Jahid Onik Poems

Another glass of wine
Another question and so many answers;
Many people and so many small talk,
And then,
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At the end of the day
we who look for a safe shelter
Smile of ladylove or mercy of God.
Trust me,
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I was looking for shelter
I was looking for food
I was walking all alone through the journey of life,
I was pretending not to be unhappy.
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Beneath the sky, all I see is love!
The sky is loving and holding air and dust.
Most nights are pensive but they are always young!
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I can't tell very much how the day was,
I remember I had some hot beverages a couple of times on an entire day.
I had a warm shower, where I wanted to play with subs, but I gave up!
Am I growing up? Or something else is happening to me!
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Everywhere;You put your fingers
First the index, then the middle finger and later the ring finger;
What do you touch?
Over the unused floppy disk
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I don't really like writing ALL ABOUT ME. If you could jump right here into my keyboard and write some of your lines. That would make a Couplet of YOU and ME.

Doubt me if I can read. It had been so many decades since someone wrote to me. So I forgot to read. NOW I only can write. No, NOT reading. It won't be nice if you don't see me reading your letters.
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This morning in the brightest sunlight, I discovered some marks on my arms; they look like a bite mark. But they are not, when I looked into it, I found they are just skins coming out of the skins. The earth is making dust out of dust.

The more we keep thinking about ourselves and our existence, the more we see that in our very own lives, there is no ONE single person who understands us, including us.
Somebody might try to understand you, and get closer to you thinking they know you. But how can they? Even we don't know what is the next thing we're going to think of. Nobody is supposed to understand anybody, nobody is born here on this earth to want us to understand truly.
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It's a good thing that I can write,
Even better -
I am blind to seeing the ugly and hateful stuff.
Somebody loved me, loved my soul, and left me like she did not care more.
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It's never love
It's the desire to be loved.
One never wants to get that LOVE.
After Love; there is no love remaining.
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