My Dear A Heart
MY DEAR A HEART
My Dear A Heart
(Collected Poems)
By
Menonim Menonimus
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CONTENTS
When Your Eye-brow
Christmas
My Lines
When
Against Myself
A Portrait
Stanzas
A Vagabond
To Welcome the Eternity
He Will Come
I Wish to Live
Dialogues-I
I’m Known to All
The Sun-bathed Corn Field
I’m Proud of
For You
Love
My Heart
Mystery
Politics
For My Motherland
What
Volcano
A Symbol of Joy and Pain
Of My Own
A Poet’s Epitaph
Standing on the Open Field
My Eyes Are on Yours
I’m Captivated
Bitterness
Your Laugh
Marina
In Such a Sweet Night
What Will I Send to You
Talk
The Peepal Tree
Wishes
Without You
You
For An Oasis
Talk to Me Nothing
What Will We Talk About
Talk
Pain
When I am Alone
For Ever a Lover
For Want of Love
My Tears
The Dove Cooed
Excuse Me
The Credit Goes to You
You
Lonely Night
Braid of Your Hair
Like the Western Wind
Like Your Love
Oh! My Beloved
For the Whole Yester-night
Emptiness
Had You Known
Symbol
Thorn
I Will Get Immortality
To My Weary Eyes
I’m Dead
The Wind of Spring
In Peace
I’m Moribund
How are You
Mad of
I’m Too Tired of
Bid Me Farewell
O, My Mother
In Such a Winter
In the Funeral Obsequies
Every Moment
I Can’t Take a Bath
Merina Again
The Boy
She Was
The Summer Sky
In My Wallet
Monk
Come Out
Since That Day
My Moon-night
The Bloody Earth
My Tears
How It Burns
Too Much Intimacy
Farewell
The Forbidden Fruit
Poetry
Why Do You Ask Me
To My Darling
Yester-night
Token of Love
Journey For Love
Where is He
I Don’t Believe
A Pair of Dove
In the Full Moon Night
O My Dearest One
You Have Given Me
I Have
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MY DEAR A HEART
(TEXT)
When Your Eye-brow
When your eye-brow
Gazes at me
I remind my days of childhood
And meditate on the love of ensuing future
When the sparkling nocturnal sky
Sends down her pretty stars
I lose myself within my soul
With the renewed hope of life.
Otherwise, I would have died in the long past. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Christmas
Once again
The two souls
Knitted together in a heart are separated.
Through the amusement of Christmas
Once again the brick wall
Breaks down
Once again we are dead. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
My Lines
The about-to-coming days
One by one are going back
Throwing the Curfew Act
Through the noise of the marching revolt.
About to reawakening furrows
The new light of hope
Sets down on the horizon.
And about to germinating faces
Are forever humiliated. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
When
When the stars fall down
When the lotus spreads its petals
Either to sigh or to laugh
I investigate the campaign of poetry.
When the decrepit river
Changes its gliding path
To the wave of life
Spring comes down to the lap of my mother.
When the skeleton of the democratic child
Whine gaping their mouth upward
For a drop of either milk or water
Then all the black dark of the sky
Falls down to my heart. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Against Myself
My creation and devastation
Take shape in the interior of my world
The love songs of my gone days and nights
Are compiled by the author of my soul
And then I die within myself
And again I take birth out of my death
It is our daily discipline inherited from our forefathers. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
A Portrait
On my worn-out wall
Hangs a portrait of a youth
Who painted it- I don’t know
I don’t know whose portrait it is
I know he was a youth like me
His hair is red like blood
In his hand is a flag of green colour
Sometimes in the deep darkness trembles his face
As if he will speak
When I’m lonely
I feel his language in my heart
His soul is snatched away.
Yet I hear him sing the song of our redemption. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Stanzas
The splendour of the rising sun
Before picking up the dump noon
Comes down through the irony stair of the airy route
Then I feel that I’m not dead!
And then to nurse myself I search out
For handful manure.
And then I proceed on
By the bank of the Luit in search of bricks
To build a temple of Love.
Exploring the source of hope my mates come out
Carrying the twigs of green trees. 0 0 0
Note: Luit is a great river that flows from east to west through Assam (India) and Bangladesh. It is also called Brahmaputra, Padya, Mahabahu etc.
My Dear A Heart
A Vagabond
He came off a shower of rain
An ivory stick was in his hand to stand with
His hair is grey
His face is wrinkled
His eyes are green and bulging
His beard is white
I asked him:
What is your name?
What is your Nationality?
What is your whereabouts?
He whispered to my ears:
I’m an aborigine of the earth
Now a vagabond. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
To Welcome the Eternity
Don’t hide yourself under the hill
Today an earthquake would take birth
Fire! Fire! Fire!
Conflagration
Think of it-
And make yourself ready to welcome Eternity. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
He Will Come
He will come
Like a gust of storm,
Like a hilly spring
Being a spirit
We are waiting to welcome him.
After his arrival, the earth would be pregnant
We have to wait only till tomorrow
Be hurry, oh! Mother,
We are in need of some storm-like brothers. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I Wish to Live
Under the green sky
Beside the blue hill
The lotus, jasmine, marigold and daisy bloom
They bloom with mouthful smile
Upon whom the morning dew
Drips down golden dye
And adorn them with the glory of Heaven
I wish to live long amidst them
Till the doomsday. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Dialogues-I
Reverend Socrates,
The First Martyr of Philosophy
With due honour
I have a question:
Why have you taken birth?
Dear Disciple,
Listen to me:
I’m born that you can learn to ask a question.
Dear Sir,
The true Master of Logic
With due honour
I have another question:
Why must I learn to ask a question?
Dear Disciple:
Turn to Light and listen to:
You must learn to ask a question to know-
What you are.
Dear Sir, excuse me
I have a question more:
What am I?
Dear disciple,
Open your eyes and see-
You are the feeblest creation of God. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I’m Known to All
I’m known to all
Who are war- beaten
But not known to myself.
I am a source of hope
For those who are exploited
But I’m hopeless.
I am the sun
For the dead
But I’m in the dark. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
The Sun-bathed Corn Field
The sun-bathed cornfield
Swept over by the western wind
Swept over its petals, buds and yellowness
And made dappled with juicy food. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I’m Proud of
I’m proud of the snow-filled Himalaya
With its crags and rocks
With its fountain, spring and stream
That fertilize our bosom.
I’m proud of my land
With its salty sea-
Its fishes, waves and torrents.
I’m proud of the dense forest
With birds and animals
With one-horned rhinos
Dappled and tan-faced deers.
I’m proud of the Indus, Ganges, Cauvery,
And of the mighty Brahmaputra
Whose muddy water inundates our barren field.
I’m proud of the green valley
With its paddy and wheat, jut and nut
But more I’m proud of my mother’s lap
Full of affection, comfort and love. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
For You
I’m sent down for you.
You are here and there
Please take me up to thee
I’m far away from myself. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Love
Love is my rose
Recently bloomed.
Love is my ink
Just dropped down.
Love is my stars
That twinkle in my dark heart.
Love is my sighs and tears
That keeps me living. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
My Heart
My heart is like a myrtle tree
Surrounded by green woods
On it hangs a burning portrait
Engraved by red blood
Always shedding tears. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Mystery
We are dancing a dance
For our whole life
In accordance with whose tones
We don’t know.
We are singing
A song
For our whole life
But whose song we don’t know.
We are drums being kept beaten
But by whom we don’t know.
We are being played as flutes
But we don’t know who plays on us. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Politics
It is politics
That makes us learn tricks
The tricks to-
Deceive us,
Cheat us,
Fraud us.
Politics – a devil, a monster
That induces us to-
Suck ourselves our blood. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
For My Motherland
I love you
My motherland-
The land of Mahatma, the land of Nehru,
The land of Tilak, the land of Naidu
In the veins and cells of my blood
In the fibre of my bulk
Is the dream of your fair face.
I love you, my motherland-
The land of Azad, the land of Pal,
The land of Roy, the land of Bhagat.
I love is your every atom-
Its sands and mud
My love is to your golden paddy field
My love is to your high and low hills
With teak, cinnamon, oak and cedar.
My love is to your-
Ganges, Yamuna and Brahmaputra.
For you my dear land
I can shed my red blood to the last drop.
I can sing songs-
The song of harmony
The song of brotherhood
The song of freedom tinged with the golden rays of the sun
I can sacrifice my breast, my throat, my stamina
And for you, I can die with a smiling face. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
What
What is sorrow?
It is our lack of endeavour.
What is pleasure?
It is our enjoyment.
What is pain?
It is our foolishness.
What is love?
It is our feeling.
What is wisdom?
It is our conscience.
What is fear?
It is our weakness.
What is bravery?
It is our self-belief.
What are tears?
It is our heart’s purification.
What is God?
It is our title.
What is death?
It is our question.
What is life?
It is a mystery. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Volcano
Only some days ago
Here just here
I put my belly
Beside this slept volcano
Now my belly has turned itself into a flaming fire. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
A Symbol of Joy and Pain
In my close-fisted hand
Is a bunch of flowers
Black, white, red and lily coloured.
The gust of wind is at my back
Sorrow-stricken, pain-stricken, solitude-stricken.
I’m surprised-
The bunch of flowers has turned into a cup of honey.
Again I took up a flower
Of crimson colour
I’m surprised-
It turned into a venomous snake. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Of My Own
The secret soul of my heart
Is put silently
In your heart
Beyond my consciousness.
I wield the plow of the furrow
With green dreams.
Bunch of skeletons come out of my digging up the ground
Which was beyond my reach.
All the joys of mine are yours
And all the sorrows are my own. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
A Poet’s Epitaph
After my death
Beside my pyre
Utter these words:
Here this poor poet lost his hours
Running after the little moments.
And write on my Epitaph:
Nobody else should come searching after those moments
All those lost poor moments are absolutely mine. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Standing on the Open Field
Standing on the open field
You would call me up aloud
Aloud we would call up you all
The free wind thwarted our voice
Taking a sharp sword in its hand
We did not know –
Where was to turn: whether to the hilly gorge
Treading the faithless foots
Or whether we should follow
The royal road smeared with red blood. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
My Eyes Are on Yours
Today my eyes are on your eyes,
My mother
Through your wrinkled two cheeks
Glides down the golden light
In the chasmless darkness of your heart
Glitters my inner man.
Galloping over the darkness passes away the horse of light
And through my heart the whizzing sound
Of some newly hatched words burst out like fire. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I’m Captivated
Your gracious appeal has captivated my feelings
And revolve round your sparkling beauty
As the earth revolves round the sun
Or as the sun does round the galaxy.
What is the difference between the charm Venus and your beauty?
Venus is but a poor imitation
After your black spot.
Hence the door of my heart is kept open
Enter into and keep living forever and ever
I am your thrall to guard you
Till you get eternity.
I will feed you with all my heart’s embrace
I am here to adore your grace. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Bitterness
Had you known to
The bitterness of keeping away from the sun
Thou would have been cold
And died without leaving an existence. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Your Laugh
Your laugh
A lion
A bulldog
A storm
A fathomless abyss
A Saturn
An assassinator
A cup of poison
A winter night
A prison cell
A lonely travelling
A death.
Your laugh
A living tomb. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Marina
Marina
Your nights are days
My days are nights.
Your tears are smiles
My smiles are tears.
Your sorrows are joys
My joys are sorrows.
Your death is life
My life is death.
Your hell is heaven
My heaven is my hell
Your ugliness is your beauty
My beauty is my ugliness.
But who knows
You are lonely in your world
As I am in my narrow cell. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
In Such a Sweet Night
On such a sweet night like this one
What could a poet do?
Maybe he would smile at the Moon
Hidden behind the clouds of winter
And dream of how he can wake up! 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
What Will I Send to You
What will I send to you, my Beloved?
Still today I am away from you
As you are from me
Like that of the twinkling stars of the sky
Or as the wild meadows of the African plain
Are far away from me.
You have been glittering as a brighter star
I am being trodden as a fistful green under the foot. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Talk
That day-
The previous Friday
You came.
The time was early morning
You and I
Like two tired strangers
Talked to each other
With the words devoid of alphabet
The talk that was never told before us.
The spring came unto my breast
As there were you
You are still there
Hence spring comes to me again and again
As winter follows autumn. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
The Peepal Tree
The Peepal tree
That we had seen
Along the street
Have you recalled of them?
Today as the dewdrops have dropped down
So your warm breast has made me
Tremble on my lonely couch. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Wishes
My well-wishes
Though it is late
I hoped to send them to you
As the rose spreads fragrance
With the advent of spring.
But alas! I have no means to accost you. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Without You
What have you been thinking?
Just at this moment, on such a hot night.
My eyes have become inundated
With the flood of tears.
Say, such a lonely ecstasy
How can I bear? 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
For You
For you
How many nights
Would I make the sky weep
Setting fire with the fuel of my heart?
Again we’ve faced each other
On the brink of midway
Of our journey to eternity
Placing our hearts upon each other.
We, both can sing a song
With the words of silence
As a devotee does to the Lord in a solitary cave
But alas! I don’t know-
Whether you hear or not. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
For An Oasis
I’ve been making a breast-full belief
Amid the hot sands of the desert
In this skin-cutting winter
Searching after an oasis. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Talk to Me Nothing
Talk to me nothing
Never talk to me anything
With the language of your feeling
Everything you talk, as long as remains untold,
Makes an echo in my breast. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
What Will We Talk About
What will we talk about?
Since what was to talk
Have been forgotten already
As a long span of separation sweeps away the passion.
Now if needs let us pick up
From the plain fields of memory
That had been our own long ago. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Talk-II
I can’t deny-
I am washed off with the milk of stigma
Never ask me more-
Of my love to you
I am so weak to make a sin again
With the promise of getting your feigned kissing. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Pain
I’ve given my heart to none
But it does not mean that
I’ve not a heart to feel
As the river thinks of the sea
Remaining lonely amid the vast green. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
When I am Alone
When I am alone
I am with you
All the stars of the far-off sky
Twinkle in my heart
None sees
There lies my pain. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Forever a Lover
My words may not get the reorganized
Bearing the purport of poetry
Or my lines may not get echoed in your heart
But it does not mean that
I have not sense of amour in my little heart.
I am forever a lover. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
For Want of Love
Why is so long to-night?
Oh! I’ve come to sense
Though late
It is for your absence from my bosom. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
My Tears
My tears are like the dews of your life
They melt away in the very cold night also
Like the meteors, they burn
But never come to ashes. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
The Dove Cooed
The dove had been cooing all night
I did not know till that day-
What did it mean for?
But now it is too late to appreciate. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Excuse Me
That whistling
I listened to that night
Through the hole of the bamboo wall
But the talk is that
I have forgotten to make an echo in my heart. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
The Credit Goes to You
I’ve nothing to convey to you:
What is called Love?
The credit
For all that I’ve learnt
Goes to you. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
You
Who is there as happy as a king?
As beautiful as the butterfly?
Shut up your eyes and think
Let me know what you see. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Lonely Night
As long as you had not been with me
The far-off stars wept
Squatting along the bank of darkness
All night. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Braid of Your Hair
As the waves of a river in summer
Get up and down
So is the braid of your hair
Dances with the air of my desire
That makes me forget my entity
And enkindles my fire. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Like the Western Wind
Like the western wind
What have you kept hidden
In the pores of your hair?
You may show me or not
I would neither ask you
Nor would I peep through. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Like Your Love
Like your love that day
Would you continue loving me all your life?
I would embrace you
With all the sorrows and pain
I think love is not love
That seeks only comforts. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Oh! My Beloved
Now the night is drawing near
With the thickness of snow
With the fear of a pyre
How long would you remain away
Bing sullen?
Oh! My beloved. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
For the Whole Yester-night
For the whole yesternight
The western wind was blowing with a gust
Yet it could not shake the fringe of my hair
As the least reminiscence of yours does
And breaks away the building of my inner heart. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Emptiness
A shower of white cloud
Has crossed over the golden bridge of the sky
The heart queen has fled away in a golden van
Leaving behind her desolate earth. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Had You Known
Had you known
How tiresome a night is
For me without you!
Had you known how much tears
The eyes can shed night by night! 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Symbol
My horse has begun to gallop
To overtake you
In such a desert.
The lotus has begun to melt
Without spreading its flavour. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Thorn
What does a song know?
What does it convey?
He knows better
Who is bled with the wound of thorns
While inhaling the smell. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I Will Get Immortality
I was, I am, I will be
Being yours
If you are mine
I will get immortality. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
To My Weary Eyes
O, my eyes
And how much would you flow down
Being tired?
Come on, let us
Pick up the thorns. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I’m Dead
You are my moon
The tone of my hymns
The cadence of my lyrics
The cradle of my desire
The colours of my amour
The beacon of my light.
You are my soul
Look at here
I am dead! 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
The Wind of Spring
The wind of spring
Is but the fragrance of our sport
Fallen scattered
Because of our drunkenness. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
In Peace
A breast-full hope
Has been nourished
With the light of your eyes
With the smell of your sweat
With the air of your respiration
Now, let me die! 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I’m Moribund
Again I’ve reminded of-
How worth looking your hair braid was
Again I’ve reminded of-
How worth smelling the scent of your eye dye was
When all those come to my mind
I become moribund with a mystic joy. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
How are You
How are you?
Here I am not sitting idle
Peep through the chasm of the hills
I am composing the verses of your forehead. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Mad of
The entire world
With all its being is in deep sleep
See-
I am-
This poor poet has been keeping awake
Being mad of your past memory. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I’m Too Tired of
I know- how a piece of Japanese Haiku smells
I know- how a China verse revolts
I know- how Chilean poet sighs
I know- how an Israeli hews the head of a Palestinee
I know how- humanity is suffocated in the capitals of Africa
I know how- a rose bites a fly
But oh! My sweet-heart,
I am too tired of your tricks
To know the meaning of your smile. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Bid Me Farewell
Bid me farewell
My dear one
How much would you
Beguile me
With your venomous smile? 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
O, My Mother
How charming is your love
I am blind of both eyes
Since I am born
O, my mother
Let me remain as I am
All my life. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
In Such a Winter
The spring flower is with me
Yet the world stinks
It is mid-day
Yet darkness heaps upon the darkness
The water is getting snow
Yet it is too hot here
In such a winter. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
In the Funeral Obsequies
At the funeral obsequies
They invited all
Wishing a long life of my soul-
All the invitees came
There came my friends,
There came my maids,
They came who loved me
They also came who did not love me
Among the people who were present
There were some who never knew me
There were some who did not hear my name
Except only one
For whom
They arranged my funeral. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Every Moment
One by one
The wind becomes unacquainted
And minute by minute
I become isolated.
In every minute
The Rainbow changes its colours
Only it is I
Who remains unchanged.
Every day the grasses are growing
It is only I
That is getting withered moment by moment.
In every minute
The river is lulling the fishes
It is only I
That is lying dead. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I Can’t Take a Bath
I can’t take a bath in the river of blood
If need I will remain dirty
As the fragrance of your love
Kept me blind
Throughout the spring.
It is the green synthesis of my soul
Torn by the poking of thorns.
It is a handful of food for the hungry soul
To keep on living ahead.
Please don’t call me unto you
I wish to live more
As I wish to enjoy the yellowish hue of the sunset. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Merina Again
How are you Merina?
Have you still
A basketful hope
To build a breast-full dream?
With the hope of yours
There bloomed flowers in my breast
Don’t you know?
But now all is history.
I have been swinging in that cradle.
Do you not know?
Still today I keep awake
I talk with you all night
The talk that has not been talked about by anyone till date.
We talk about the days of spring
About the days of autumn
About the dropping down night jasmine.
In this spring
There blooms the rosy gardenia in my garden
To adorn your hair braid. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
The Boy
Today in the broad daylight
The soul of the boy has been sent far away
Who had sung the song?
In his song, there was a tone of redemption.
I have not got the chance of peeping
Through the pores of his tone.
But I know well :
One day his image embarrassed my rhymes.
And another day
His cadence added new strength to my verses
Now his throat is suffocated in the mid daylight.
The people who strangled him to death say:
He made an attack on them who like to raid the rays of light.
For that crime, he is rewarded with death
I can’t say- whether it has been done good or bad to him
Because one of my souls has already gone to the other world
Being made me suffer alone. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
She Was
Her life was like the life of a canotis fish
That dies of its own fragrance
Her mystery was like that of Violina
The goddess of light
Everybody who went to her got depressed
Because of her utter indifference to his presence. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
The Summer Sky
The sky of summer-
It is cloud here
It is raining there
And then a transparent blue sky.
It seems as fickle as your love.
I am unable to appreciate
What does the change mean?
Is it the inner instinct or madness of its vastness?
To the road leading to the temple
There is not a shower of rain
We have to walk ahead in the sun
We pray to God:
Let us keep living till the coming of the next spring
It would be the first spring of our mutual love
After waiting through many a summer. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
In My Wallet
In my wallet
There is nothing
Except some gleaned alms
The alms is the only spare goods
Gathered throughout all my days.
If you need you can forfeit it
But please don’t seize off my wallet
Let me gather again the food for your living. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Monk
What is there to be more intoxicated with
Than the evergreen juice of your love?
Truly I am the monk of your love
There is my entity
I am there wherever your fragrance is
I catch the image of your love in every respiration
At day or at night. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Come Out
Come out
Stand up in the open field
And invoke:
Come out and keep your hands upon hands.
I from here am coming out
I, with all my tone,
Invoking all to walk ahead
To the valley of death
To keep our freedom living.
Let us revolt against
Who mock at us being corpulent drinking our blood
We are ready for death.
Let us die for life. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Since That Day
Since then I have been feeling this heartbeat
In the core of my bosom
Since that moment – you stared at me
With the shyness of a hare
And with the sharpness of a vulture.
I am dead since that day. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
My Moon-night
My every night is moon-night
The moon-beam is my first friend
My first guide and philosopher
That teaches me the alphabet of dark and light
Just now I have learned to make sentences
With the particles of light and darkness
If I were a poet
How well I could paint the faces of my people! 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
The Bloody Earth
Almost every sun-bathed morning
The Earth gets drunk
And loses her senses
The sculls of ours drop down from our heads
And we forget that we are the inhabitants of this Earth.
You look at me
I look at you
We become unacquainted with each other
Some of us sip off our red blood
And try to get back their senses
Some of us shoot bullets at others
And thus we make our Earth bloody
Every day, every morning. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
My Tears
My tears, where are you?
I want to cry
After the lapse of some days
So long I had been dead.
Again I have got life
Let me cry
And let me enjoy the pleasure of life.
We count the amount of our peace and pleasure
With the drops of our tears
We gauge –how much love there is in our heart
To our people, to our mother. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
How It Burns
Had you asked me once
How have you been living?
I would have died in peace.
Since you left me
I have been living with a breast
Full of woes of the cloudy sky
Had you not come to my life!
Beloved!
Let me put my heart upon yours for once
You would see- how it burns! 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Too Much Intimacy
If you had been with me
I would have not been able to compose my verses
The forlorn veins of your face
Wipe away the lines of my writings
The patches robes put on your chest
Entangle the meaning of my poems.
The rhymes fall headlong under the feet in sighs
The pain-stricken sweat on your forehead
Washes off the rays of my pen
Coming out of the nib.
It is for which I can’t compose verses
When you are with me.
It had been better
If you had gone away stealthily in a deep dark night
I would have enjoyed the pleasure of sufferance. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Farewell
For your honour’s sake
I took up the road
You said:
That was the only road free from thorns
It is – o, my Lord
I am torn, I am bruised, I am wounded.
Blood has been dropping down
From my forehead
Excuse me, my Lord.
Farewell. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
The Forbidden Fruit
This very moment, I’ve no feeling, no thought, no passion, no, emotion in my mind. Now my mind is empty as an empty pitcher. I’ve no thought of my dear one in my mind. Nor have I, in my mind, the image of my father who has left us some days ago. I am like a lotus blooming in the lake far off from the sight of man. But suddenly a flash of light comes to me from Heaven. It comes down just only to me. It has enlightened my dark heart and stagnant cells of my mind. Now I’ve begun to see what is beyond our eye-sight. Now I can shut my eyelids and can see well. I’m so much enlightened that the stars have entered my heart. Since today I’ve been born again – my first birth was like the birth of Adam and Eve. Then my senses were deaf, dark and blind, I could think nothing, judge nothing and feel nothing. Now I’ve eaten the forbidden fruit and am born twice. Let me eat the ‘Forbidden Fruit again and again and let me live. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
What is poetry for me?
What is Poetry for Me? —— It is the music in my woeful days, the light-pot of my hope when I am in despair. It’s a warm coat during the days of winter. When I’m in a solitary cell, it is my dearest darling, it reels and lulls me to sleep. It’s the lotus that blossoms at midnight to make me see. It’s a mellow touch of a soft hand on my coarse forehead. It’s a source of smile amid my weeping. It’s a diamond blooming in my tears. It’s an inspiration to live long. It’s a flag of triumph in front of my poverty. Poetry is my joys, my consolation, my pride, my blood and the poverty-beaten face of my late father. Poetry is what makes me love life. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Why You Ask Me
Why you ask me——
What is poetry?
Study thy own feeling and emotion, thy sighs and tears, smile and joys. If you are weary of life come out of thy door and look at the starry sky, their twinkling. What appeal do they cast upon thy heart? Think it well –it’s poetry.
Once you happen to go alone through a by lane, surrounded by dense bush, with neither a friend nor a guide—as far as you go ahead so much the bush deepens – then sure, a feeling must come to arise in thy heart—and this feeling is poetry.
Have you ever seen the sea full of blue? If not go to the shore of the sea and cast thy eyes on the endless waves and feel well what impression they fall upon thy heart — and this is poetry.
Have you ever been neglected by thy father or mother, friend or maid?
If yes, call to thy heart how much sorrow-stricken thy heart becomes!
Or have you ever been cheated by anyone?
Yes, you have been cheated – and then what was your feeling – it is poetry.
Have you not understood yet?
It rises in the heart and heart alone that gets expressed through the mind decorated with the dress of words and words. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
To My Darling
While thou hast keep thyself away from me
I sleep and dream of thee.
I dream like a wild peacock while it is under the grasp of a hunter.
It looks around and looks for its maid and reminds the moments spent with his dearest one.
While thou are away from me and laugh with somebody else, then my heart pains as the heart of Siri felt agony while her mate Farah was in jail.
If thou art away from me and sing songs to the ears of my opponents
Then I cry and weep within my heart like a motherless child. Thou, when set on thy foot in the street leaving me behind— I take shelter in my bed, then stir, then weep, and then cry like a forlorn sailor on a solitary island.
While thou go ahead walking fast, my heart runs after thee though my muddy body remains to lie back.
And then I felt like an all-lost king.
As long-distance thou go so long my soul creeps to thee. Thou art my soul that keeps me alive. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Yester-night
The whole half yesternight I had a thought of you
Had thou with me in the same cell
What had not been done to thee!
I, with all my warm affection, would have embraced thee.
Perhaps, you would have made all your limbs gap up to engulf ecstasy.
Your chest would have been upon mine
The fragrance of thy cloud-like hair would have dripped down my breast.
I would have bitten you—or you would have done the same.
But alas! You are away from me
And I am from you
But think my love is like the moon that keeps revolving round the earth all the time. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Token of Love
The finest rose if I could collect
I would have sent it to you
As a token of my evergreen love.
A love, that is gifted with the rays of the sun
Endowed with the dye of blood-red lake lotus
Bathed in fragrant flower.
I, being a thief, pluck the black dye from the eyes of night-nymph
To put on thy brown hair
I pluck the affection of my mother
To gift you as a token of my ever-warm love.
If thou had known
How much love I bear for you!
It is as much as the water of the sea
As immense as the blue horizon of the sky. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Journey For Love
A journey to thy heart
I will have for love
Lend me some of your juice
To have a swim in
I am too poor to live.
Your heart if full of flowing honey
Let me drown and quench my thirst and die.
How good thou would be
If thou allow me to break through your door
I will strike no more. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
Where is He
Where is he?
My friends, my joys, my beauty, my sanity
I am under your feet, O sky
Beclouded by my nonentity.
I am yours faithfully – a poet
I have only a beckon of light—my heart
Amid the sea of darkness—I scribe my verse.
Friend, would you please exchange your smile for my glittering tears?
I am yours truly.
Please leave me alone
I am the sovereign over my pain. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I Don’t Believe
I shall die
I don’t believe
I shall be living all the time
From mouth to mouth, words to words
From heart to heart
Because I am thy beloved. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
A Pair of Dove
A pair of a dove was flying over my head
It had gone to the north, to the south, to the east
But in the west, it had roamed many years
But found no plant, no peak to perch on.
Everywhere there is gun-powder, fire and dance of death.
It roamed and roamed and then come back to my breast
I offered the core of my heart to live in. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
In the Full Moon Night
Tonight is the night of the full moon
I’ve opened the door
And through the door
The moonlit entered my breast
I hoped to make joy with you
Bathing in the sea of light.
But alas!
You are far away from me
I am alone on my bed guarding a sleepless night.
Had thou known how much burnt my heart is! 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
O My Dearest One
O, my dearest one, thou are the world where I can see the hills and vales
With evergreen shrubs and trees
With burning comet and shining stars.
On thy face, I can catch all the rays of the sun,
The perfume of all the deserts
And the fragrance of all the best roses.
While I look at thy nose-
I see the pyramid of ancient Egypt standing proudly
Through the ages and become astonished.
But thy heart is the bay of sea which I can never reach.
Thy two hips are two high hills full of adventures
I struggle to climb up but every time I fail.
I struggle and fail
I struggle and fail
Failure is my victory. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
You Have Given Me
You have given me, yea, you have given me all—
My homes, domes, my yard and garden, my shield and field, land and sand
You have given the sea of sorrows. 0 0 0
My Dear A Heart
I Have
I have a heart full of moonlit.
I have a pair of eyes full of dreams.
I have a pair of hands full of the smell of marigold,
I have a pair of ears full of songs,
I have a sky full of shining stars
I have a garden full of jasmine
I have a river full of silver trouts.
I have a lake full of green lotus
I have woods full of fine trees.
But I have a belly full of fire,
Fire is in the belly of my mother
Fire is in the belly of my maid
Fire is in the lakes and hills
Fire is everywhere
Where there is a heart devoid of love. 0 0 0
*The End*
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- School English Grammar Part-II..
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