Whence Harry got to tarry for a Barrymore
Extra curricular activities ,
Extra virgin olive oil
Extra terrestrial cosmology,
saucer you are a foe, metaphor
You are an earl gray without Milk and sugar ,
a cup after an interlocking prayer
A wrinkled skin that tells a lot about a tafsir
And a tiny pillow that will be always mine
telling me to come home and sing a mundane song.
I am oblivious to loose any more
I am neither grievance nor exaltation
I am a tribune that you are Sasha's brother
they check the headline every day
Do you have the funeral teardrops with you?
Mine one was empty as I got them all from you.
The one who knows Rita
The one who knows Glow in the dark
The one who knows Chapter Takathur
The one who knows Alan Kurdi
The one who knows I miss that I never coveted
The one who knows I came to the sky blue , light hearted silt head
Not to have you, but to have me, back!
Some sort of Dread Father
Must have made us
For the way we all seem
Born from chaos
Just as destruction
Predates creation
And stainless steel
Is predated by rust
Yes, mold grows on flesh
But flesh grows on bone
And is mold not
A decay of its own?
The intersection
Of both life and death
A life born from the dead
That it feeds on
Were we not spawned
From the end of the rest?
From the greatest collapse's
Dying breath
From dying stars
And stardust never born
Mourn the making
Of all us made to mourn
And arose whence Tagoreweb nature 154
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2026
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And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Doming o'er his stature
A sparkling splash twinkles
Captured in a moment
The Squirrel frozen still.
Free and home
Roams in green.
Guard is thrown
Groan from hose
Splashes shown.
Bewitching Beauty,
Whence hast come this unique skill--
Shooting darts at will--
Thy skill O to hit man’s heart
By sheer merit, not with dart!
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Translation (Tanka) | 28.08.2025 | beauty, heart, arrow
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Here the poet wonders from where has she learnt the skill to hit man’s heart, without ever releasing any arrow. Here is the transliteration:
Mugdhe dhanushkata keyam
Apurva tvayi drshyate |
Yaya vidhyasi chetamsi
Gunaih eva na sayakaih || 3 ||
.
i had thuh one
Such hern
she
Kiss'd mine lips
Pled uv me
oh did
she
Ink by thuh inch
Az hern frenetic mitt's
Digits
Stir’d
mine see’z think
mine imagine
vanish’d
unto whut
y'all
uv my
spill'd
read
tap
*yourn: 1350–1400; Middle English, equivalent to,
your + -n, as in mine 1
(i uv course)
')
Monalisa is smiling there, mounted on the wall,
eternally to be understood and felt along
I saw many digital mimicry,of this, many carbon copies,
but never the original subtlety of a song
That never meant to belittle you, the one who works in a subway
to earn with six inches,or even a footlong
I never knew if facebook portal could allow her to rank the smiley
of our sibling photoshoot, fading for so long.
Many years flew by, to revere the painting, but never the original lifeline, to let down the trickling warmth,
rolling down, winning the gravity of a sunday and unsung.
Did I ever tell you, the sunlit sun has a way to reflect upon
The pupils of the bright eyes, my morning chant, and often one muse, lifelong?
whence con clues on, about intellectual depth and wrong!
From Whence You Came
Lie straight, lie bent
It is all the but smooth
The fur upon your back,
As your tongue rolls over
All the same, all the same
The eye quivers in sight
Behold! There comes nothing
But a sad, sudden light
Come forth! Forward, you go
For I am all the same
All the same, all the same
Warmth brightly tickles
Every standing fur on your back
Haste not away, for the warmth
Is not easily driven away
For it is all the same, all the same
Spiral inward and out
Come away and come again
I love you–the warmth
The lightness of your purr
The excitement lit in dull corners
For I love you all the same, All the same
What can presence possibly write about,
except bliss that enlivens feeble form,
caress sublime, that erases all doubt,
engulfing heart in love’s magnetism warm?
Transcending fear, we plunge into the storm,
one with the universe, penning a verse,
of soul’s vibrance, with no need to rehearse.
.
'twuz 'hind an orchard
'long a bumpkin's
road
where'st she caught me
in her rain barrel
white yet
burnt
unto mine
red
yup
whilst mine jeanz
dry'n
on an old
mailbox
post
In regards to contemplating life
What do you yourself think you will see
Flash before your very own eyes
Supposedly if what they say is true
That what actually happens and you see
Just before you are about to die
Personally just for me
I hope and pray and trust
It certainly isn't or will be
The color of money
Or any of the faces or heads
That have ever appeared on them
As I cannot miss what I never had
Or placed no actual real true value in
Otherwise I might as well have
Never have been here
Or been alive in the
" 1st place "
As I have gained nothing of worth
Over my entire lifetime here
To take with me
Or memories to leave behind me
And therefore also should in real terms
Not nor never be
Missed
As after all what on earth did I or my life
In actuality really stand for
If all I actually loved and truly cared about was
Money
As money can't buy me love
The dragon
goddess sits upon
clouds of pure
white, watching
countless ponds of countless koi,
seeking the most rare
and wondrous
from the myriad
mass to be
transformed, freed
from gravity to become
dragons in the clouds.
Whence and Hence Dear Lord
David J Walker
The Father of Heaven knows best
I guess
Mother Mary hear our prayers
Are these the stars
Are we the heirs
Is this the dust from whence
We came
And hence we shall return
Dear Lord
I shall go hence
back whence I sprung
to shed, disgorge, eviscerate
all that I have ever known
all that I have ever learned
all that I am
all that is me, I be.
A full hard refresh
to be what I could be
untainted, smirched
unbiased, neutered.
Hence to whence
and thence I be,
freely
impotent.
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