THE SHADOW, THE LOVE (POETRY BOOK)

 

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THE SHADOW, THE LOVE: A collection of selected poems (Agony Book 2) Apr 25, 2020

by UJJAL HALDER

$3.00

 

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Hi hello, 

thanks for the selection of this title “Love: Love is not the name of death, Love is the meaning of life So all over again in search of the same Death is not the way to salvation Soul is born after real death Forgetting everything, blind…..”
With great pleasure, I humbly state that I have composed a lot of poems expressing and feeling the joy, love, and grief in life in this beautiful world in Bengali, which I hope touches the heart. Those have been published through various publishers/editors of Bengali Magazines. Reckoning with my non-Bengali avid readers of the world, I desire to bring out my second volume of the Agony series named “THE SHADOW, THE LOVE” through the Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing Team. I hope this collection will be appreciated by the interested readers also. I am thankful to the ibid publishing team for their best effort and co-operation.
Ujjal Halder

(Author)

Shadow: Mind looking for the wrong address on the wrong way Walking the colorless path under the colored light At the end of the losing path
Find myself today to the tune of a lost flute I write new lyric to lose myself in it My death will fill Aquarius only in Your simple life,

 

Shadow: I used to play with flowers Now the pale flower plays with me I used to play with the color dark red and black Now blackish blood can call me and play
I used to draw typical viruses in
a very practical way,
Now the Covid-19 can
call me to play
My all paths are closed,
door remains closed
So I fatigue,
let’s go to bed for deep sleep,
calm and quiet.

Love: I just wanted your name
And you give the full address
I wanted a day for you
A beautiful life if you replace it
There is nothing
to give you today
Just without such a ruined mind.
The dress of memory
was involved in this
Sometimes I wipe and decorate it
Once someone looks back again,

Shadow: I had a special seed
for your cherished earth since dawn,
That seed is mature in the evening
and just waiting for your garden
You are eagerly prey for that but
I can’t be able to do the plantation
Because our deep faith is gone out so far and never come back again. .....
When the black night is over,
The new sun will rise again,
My eyes will not be open to watching the beauty of the sunny day, Its too hard to say, goodbye friend,
I didn’t want to say but
I still have to say, “Let’s meet again, friend,
maybe on the way of this blue earth or the new one grey planet.”

 

Shadow: Her blue stories make me pale and cry,
Those stories teach me something more now,
Once I was her private tutor for all subjects
That girl next door to me
tears the wire of violin-hearts
In her childhood,
I saw her nudity as my child, ‘Peaart’
But today, her nakedness keeps me awake all night,
When I see her nudity in sea-beach into the late-night game
I can’t believe my eyes,
I can’t imagine with blue bubblegum…

Shadow: I can’t keep in mind the last time worshiped you,
in that dark holy place mother’s womb,
Eyes are closed and calm,
the free mind was under your feet,
I was drowning in your thoughts
Oh! Lord, why did you let me wake me up?
From one mother’s womb to native mother’s lap Jumping by you, and so far, where the lurking is going on, illusion, Now my soul begs to immerse in your worship, Lord, With that holy mind mere one legacy more Just before I disappear from here,