Poems

Never Let...

Never let your enemy rob you blind
Leaving you terrified losing your mind
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হে পাহাড়, আমার ভালবাসার পাহাড়
তোমায় একবার দেখলে
সারাক্ষণ দেখতে ইচ্ছে করে,
তোমায় দেখার সময় ----
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I have been a failure in life,
a total failure —
before I explain, tell me:
how do you judge failure?
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Guide not the souls of men toward Heaven's gate
While you have strayed far from the true path;
Pray God your actions aren't a fragile state
Where others pass and you are left in wrath.
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They tell me:
Why so much trash?
It wearies you,
it bores the others.
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Steel birds circle, shadows fall,
Giants rumble, heedless all.
Five thousand fires, held in hand,
Against a desert, shifting sand.
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पुरानी मोटरसाइकिल और खटारा सी कार,
जैसे मिल गया हो कालू चाँद मोहम्मद को सदियों का उधार।
पीछे से महबूब खान का ट्रैक्टर भी आया,
धुएँ के गुबार में जिसने पूरा शहर नहलाया।
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A tiny thorn, so sharp and small,
Can prick a tire, and make it fall.
A heavy cart, with goods piled high,
Can stop and tip beneath the sky.
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वो फटी जेबों के शहजादे,
आज बादलों के पार थे,
पुरानी कबाड़ सी मोटरसाइकिल पर,
वो खुशियों के सवार थे।
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Shadows of the Carpathians
A Gothic Cycle Inspired by Dracula
1. The Castle in the Mist
Upon the spine of the mountain high, Where storms crawl slowly across the sky, A castle rises from ancient stone Like something the earth disowned.
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The world stands witness as empires gauge their might, not by the thunder of their weapons, but by the hush that follows the tempest. Once, a colossal power strode like a giant across oceans and deserts, its shadow stretching from one continent to another, its voice resonating through councils and capitals. But history is a restless breeze. It bends crowns, erodes thrones, and reminds the powerful that time bows to no empire.

Now, before its leader, stand three doors, each forged from iron and heavier than the last. The first door represents retreat a chance to step back from the battlefield and swallow the bitter taste of defeat, leaving the war with fewer scars but a bruised pride in the eyes of the world. The second door glimmers with a perilous fire, the ominous whisper of the nuclear sun. One reckless finger on that button could plunge the earth into an endless night of ashes.
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I have been counting my tears,
watching as your memory fades like
thick, dark, and foreboding clouds that once blotted out the sun.
Now, every falling drop is pierced
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