Time is flying towards infinity
As an unknown operating system.
I'm losing programs from my machine
C drive is formatting without command
I'm a tree beside the street
and time is walking in front of me
I'm screaming on and on without sound
refraining without barricade.
Sorrow is a small virus dark blue
spreading spores into my blood
On the dining table a dream
or a yellowish green apple
Putting head under a sharp knife
to slice thickly as salad!
What is existing or non-existing
nothing can be shared
No pains can be measured
Is there anything beyond feelings?
Any flower sweet and unseen?
Any moon within clouds?
I'm losing pockets from my shirt;
Coins from wallet, spaces from hard drive...
Poem 13
Book 'Beckoning Jade-Dreams' April 2007
Copyright Musharrat Mahjabeen
Mizan Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8700-82-X
Sorrow is a small virus dark blue spreading spores into my blood... ........................................... Very modern and surprising poems...Bravo! 10... Tsira
Aristotle argues that time manifest itself in the change of things but the change itself is not time: “So time is either change or some aspect of change; and since it is not change, it must be some aspect of change” By expressing the concept of time and by using conceptual metaphors, eg 'What is existing or non-existing nothing can be shared '' and cognitive metaphors, eg ''Sorrow is a small virus dark blue spreading spores into my blood'' and visual metaphors, eg ''I’m a tree beside the street and time is walking in front of me '' the poet needs to prove that time can mean, in some conditions a change in itself.. genial poem...10++
Again an enviable thought process...yet here a bit torn amongst ideas...yet 10++ for your unique way of thinking....Brishti
While reading this poem I felt that I was sitting inside the 'Time Machine' of HG Wells and the control stick in fast forward motion....! 10+ -Raj Nandy
yes we are loosing pockets, wallots and every thing.........nicely penned..........
A great write! Very sharp and impressive allegories and metaphors. Definitely 10 for it. With all sincerity
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I would like to translate this poem
You are my sweetest heart of all times: I don't care if you are man or woman - But I believe as long as you write sensible and wise then you casse us to live a motionword