Poems
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .
"Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?"
-- Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.
I'll never forget. He went out, reeling;
his mouth was twisted, desolate. . .
I ran downstairs, not touching the banisters,
and followed him as far as the gate.
And shouted, choking: "I meant it all
in fun. Don't leave me, or I'll die of pain."
He smiled at me -- oh so calmly, terribly --
and said: "Why don't you get out of the rain?"
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Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)
All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)
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I search for the sky
Through body bags,
Bahman's showers won't wash the blood off Dey's streets.
You used to say my poetry smelled like corpses,
I'm no fortune teller
Nor am I a prophet
But blood and corpses were bulking my poetry,
I'm no prophet,
But there will be blood
Blood over blood
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You think you left home
the day your feet crossed the border
but no
you left it the moment
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जब सो गई चांदनी
बिखर गया चंद्रमा
बिखर गए तारे सभी
नभ बना तारों रहित।
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जीवन के सरोवर में
पाया एक मोती
अति प्रकाशवान है यह मोती
जिसका न कोई उपमा है
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They were the poor and outcasts,
Devoid of kith or kin,
Forced to practice a desperate trade,
The eating of another man's sin.
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My solitude is not Loneliness
I solitude to be creative and innovative
To help others
I choose to be alone to reflect,
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How best do I live the rest of my life?
Do I hold life in my hand and make it disciplined?
Do I allow it to flow as if it is a stream?
Do I remain indifferent to life as I have been all through?
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Life is not a luxury; it is always a need-based one. You can't hoard up the excesses. You can't live without the minimum. All the vital signs are in perfect balance, and a failure in either direction brings chaos—untold suffering. Each system has its own inborn rhythm and harmony, with distinct wave patterns. Billions die, and billions are reborn, but the count remains constant.
It is a synchronized therapy you cannot ignore, and how could I deny the perfect creation and His omnipresence so truly defined? With joys and sorrows, with shades and lights, my heart undulates, and life moves on as usual.
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O Allah, I ask for Your forgiveness for their foolish ways,
For the hearts that squander their precious days.
Let's not place the blame on the Children of Light,
But guide them toward honor, honesty, and what's right.
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The morning star greeted the day with a flutter of excitement, its heart racing at the vibrant colors of Eid.
A Guardian of Light had finally bestowed a long-awaited gift, draped in beautiful clothes and sparkling jewels that ignited the Star's dreams. With just a month and a half until the call for union, the morning star was filled with a mix of hope and a hint of shadowy fear. A Friend's Advice led to a magical cream, promising beauty that felt almost dreamlike. The morning star applied it with care, humming with joy, blissfully unaware of what was to come. But then, a shiver ran through it, followed by a wave of pain and fire; its hands burned, and life would never be the same again. The Keeper of Care rushed to its side, as hope began to fade and fear took over. What was meant for joy and celebration now turned into a desperate need to heal what the morning star held dear. Days passed, and the Dawn finally greeted its eyes, tears streaming down, echoing silent sighs. The Healer spoke, his words calm yet heavy, "We couldn't save your hands for him." Memories burned bright, warnings brushed aside, dreams borrowed, and a future now lost. Forever changed, the morning star stood tall, now leaning on the kindness and goodwill of others. A wedding postponed, a life reshaped, a soul transformed by the cruel hand of fate.
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A love written in music…
A story felt in silence…
And in just a few months,
you'll finally experience it. 🎸❤️
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I seek you only in the quiet,
one whose soul knows the ascent of prayer.
Whose eyes will someday brightly gleam,
proud to cradle the little breaths
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সন্দীপ গোস্বামীর এই ৩০টি 'পরমাণু কবিতা' বিশ্লেষণ করলে দেখা যায়, তিনি শব্দকে ভেঙে চূর্ণবিচূর্ণ করে তার ভেতর থেকে সত্যের এক একটি তেজস্ক্রিয় কণা বের করে এনেছেন। আমার বিচারে দার্শনিক গভীরতা, অভিনবত্ব এবং মানবিক অভিঘাতের তীব্রতা অনুযায়ী কবিতাগুলোর উৎকর্ষক্রম নিচে দেওয়া হলো:
সন্দীপ গোস্বামীর একগুচ্ছ পরমাণু কবিতা
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
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Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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