Short Metaphysics Poems
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There’s nothing less,
there’s nothing more
As time repeats…
—once evermore
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
faith-
incomprehensible province
of metaphysics!
-March 28, 2019, Chattogram
God is a lonely man without the Poor
I thought, when I was young.
now I am metaphysics
I fix broken dreams
sing songs the poor sang
Love Meta science
Neither chemistry nor physics
...................metaphysics ...
love is a science
...........and compliance
The fall had thought
For so very long
How was it,
That math and science
Could evolve,
As mind and memory
Did deteriorate,
In the spirit of man?
The dividing line
Between shadow and I
Lies between the twain
Set upon a mirrored surface
That itself does contain
Some differences
In reflective
Surfaces.
Woman is a landscape
Soft and silent next to me;
Her hills and valleys,
Her forest and knoll.
Dawn stirs.
Time will
Fashion dark into gold,
Along a silent thread transmit
Its chemical metamorphosis.
As below, and
So on top
And so it seems
The whole has got
To give its soul
Over to, ego and control;
For it is the team
That is the biggest fink,
And for the many
It would seem
The individual, is
The weakest link.
Every life dwell in the bosom of the love,
echoing the bliss of eternity,
ringing as a heavenly gong the holy song,
the song of love wherewith even hell
had thrilled and the grief ignites,
and the eager souls lean to hear with awe.
No name
no echo
only blood flowing
skin without edges
as you stumble through life
the breach
within a wound
opaque origin
before form
missing beat
when you believe you feel
a hollow
in the bones
uncreated
the body
before the body.
Beyond the heaven there is the country of heart,
here dwell the deepest secret nobody knows,
here the bud see the bud, the mind
can't hide its darkness and the shadow
of the soul is illuminated,
and this is the miracle that's keeping
the stars in harmony orbit.
Darkness at the shut of day,
broken hearts and silent tears around me
the words are sad,
the clocks stopped,
but the light from a dead star
will live in infinity,
its rays will continue
to cross the vast starry heavens
and they will illuminate worlds of miracles.
Fallen angel! Why are you scared?
Why you dwelt alone in shadow?
Why you tighten your fists?
why threaten the whole life?
i know, afraid to .love,
let tenderness pour from your eyes
to irrigate the earth and the light of love, silently,
will lift you on the heaven again.
Logic will never explain the Spirit,
its reasoning is vain
Metaphysics not transcendence,
all thunder—never rain
Ontology dismissing love,
a life of death and pain
Lusting for what we’ll never have
—hating what we can’t explain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
In our brief life,
so many roads,
so many miracles
and blessings and glories,
but also so many curses and denials,
grief and contempt,
continuous waves on the planetary seas
that come and go,
and they crawl us into the vast heavens,
in that quiet rhythm universe
listen to your heart beat.
...keep our metaphysics warm
( From : Whispers of Immortality/T.S.Eliot)
Keep our metaphysics warm
in dorm sheet our handmaiden
work like monsters bazooka
Slit our conscience and alas
masturbation is a metaphor
Hammer and chain God is lost
Only interpretation, function
of power not even truth, fly.
Metaphysical
love is inexhaustible
Always miracles
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* Metaphysics is the branch of philosophy that makes the most basic questions
It can be defined as the doctrine of the existence of reasons and principles
Some biologist or perhaps romantic engineer
may have found it in the insert, turn, genetic
Click and lock of our male and female union
The shining, lubricated slide of parts
offered up, plunged and seated does
Seduce - but more in them than us
For in these angels' perfect fit
and finish true
Marriage
exists.
So many phantom shapes
Fluff about the local space
I can barely sense them brushing
Not hiding, just skimming existence
Not in or out
Among the growing shadows
I recall music I've never heard
Reminding me of places I've never been
Where I yearn to go back
This is the stuff of happiness
It and I alone, together mingling.
Good and evil are born out of perception
Right and wrong are determined by rules
The finality of truth and falsity resides in belief
Justice and Injustice are the preserves of a selfish society
Absoluteness is utopian
Perfection is a trait of metaphysics
Every action herein is but hypothetically temporal
Divinity is the final arbiter
As I abandon the world
of metaphysics,
i begin to be sick
and melancholic.
As I join the nature
as if it were a voice,
I sing with the birds,
a song of rejoice.
As I become unresponsive
to worldly desires
and decided to be one
who's willing to abide,
It killed me, you routine!
if I am to cling to something,
it is life,
not my welfare.
While we're spooning under the moon,
Hotsie, your kisses make me swoon,
Planting smooches on love's face,
Old as the whole human race,
Your kisses spark my hand,
Well met upon this land,
Lip syncing me with such flair,
Love kissing Mr. Debonair,
Not really quantum physics,
More of lover metaphysics,
Romance blesses each kiss,
Dear Hotsie, keep our timeless bliss!
I saw a angel on heaven
and he invited me
to be neighbors to the stars.
''How can i fly? I don't have wings''.
''I know you're encased
in an old human's body
with frozen souls and
unused magical dreams''.
''But remember,
you know quiet well,
deep within you,
that there is only a single magic,
a single power and that
is called loving.
Love is Your wings''.
Poet
Poets are used to write down poems,
Want to torn metaphysics.
Sometimes try to write down about soul sometimes nature.
Till poet rubs his pen and writes.
It may be next wonderful creation
So that attracts to millions
Metaphor or haiku whatsoever may be.
In winter writes with a cup of tea.
wife sits with beauty.
Poet writes and orders his beautiful wife for so many cups of tea.
Saroj khan[sakha]
Listen to poem:
Our life a dazzling dream and the death a new arrival,
there is no end and never was a begginning.
Thousand centuries will gone
and will leave faint signs in the breaths of time,
thousand suns will light up and will burst
and unexpected visitors will come and will gone,
but something innate in us knows,
we were, we are, and will be forever,
a timeless gentle touch in eternity's face.