It begins in barricading,
Anger, fear and then persuading,
Keep on beating,
Hearth and heating.
Face looks red and
Head overblown with intense containment.
I bubble up with the thoughts,
Sighs and shock at what they’ve brought.
Though hope of formation is lost,
Cascading thought of being
Part of such that, not conceding,
Is hurt of needing,
And creates a darker cushioning
For me to rest my head.
What am I if not a threshold for pains receiving, let my purpose be known and thine victorys be sweet, for now is not the hour for decite, nor retreat, mine is such that I must endure, have I wronged thee in such a way that my day to day taste so bitter, or do I protest to much to the ability laid before me, unjust I feel is been my judgment with out conviction, is that what keeps me bound to this forboad place, why oh why heath thoe forsaken me in this way, will the dawning of the new horizon bring me more of the rain, I know not the name of our creator but I feel him in the same, inside and in mind, my soul parishis burned in the flames of recognition, or do I protest to much, here me so that I may trigger a response, because I know my purpose but not my end, the better end of agony will be my paradise, my well earned resolve, so I ask thee one more time, why have thoe forsaken such a unparishable hand to which you control, and bring thee about a loss of this undamed soul.
Wardrobe why do you groan?
I have pain so i groan
To Allah I felt in love
Therefore, I groan
My name is painful Wardrobe
Slowly flows my bourn
Such that my Lord ordered
I have pain so i groan
They found me at a montane
And broke my wing and arm
And deemed worthy to Wardrobe
I have pain so i groan
I am a mountain's tree
Neither sweet nor tasty
To God I am praying
I have pain so i groan
They cut from montane my pain
And converted my state to a ruin
I never get tired of writing poem
I have pain so i groan
I pull my water from low
Turn and pour to tall
All the time I praise my Lord
I have pain so i groan
Jonah who comes to world doesn't smile
Persona doesn't reach to his goal
At this mortal no one stays
I have pain so i groan
Written by Yunus Emre (Dervish Jonah)
Translation Onur Ünlü
From the days
When we was faded
From the days
When we denied our reflection on the mirror
From the days
When our spirit was feeding on our souls
From the days
When we deepened our pain in salvation that somehow, we would arise in multitudes and rejuvenate with grace such that we would proclaim that we are redeemed.
From the days
When we was angered and caged with rage that someday we would stand on stage and introduce the chapters of our page
From the days
When we cold with remorse
From the days
When we was desperate, but with hope
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Perhaps I had done the gods wrong in my past life
Such that love was wielded to me as a knife
Maybe I’m confused, too young, and too naive
But isn’t it love if it destroys you when it leaves?
The eyes plead when your words escape you
They betray me when I say I’m done and through
For this feeling never truly disappeared, even if I deny
It’s hidden under a mountain of hurt, happiness, and lies
One could say it’s love in its purest and best form
It never even started, so why worry about the storm
It pushes all the limits and breaks all the rules
It ruins you and turns even scholars into fools
I was hopelessly hoping for a flicker or a spark
But I burned in your flames that lit up the dark
The days turned into months of wearing away
And the scars made me see stars in the light of day
It hurts too much to be given any other name
I was drawn to you like a moth to a burning flame
I tried to make you stay, but it was all for naught
For you were mine in all the ways you were not.
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Mindlessly I will follow every trend.
Controlled in all I do by appetite.
Pursue it single-minded to the end.
But new things mean I cannot rest at night.
We both know there are many just like me
Who, if you don’t look close might seem alive.
Who hunger to possess all that we see.
Who think we need all things just to survive.
I search for what I want, not what I need.
And what I grasp will never be released.
There’s always more on which I long to feed.
My hunger’s such that it will never cease.
Consuming like a zombie to the core,
No matter what I have, I still want more.
“Day dreams lay dead in dreams, but when life is breathed into them, they soar beyond the boundaries of success.”
— Poet
My dream is to be great in life,
That all I touch shall turn to gold,
And melt like butter on hot knife.
Thus my reward shall be tenfold,
Full of thriving, less of strife,
Grow finer, like a wine brewed old~
That buds find its rhythm in fife,
A belief I hold in heart bold.
So surprising it becomes,
When I dreamt this dream in dreams,
And dance to its beats on drums,
Then its true essence truly gleams,
And its true purpose it sums.
Its starkness guided by beams,
As if life's dreams are like ripe plums,
That come as easy as they seem,
Such that to no loss it succumbs.
True dreams are fulfilled in sleeps,
And not drowned in dwams' dams,
Where doubt constantly creeps,
To make dreams appear as shams,
Yet my life-dream still peeps
Through this life's tangled jams,
To a place no one weeps,
And free from dreams' logjams.
---
## Pride (Abhiman)
The fire of your memories that ignited,
Our first meeting was grand, the conversation colorful, the mood delightful.
Slowly, time took a turn,
Asking if struggle gives voice to the river, the ocean's wave?
What will your voice be if you're insignificant, whom will you call out to?
The fault of ages, this ongoing drama,
Neither of us is conscious. You'd sob at the thought of losing me, losing your senses.
With you in my arms, I do some counting.
Today, the situation is such that during the day I'm writing the account of our moments by the clock's chime.
At night, I wander, counting money, counting stars – day or night, both are precious.
I just keep my heart in this body's shell, I pray for the one who brought us together.
Whether you talk or not, you have one thing, and I have one too.
Death is inevitable, my death will come with the recognition of my name. Don't you worry,
Just live with my pride.
With love to all,
Om Jagdish Bajantri (Mahabharamnad)
---
My
dear wife,
heart of hearts,
there, your love lives.
In peace and with grace.
Come rainfall, come sunshine,
like moon and stars in the clouds.
Nothing else can replace your love.
For heavens, for earth, I'll still love you.
I pray that God will guide, guard, and keep us.
Let's flee from things that can keep us apart.
With God on our sides, we'll overcome.
Let's get involved with our full minds,
such that our hearts can love more.
Since hearts are meant for love,
we won't stop our love.
God on our side.
Till the end,
with love,
dear.
NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
Staring at me from within my mind
The memory that one cannot erase
And no-one else to share my yoke
Like a ghost that forever will haunt
A heart so cold, it makes one shiver
And blood rushing like an icy river
A sense of foreboding it will deliver
Tender smiles gone as I look gaunt
See what a viscous liquid can evoke
Wicked thoughts that can only gaze
Such that in my state I am resigned
IN THE GARDEN OF LOVE
Here, where roses grow, both tended and wild
This secret garden that so few people do know
Each flower is a stem intertwined with another
Such that they both rise, perhaps fall, together
Yet even though towards the sunlight they go
They can also relish darkness and be reconciled
Their petals may be different hues and shades
Yet to them, that is of such little consequence
A symbol of love, a marriage of white and red
Despite what a casual gardener may have said
They’ll share everything, including their scents
For long after the Spring’s green growth fades
THE CAULDRON
As I slipped into the tub to bathe
I then realised that it was a cauldron
Fire making the water swirl around
But not as it had first appeared to me
As it seeped into my skin and tingled
I knew that I was in a magical liquid
A rising mist infusing me with images
That began to take over my thoughts
I was no longer who I had been before
Someone, or something, not belonging
Yet here in my nakedness I was extant
Imbued with a different focus on life
Maybe never return to my former self
Nor think in that single plane again
But across all dimensions, now aware
Such that stepping from this cauldron
I would see everything in a new light
The impact of magic felt and was, real
So all look upon me now and despair
I belong in all the various worlds I see
With no further need of physical form
I am who I am, and who I need to be
Day One... Chapter Two... of
Political turmoil throughout the land.
Where Felonious Trump takes to his throne,
Right along with the rest of his MAGA band.
It's still hard to believe for some,
That millions of Americans voted him in.
As if the first time wasn't enough,
So his convictions can start again.
Yet for millions of others there's
Only fear, that guides the countries way.
Since the art of his deals knows few brush-
Strokes, just finger-painting to play.
With bullying and intimidation as the favorite
Colors, the divide will surely only grow.
Such that the wealthy will prosper and
Concentrate, while the poor can only slow.
The next four years, for some will be dramatic,
While many others will feel only despair.
Because the scales of righteousness are unbalanced,
And the moral compass spins wildly in the air.
My greatest wish is that I am wrong in this preview,
And I can continue to easily laugh and sing.
But this history has taught a lesson to be skeptical,
From a man who sees himself ... as a King.
To Melt a Woman's Heart
A magical incantation to melt a woman's heart.
Sending electric tingles racing through her every part.
A sweet succulent enveloping delirium she will find.
As thoughts of the purest desire swirl through her mind.
A magic spell where each word is crafted with the utmost care.
To bring her such a raging passion that's far beyond compare.
She becomes a blazing Phoenix rising with her fiery might.
For love's sake, she's remade to burn our bed throughout the night.
Charged with the almighty power of love are her arms.
Such that no man may ever resist her womanly charms.
Her exhale is sweet as honey and her moist lips are the most divine.
A magnificent breath stealing shape and silhouette in every curve and line.
The spell is cast and carried word for word in this magic rhyme.
So that we two may be lovers until the end of time.
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