Thursday, November 4, 2021

PILLOW (POEMS)



 



 


FINGERS
 
 
Your beautiful fingers
sometimes I think if life be
like an antique Banyan tree
and it's young hanging roots are
one,one day
you will be as an enchanted soil,
of the enchanted nature
if I could be that tree,
clinging to the ground
willing to live many more years,
so many years
with the owner
of sacred fingers
it dreamed.
 

 

   PILLOW
 
magical man height pillow is not mine,
but I am obsessed with it shamelessly,
adorable her pinked-skinned
charming body allures me,
nerd mind does not decipher her
invisible gluing words
if  I could take away the strangely beautiful pillow
of next planet, blowing magic grackle towards me

praying repeatedly and waiting until sleep

 
 
 
CONQUER
 
 Where to incredible conquer,
waiting for
a golden history there,
Where snooping terror
black dome of disbelief grew there
Loving the sugar-coated
the bitter weapon with dithyrambic
The seedlings of their garden sprout out
And the thorny fruit of them
showing the weird image of a ruined pile
No exemplary gratification
Not astounding history too
 
 
 
 
 
        HOME
 
        Coming to no happiness in chewing chewed,
        & no absolute peace,
        It’s nice to walk the path one made,
        new way rough and thorny would be
        darkest woodland,
        Just as there is suffering, with no fatigue less,
        There is also a lot of peace, full of happiness,

        there is no one with you floating in the rough sea
        You are cringing for fear of death, maybe,
        And there are pirates too with very jeopardy
        you might have come back home,
        The home means a tender heart of beloved for whom
        You have passed so many months and years,



 
        GAME

        How much will you break in illusion’s game and
        how much will you make up your mind?
        Start and end,
        End and begins,
        No fears,
        Go up a little,
        Once cutting the knot
        And go down for a short time,
        one still there with you,
        become shameless and fearless,
        Once you float in ether sea,
        You will not find any familiar face except him,
        You are not afraid,
        one eternal companion,
        Leaving all fear of backwardness





        STAR

         
        Looking for a star in a daydream
        Find the starry path by a few killing the time
        Let darkness fall on your vision,
        finding you, them
           




          BLESS AND LOVE

           
           We all pray to God once,
           God prays too, at the same time,
           Then we think of our well-being,
           God smiles and keeps calm,
           Sometimes we get restless,
           losing our confidence
           And occasionally say with wrath
          that there is no God,
          again smiling, and rise blessing hand
           He may be playing with children and flowers
           no one deciphers what happened!
           
           Praying and  worship, not be the same
           God realizes everything and just smiles,
           “Devotion is not a child’s game” falls from heaven
           If you can be like flowers and children,
           God bless you,
           While you LOVE an orphan,





           ANGEL

            
           An ordinary person might be an Angel,
           If he closes all the outer doors
           And reopen the inner blocked doors,
           We find the key to open the closed temple’s gate
           not looking where the place of right,
           
           And I will fall asleep in despair due to fate,
 
 
 

THE BOAT

 

By golden colored paper boats

Devine river

I will cross

So, I bought it

Warehouse.

 

 

INSATIABLE SOUL

 

scribed on the wind walls

some familiar alphabets

an oblivion names

charming surname

drifts farthest away

thru polluted breezes,

toxic saliva droplets

as an insatiable soul

stares and stares

those pale words,

even tearless dry stars

weeping as dews cool

but I am ungrateful.

 

 

 

BUBBLE

 

It's rain, bubbling

Your name scribbled

Only I trace

In the blink of an eye

I see my face

 

 

 

HAND

 

Behind mine

your massive plan works with honest shadow

but never knew

behind the sources of the shadow plan,

an invisible Handworks.

 

  

 

HOMO GHOST

homo-ghosts

not stay alone

In the ghost-realm

 

making grouping of ghosts

and stunning to hone

 

Holding ancestors, land

Inside and outside pets

Like cows and horses

everything stays

ghosts scared lone, light,

and mirror trap,

dark comes to you,

finding foe, alone.

 
          








 

2 comments:

  1. In your poetic tapestry, the various threads and skeins of life as well as the thoughts they give rise to and the emotions elicited, are finely fused together with the skill of an adept weaver. A pleasure to read and comment.

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  2. Thanks so much for the beautiful and honest reviews. No words to express my gratitude, Sadhana Rana. You resonated with this poem. I'm so happy.

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