THE CROWN OF DARKNESS

 

NEW RELEASE #POETRY BOOK

KINDLED ROOTS #poetry

Apr5

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From Amazon: Many trees in this antique world are like orphans but their earth and roots are very strong.
Some trees are subjected to inhuman torture, by wild animals/people, all of them good but fate is not supported. The stems were half-burnt in the fire but they are still alive in the kindle roots. A collage of fun, agony, love, quirkiness, and emotions that bond together in one dreamland.

A RUINED HEART

On the ruined mind wall
Some orchids
Some wilted leaves
Some incomplete bird nests
And cobwebs
The poor frescoes gasp softly
abused of hues of dreams,
willing not to dress up,
makeup
as before.
Once has written
a neighbor
with charcoal onto it,
her faded history.

LXXX

Alighting, a whore moon,
to my hazel yellow garden,

Her ember eyes sparkle
as a wounded tigress,

downpouring
pale sharp meteors
as children

acidic rain
comes down in force
to absorb
salty sweats
of blue earth.

Reviews:1. "This book is full of beautiful poems written in a rhymic manner of awe and wonder. Five stars. Note: Roman Numeraling is off but doesn’t detract from each poem."

2. "WONDERFUL COLLECTION!" "A rich and unique assortment of beautifully crafted poems!"

SPIRITUAL ESSAY (PART-II)

SPIRITUAL ESSAY (PART-II)

 

What’s the basic reason for sin?

 

Sin rises while an innocent living being slaying or torturing hardly on its in immature time forcefully and illegally, this time its soul vibrates an invisible wave drift and towards slayer or torturer.

Here illegal means dishonestly and acts with very cruelty.

Don't cry on the day as well as the time of death because his soul streamy suffers, life means only suffering, then you want to suffer more when you say goodbye, this time should be calm, keeping in mind free and silent.

Here I wish to discuss gender determination on the eve of the chromosome, zygote zoological parts, etc., etc. In general, cases present gender will be got same likewise for the next birth, others but the exceptional case also be happened rarely.

we get this birth as a human because many years we pray and sacrifices for this as molecule power on the orbit but if we touch the aim ribbon, then we forget past memoir last agony full births.

 We are so greedy for enjoyment and thirsty for many desires. Cruelty, selfishness, revengers, and evilness activists births day by day gradually in our mind-field accordingly.

while crossing the holy ocean during transformation or departure time

you are bound to pay something priceless gift and devote to God,

that's not never exchangeable which you earned from this special lifetime.

This time, you will be empty like birthtime nude and empty hands,

your purpose was to earn/gather these celestial misty gifts for the ultimate soul but you entangled in delusion, an illusion of earth-form,

Who is the devil?

Who’s guilty?

Do you know who are you? Except for ripe and fully saturated sage,

generally, replies come

I am etc, etc. but it's not a correct answer because plants and beasts have no names, no address so you are also a living being of this planet earth. How is it possible? Life is just a sojourn nothing else. If you wish to identify your details you can get but the route is very tough and deepest.

Where there is no happiness, no calm, no pity, we surrendered for that locality, area, etc. Strange, yes, we are looking for pride, money, and self-respect for time being. But we have no time for absolute happiness. We are educated and knowledgeable, wise all are ok, but are we not dependent on any type of boss! We were wishing it, so got this type of work as your choice.

 

ONE STORY OF SPECIAL PEBBLE:

 

Thousands of stone pebbles were on the village roadside, one of them white and almost round planet shape, and there was a bush of unknown wildflower plants. It was a unique nature love of God. The saffron dust occasionally covered peripherally the special stone pebble, the plant used to worship automatically, while the breeze was blowing and rain or dews down-poured onto it. Both were very happily past their time.

At the end of that road there was a famous temple, the priest of that temple used to travel thru the way daily, but one day while he walked on foot by the road, suddenly he had discovered the luminous wildflowers and collected the flower. Afterward, he worshipped God with these flowers. At night he got a beautiful dream with the heavenly message that the flower was very worthy for that God. He exclaimed and felt shivering in his body as well as mind. Afterward, he used to special care for the plant. The plant and the stone pebble were very happy there.

 

After one month, a crazy man passed through that way and suddenly he looked at the glossy stone under the bush, he picked it up and thrown out that next side and went away.

 

The priest did not know the matter, next day when he stopped at that place for collecting special flower, but in vain, there was no more flower on the plant. Strangely, he murmured, what happened? It was not expected. Trees could not reveal the story, never talk to the man but it behaved as revenged silently what have wrongs with it. The puzzled priest had completed the temple work without that flower, at evening he returned along that way and searched both sides of the road. It’s had been hinted at his mind for about one stone pebble missing from the base of those bush.

 

He prayed for God very deep and sacredly, afterwards, he saw the flint light from down of the road and went to that point.

 

He had got, at last, the holy pebble.

 

 

 

49, DREAM AVENUE :(JUVENILE FICTION)

 

49,Dream Avenue: Story Book Apr 13, 2021

by UJJAL HALDER

$2.10

 

ITRODUCTION

 

Hi, thanks with love for selection of this special bed time Story book.Usually the title of a book,”49, Dream Avenue” indicates what kind of book it is, well. Let’s enter into a marvelous world through a new door of sleep as well as dreams.According to my deep faith, the outstanding success of the first one is to be self motivated for writing this volume. Written especially for would be mature children, beside that I hope it is attract to enthusiastic readers of all ages also. And seems it may be able to break the monotony of school/college curriculum books. Essences of stories along with the spiritual writings are delivered which will be helpful to accumulate a clear concept of life. Either good or bad opinions about this title from your side are always welcome.Lastly, I would like to say with confidence that the demand for printed good books has not diminished even in this digital age.It has no adverse reactions and good habits to get acquainted with books from home and abroad. 

Ujjal Halder(Author)

 

...... it was dawn.Sarlos was sitting in my back seat, but later I saw no one, I was so surprised, “But where did he go?” We were both returning home together. I got the bad news in the morning that Sarlos had committed suicide that mid night. I felt more socked and fatigued.I was even more surprised when seeing the chocolate in Annie's hand, And it clearly says, "Made in Neptune." /WHEN AN ALIEN AS AN ACTOR/

 

........Mohan always said to his friends,” Life is nothing but a flying bird today is here or tomorrow is there. One day we will all fly with invisible wings towards the God.”Yes, it is a universal truth as per our Holy book./REAL FAIRY/

 

.......After three months passed, one Anglo-Brazilian business man, Big Paulo Johann met king and talking about the business. The king allowed him to do business in their judicial area according to the laid down rule and regulations in vogue.After one year completed lot of relatives came from his city, Sao-Paulo, Brazil when his business was going very well. That man became one of the topmost business level achievers within one year. One day on the occasion of 20th birthday ceremony of his beautiful daughter, Marcia.He invited the king to a banquet for a special guest.The king was felt very bored for his lonely life, just at that time he saw the merchant's daughter, Marcia. She was very intelligent and beautiful like a white lotus. The King’s heart started to melt after seen her sharpness of attractive figure. Honey girl said with smile and handshakes with the King, ”Hi, Sir, by the way, how enjoy the party are you?” “Let’s dance dudes.”/WHITE LOTUS/

 

....watch it with sharpest bird eye.Whenever you was for me,Whenever I was for you,Whenever we will live together in our skeleton through the graveyard,Then we will play in very deep, blowing a flute with our loving breathes. /HEY,NOCTURNAL-GIRL/

 

.... to what they said, your hair will stand on end.“The girl named Kaira Nazmin wants to be taken away with forcefully by her father-in-law's family members but she did not want to go. So there was a little fight and quarrel happened. "“Why so late at night?”“This is how it is here, sir.”“All right, you may go now.”When I got home, I called the owner of the house and sat down. "Now you tell me everything in details, I want to know."He asked me, "Knowing what to do, the administration here can't do anything,....."I nodded, "That's right." What can I do to become an ordinary schoolmaster? "I realized that a class ten student named Miss Kaira Nazmin used not to come to school regularly./AGONY OF VALLEY/

 

..“If respect and love are true, then evil forces cannot destroy them.”Shila have had a bad habit of going to bed every ...

 

 

  

50 LOVE POEMS (BOOK)

 

50 LOVE POEMS: A collection of selected love poems (Love-Tree Book 1) Apr 29, 2020

by UJJAL HALDER, Ujjal Halder

$3.00

 

INTRODUCTION

Firstly thanks for selection of this book.

“No Love No Life”, this is the true fact that love is everywhere and every moment since ancient ages. But I think, love has no proper rules, no boundary lines, love are just power of soul and it flows from heart to heart of this universe. Not only love is oxygen for the human being but it also feelings of divine power that’s connect to the spiritual power of Almighty.

Now this book contains selected 50 (including own previous publications) numbers of lovely poems for the superior hearted couple. However, real love never is expired just fades away.

A special message of the love-poem related that love floats everywhere as well as every line and every word also. Just observe it in fresh mind. At when you will read this book, you must feel that you are staying under the Love-Tree which has bearing heart shaped greenish leaves and pinked flowers along with a calm and cool shadow. I hope this collection will be loved by the interested readers.

I am thankful to KDP team for their best effort and co-operation.

Ujjal Halder
(Author)

 
Love is mixed in the green leaves of the tree

Love is mixed in the winter soft blanket

Love is mixed with the fragrance of Roses

Love is mixed with the melody of the Cuckoo

Love is mixed in the rain umbrella

Love is mixed in the languages of the deer’s eyes

And love is mixed in our running blood

Find out a real friend before it’s too late 

 

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

 

INTODUCTION 

 

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, 

 

 

CELESTIAL SPOTLIGHT (POEMS)

  

 

CELESTIAL SPOTLIGHT

 

non-shaping  brittle mind ore

and

the no-form world would be soar,

after chiseled eternal granite-rocky bases,

walls of desires

the core of soul buried under

the celestial spotlight

scribbled

and can decipher it.

 

 

CARRIER

 

My mortal residue

carrier

I, myself,

towards into

the black hole

 

 

PAGES

 

Like the sun

the shadow also sets,

but

without horizon,

 

if you like to write,

you can use

pages of both hearts

 

 

LEAVES

 

Not a bit of

Juicy fertile soil

in mind earth

planting the seeds,

that will be formed as

X-mass tree leaves

 

 

ONE HEART OF BOTH SOULS

 

Two drops of love dews

wishing to pray,

Sweaty nude finger touches

Not abyss affection

Before understanding this

Toxic, foul-smelling had

filled with septic breathes,

 

My vivid house

That stays in the house,

One heart of two souls.

 

 

TIME

 

Vast time,

I've been out of time,

So, I failed to decipher

the existence of time,

Ever noble gaseous,

Ever inwardness aquatic,

ever mingle of both statuses,

huge, transformation

and conversion atom to atom

In these insignificant cells' life

Oh, Lord, in the vast universe

How do I perceive?

Your grandiose time

My humble life

Your infinite time

My ever destination.

 

 

SHAKESPEARE

 

Your flint wit

coat of feelings

still preserved,

like the pearled brain of a serpent,

strongest soluble words

those waves are nowhere

to be found

bulking of sand and

sandstorm,

stupid greyed shadows

as the feeble cloud

flies away farthest

in the legend sky of time.

 

 

AN ART

 

Never as pale cirrus cloud

and an ephemeral painting of twilight too,

be floating indigo sky,

become a dreamy rainy cloud flock,

onto it, white herons depict

as a celestial art,

desirable,

peace

always

waits to wet.

 

 

POSITION

unfurl sky

moving stars' ash

measures your

angular distance

shading

on geometric existence

 

 

THE PATH OF HELL

 

dancing with vulture ghost,

spooky broken

graveyard wall

whispers queerly and shimmering

eerie fireflies' beam intermittently.

lonely lore,

rises afar ode from the snowy village,

as a plume of meteor ash.

my shivering shadows

unfurl curve of uneven

hell path

and pulls me downwards

into monster dark

 

 

CHARACTER

 

love never be blind,

could renew your blindness,

 

 

OBSTACLES

 

obstacles are not any bump

unless you wear makeup

slush is not a rude grime

unless you think so

the chain of luxury demising,

the saffron sun will rise,

at the end of defaming,

if you stay awake

at keen aim