the frozen north?
You came from seashores
cherry blossoms raining upon
your brown upturned face
dreaming of another world, you beautiful fool.
There is no other world when we
all suffer beneath endless winter.
Pity, a sweet face lined and streaked;
I watch it as you pour wine.
I, merely a wanderer
in rags, as we all are.
But I am strong, dear child.
Let me not see those purest tears
forming, unforming within
sinless eyes—
what are you doing here?
Go back
Go back to your land.
Swim, there, forget, in the bluegrey
Let joyful pearls make pure a salty sea.
We all suffer, but
you
at least
deserve to go back.
L one(ly) days need not be gray
O ffer yourself time away
V isit the ocean blue
I ntrigue yourself with a sunset hue
N ature in her beauty can cure
G iving the soul a lavation, to make pure
T ake away the strain of stress filled days
H eavenly beach, spend time in sun's rays
E levate yourself to where Angels play
L augh, twirl and spin
A ct like a child again
U rgency is pretend
G rant yourself time with a friend
H ave more than one week a year
T o make your life happy to bear
E nough relaxation and rest
R epent your dying, tired being to zest
O ften we ignore the signs
F or when it is our time
L isten to your body, your brain and heart
I promise you will not regret this part
F or there I have been, many a time
E venings filled with loving the laughter of life - so fine.
Lord I’m a sinner just passing through,
I know you gave me lots of good to do.
The devil has his kith and kin, making sure that we do sin,
But yet my lord I know it’s true,
Theres only one, and that is you.
Help me follow teachings you have taught,
Save me from this web in which I am caught.
Good lord I know you love me, although I’m always wrong,
Its that dying love you gave to me,
Which has always kept me strong.
My savior full of grace no one can take your place,
Your’e the one that loves the human race.
I know I am a sinner, help me to be a winner,
Until my final living or dying day.
The sun that shineth beneath heaven and the
Stars high in the sky,
Have always shown their true selves,
And never told a lie.
But we oh fragile mankind have failed to follow true,
If only we could listen we would surely be with you.
So help me Lord make pure and true,
And wash away my sins.
After all is said and done my lord,
We’re only sinful humans.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & poet)
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