Friday, September 9, 2016

Saga

The silent nostalgia is pride and prejudice combined to face silent obstruction in a want filled cluster carefully regimented in a open dilemma focusing on the aftermath bemusing shade filled euphoria striking balance between glorified bonanza all ready to fight the fight in this lawless land .
Plastered in white every sight is meant to embrace bigotry and peace greatly anxious for a new relief working it's way to treasures of sensitivity towards newest joy to mend ways in ushering consistently powers of change.
Heart felt saga cozily directs highest observations filling up blanks, caring little for loss regained at the final touch,
Solemnly fight the fight !

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Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Neta

Bangabondhu

Membranes



Friends from a long road of extremes
Today is a special evening
Seconds have been deployed to capture
Rare ceremony when the mind shall bow,

Eyes close my favorite child
Sing from the bottom of time
Where it all began,

Choose your journey from gates of innocence
Spring breeze that cooled life
Until songs of a nature’s plight
Plundered hearts through webs
Bleak light
No words or thoughts
Can capture brilliance
Intoxication
Fading light
Bright tomorrow
Ever living confusion
Between cellars of life
Final sip
True creativity begins.......

Able to face the wind
Also to think
Write
Choose to forget
Forced to know
Buy degrees
Wear a tie
Walk towards openings
Frontiers of eternal blessings
Truth that never forgives

Buying time and sleep
On shit,..

God came asked on day
I believed in one life I said
Yet it is an accident
Religion mere existence-

Proud to have this pen
Relief is a poem
Unlike shame,
Tired membranes complain
Cells hide from pain
Cry out loud

Unheard by the man...

Thursday, February 25, 2016

ireplace Blues  
She talks of broken love
He smells cheap perfume
Mother cries all night
They all drink Daddy’s blood....
Sister please tell when
Brother will u be there
Lord we shall feast,
There will be laughter
There will be wine
There will be answers,
Tongue will swallow
Anything in sight..
Burn pages in the city square
Sit out all day in the snow
Buy placards
Find someone..
The fireplace shall burn tonight;
I shall sacrifice my lover’s gift
For the wood that burns
The tree that is no more..
Fumes live in hollowed heavens
Deep inside mournful lungs

And the mind lies reckless
Searching for a perfect start
After the last finishing..
There is vision
There is reaction
There is joy
There is grief
There are songs,
There is just one voice.....

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