I know Nothing, and I know it well;
and that ensures that my head doesn't swell.
Nothing is nothing to gripe about,
suppressing any desire to shout.
Nothing is the stuff of sleepless nights;
it's like a deer caught in the headlights.
Nothing has no heft or feel to it:
the legacy of a hypocrite.
Nothing, sometimes, is all you have left;
loss of innocence is a slow theft.
Nothing isn't easily washed away,
even by the tears wept every day.
Nothing is frightening to confront,
like an empty gesture or affront.
Nothing can obscure your path to love;
it forces your heart to rise above.
Fish always keeps its eyes open
Obvious : All its cards are shown.
Staying in quiet silent mood
Neither to protest nor be rude.
Destined to be killed not to fight
Bound to surrender : Is that rIght ?
Eyes open ! Everything hostile.
With canopy of leaves tree stands
swaying branches on stream strand.
Withered leaves leave Mother tree.
Detached leaves fall on stream, as free !
Helpless ! Little brittle ripples
cradle with much care : So simple
in normal, natural life - style.
First love was completely shattered
All dreamy desires are scattered.
Swam and sank in deep despondency :
Endured failure, conspiracy.
I demanded freedom from him.
He walked away suppressing scream.
He turned inert closing love - file.
MUTUAL DISTRACTIONS
evolving
affinities
ferment
alliances
with
communal
theology
of
eurhythmyic
utterances
&
contemplating
opaque
consequences
whilst
suppressing
synthetic
rigidity
of
feeling
expressed
openly
&
integrating
immediate
resolution
in
exotic
influences
with
deliberate
echos
abolishing
communal
themes
In
their
originality
"The Boy Next Door" – A Sonnet
Outside she sees the birds and clouds fly high,
Together, where the golden sunbeams pelt.
She said "Alright, let's try", it's mid-july.;
That summer, when you told her how you felt.
Inside your childhood room, only nineteen.
That loosened button on her floral dress
Between your fingers. Like a movie scene,
The world stood still before your first caress.
Down on your bed, your hands intrude her thighs,
Like icy chills that slowly crawl her spine.
You promised time, but it was all just lies,
She froze but you just said "Relax, it's fine".
Suppressing tears as I flee out the door,
Since then I don't wear florals anymore.
LB 05/31/2026
The guru’s welcome address
asks his students to suppress
lust and tread gently on earth,
faith-filled heart bubbling with mirth.
We cannot say we agree,
since we’d rather roam carefree,
mood and mode, embrace-release,
garnering the truth with ease.
Instead of suppressing lust,
steering heart towards deeds just,
doing thus, standing erect,
we do as God does direct.
There’s no shortcut, walk the talk
and before fear forms don’t balk,
simply purifying heart,
God-search in silence jump start.
As for faith as blind belief,
how can we turn a new leaf,
until we are touched by grace
and we see God face to face?
Of course negating desire,
ignites our heart’s sacred fire,
thus the Buddha’s middle way,
perhaps may make earth life play.
Holy books do seek to teach,
just as weary pastors preach,
so we listen and reflect,
which boxes need to be checked.
A nobody cast into a sea of duties
Drowning in confusion and being dragged
By the turbulent tides
A vulnerable thing tossed
By the waves of prejudice.
Opening my mouth—
to scream a single word
Stretching my hand—
to reach where nothing holds—
Bearing a sense of emptiness
Pressing into my spine.
Struggling to retain my sanity
with a single thread—
A rotten rope
stretched between various dreams
While suppressing nostalgia for
The golden silhouette of the wrinkled past.
In this small patch of blue,
With a wave of her hand
I could say it....
clearly, without doubt—
She's my sky.
suppressing their simmering contempt;
ever the performance artists
wearing fake smiles like ski masks.
praying for your downfall
when you taste success.
do not trust them!
don't swallow
poison
pills
On that morose rainy evening, my room was full of fragrance of moistened
jasmine coming from my garden mesmerizing us. Both of us were aware : this was our last
meeting. We were sinking in deep dolour. With gracious gait you walked away in hesitant mood.
While stepping slow, you threw a modest momentary glance with your natural elegance, but
didn’t speak a single syllable. Suppressing your feelings, you turned your face just once and
walked away. I’m not sure, whether I noticed a tear drop glistening at corner of your eyes.
I couldn't guess what you tried to speak something at time of adieu.
your silence to mourn
forever with redolence ~
of rain - soaked jasmine…..
My Dear Man, please step within and then, are you doing well?
Are you okay? What about the little ones and all?
After the casual conversational preceded for a while, the mounted photograph on the white wall
I showed the photograph to my enthusiasm , a paying guest
'This is my junior, no longer within us,
who drowned in our village pond
about three years ago from now, noontime on a busy summer with the caw caw of all these crows!'
Easy an utterance paved so easily
No inflection, nothing much in vocal modulation
no more deep sigh, no more brimming eyes
And the voice my own ,
came back to shiver say , shivers a , she verse a succinct staid , cold snow time
Three years, only three years
mesh weaved the intricate between all these
even then erstwhile, the cacophony, voice over
dragged out my mourning river to leave alone a speedy saga of depositing silt
Whence the invitees are all gone, stood once more to ponder
before the photograph, to face questions, suppressing sorrow
Behind the frame, my son gazed at me, with no anger, with no grudges at all.
_Shamsur Rahman
The man in the elevator entered with me from top floor
of a ten storied building and stood front, close to door.
Each time elevator stopped, he got out and confronting collision,
next moment he rushed to enter again taking same position.
I think, each had doubt, whether his mental condition be stable !
At last I got scope to ask him , when we reached the ground level.
He explained, her girl friend is waiting in front of the elevator.
But in which floor she is waiting, he doesn't know so far.
So he is cheking in which floor she is waiting for her lover !
He will continue to go up and down till he can find her.
I wished for him conveying ' Good Luck ' and bade bye.
He again entered the elevator , suppressing his sigh !
Throw out your practicality
Throw out your excuses
Throw out all your reasons
Now reflect on your soul
Tell me, what do you desire?
Follow your heart, not your fear
Bury the chaos of your mind
Bury all your shame
Bury your brave mask
Now reflect on your soul
Tell me, what do you desire?
Follow your heart, not your fear
Give up on pushing me away
Give up on hiding your emotions
Give up on suppressing your feelings
Now reflect on your soul
Tell me, what do you desire?
Follow your heart, not your fear
Expectations brings
about self deprecations,
sometimes I wonder if
the thoughts running
through my head are
my own or somebody
else’s?
The world lives
in constant turmoil,
waves crashing,
tides swerving in
and out from open-
ended beaches,
abysmal delays of
the lighthouse directory,
guided by supplemental
shocks of lightening
rays trajectory.
I stand firmly in front
of the baseless sandcastle,
a fragile foundation of
past voices from lurking
shadows who slowly
poisoned its interior,
lack of motivation,
wandering in between
spaces incoherently,
my mind in anxiety help-
lessly what I could
not understand,
the words stare back
at me in silence gradually
suppressing the last
bit of life found closing
in underneath,
time holds on as
it falls into deep
sleep.
Sky shining like a golden medallion
Colorful as a vibrant rainbow
Not just red, white and blue
Love flowing from the rivers
Cascading down like waterfalls
Suppressing, drowning corruption
Under foamy soft suds
Guilt be forgotten
Sin be forgiven
Imprisoned is the evil
Which lies deep in every flesh
Fettered, ball and chain
Judgeless hearts roam freely
Addiction leaves at once
A land so peaceful and full of freedom
For both you and me
Are lovers of humans
The wild wind plays its part.
Orchids on my Lord's yard
Blown and thrown apart.
They were meant to fall?
Before coming of age?
The suspects were to be summoned at once.
"No such intentions I carry, oh Lord...."
Wild wind presents, an alibi persuading.
"I was hurled by these towering trees."
The court, bewildered.
Yet, advocated his statement.
"It was not just me, a whole bunch of us.
I? Merely a pawn swayed by an arrogant king, Sire?
I take no part in this massacre...."
Not even a warlord made my king sweat.
Apprehension of injustice it is.
Suppressing the murmurs, my King speaks.
"Oh mighty wind, brutal nature force,
Why assist destruction of the old man's blossom?
Tell me, oh lofty tree.
You bear children of your own,
Why kill mine? "
"Why flowers bloom?
When destined to wither only.
We relish and embrace them,
Refer- beauty, innocence and sanctity.
Why gather them here?
A corpse lying on a pyre...."
clouds cold
subduing, suppressing
entity, inhabitant
activity ambivalent
bone-chilling
inhale
brilliance of sun
stark shining dreams
embodiment of
exuberance
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