Biography of d'menz veen
D'menz Veen was born at Pathsala in the state of Assam, India. Currently pursuing his Master's Degree in English from the University of Bodoland, Assam, India. He got his inspiration to write poems from his father, who is also a poet in [[Bodo Language]] for the literature of the Bodo. Not a poet by profession, but like to write and compose.............
d'menz veen Poems
April Rain! !
Drop, dropp and many drops came dropping on my cottage roof the heavenly shower
From Nyanglam Hills
Like a snake crawl, the roads curves uphill Green lush trees and bushes there stand still Yellow creepers creeping in branches high Lowering their leaves underneath where they lie.
My Grandfather's Portrait
Hung, on the white wash wall in the verandah Of my house My grandfather's portrait There, old, but fresh and clean.
Come And Take Me Away! !
The nite is dark, and i'm unable to sleep, I stare around from my bed, and had a look into the dark emptiness,
That Day! !
That day, someone came, went leaving me dead. A cruel death.
A Winter Nocturnal Dreams
The Sewali blooms, fresh dews purify the flowers, Grasses bathed, by those heavenly showers, Drop by dropp fell, drenched my thatched roofs- Chill wind blew, bits the walls and window pane,
At The Same Road! !
I do wanna meet you I'm traveling in the same road without you Where does it end?
Sing For Me, O Beloved Dear!
Sing for me, beloved mine low and sweet With your caring voice, I, Happiness do meet, Tender like a nightingale's voice, your do comes the same Mine unhappy heart, rejoice..........I can do claim.
No More From Today
Works done are finished Its time to go now, for there, He's waiting to lead Back to our home, come be quick Its freedom for us now, don't be anymore sick
When the rains end their heavy showers Dry clouds flocks in the Heavenly bowers, Blue, white and red lilies dance in the breeze To welcome the coming of autumn
The Voice Of Love
After a long solitary confinement In deep love for someone I heard a song A song in the woods
On A Cold Winter Night
Tree tops like temple peaks Peaking towards the sky Drenched in winter frosts Standing lone
Stone And Peacock
Lend me a stone I'll lend you a peacock What you see in the picture, In reality you'll not When our reality be in those pictures? ? Look into the face of the sun
I was there when the sun departed in the west I was there when thosebirds came back to their nest I was there on the bankof Gaurang, walking in slow steps Watching the tired sun gone to have some rest.......
I was there when the sun departed in the west
I was there when thosebirds came back to their nest
I was there on the bankof Gaurang, walking in slow steps
Watching the tired sun gone to have some rest.......