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Raja Rahman Poem
Footsteps in the Forest.
Marie, is that you?
No.
Neither death does come,
Nor Marie, do you.
Copyright © Raja Rahman | Year Posted 2016
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The sand under my feet
burning bright;
the sky, a black hole of Erebus;
not a soul, not a whisper,
a feast of jejune sight!
My eyes, a saga of sadistic affairs,
my lips, swollen like jellybeans;
flesh in my limbs red with fire,
I look and long for deathly scenes!
Burning twigs light the world,
while black smoke lovingly embraces-
in hatred;
I stay awake - a moving carcass,
Love, where are you? et tu dead!
Copyright © Raja Rahman | Year Posted 2016
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Raja Rahman Poem
Here a lonely night
And I can feel your gentle breath
sweet regret,
as you make an effort to a dream;
Here a lonely night
And soft sorrow on your cheeks
play their tricks,
as you fight to make a smile supreme;
Here a lonely night
As the moon sheds it's hue
just for you,
and tells you, you aren't alone;
Here a lonely night
As your tears dry up into sunshine
unlike mine,
and show you life again;
Here a lonely night
And lonely it will be always
as gloomy days,
steal the life flowing in my vein!
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Raja Rahman Poem
White gown on the floor,
careless and silken;
as if in a slumber and
caressed by the rain.
Wet footsteps cross the room
at a lazy stroll;
not a heed to listen back
to a distant call!
Drops of water on the window
spoil a reddish stain;
Lipstick planted on the glass
lipstick in the rain.
Dreamy eyes fill the sky
evening comes up close;
lost in sea of unknown thoughts
a woman, known as Rose!
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Raja Rahman Poem
Blood seeps from my Jasmine,
her white body slowly turns red;
the tender heart sliced in two,
her fragrance about to fade!
I stand before my shallow mirror,
my hand proud to hold the knife;
the knife that just split her heart,
robbing Jasmine of her life!
My shallow mirror laughs aloud,
mocking me with fright;
the poet in me cries in haste,
'The Light! Put out the Light! '
In darkness do I stand alone,
my Jasmine before me;
I beg the moon to hide itself,
the sight I fear to see!
My white Jasmine with her blood,
is now a reddish rose;
a scent of love surrounds me,
poetry, not prose!
In death she gives me back a love,
darkness fills my night;
In grief my poet, cries out now,
'The Light! Where's the Light! '
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Raja Rahman Poem
Wine in one hand,
Memories in the other;
Life was kind to me.
But oh, why did you have to come back!
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Raja Rahman Poem
Life,
here is a glass to you!
Love goes
I can't call her back;
Love comes
I can't call her inside.
Life,
Another glass to you!
Copyright © Raja Rahman | Year Posted 2016
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