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.
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.
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
I want you to know
You know how this is:
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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;
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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Cyprian, in my dream
the folds of a purple
your cheeks --- the one
Timas one time sent,
a timid gift, all
the way from Phocaea
We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. "Dream" mate, a giddy sound, not strong
Like "rent", "feeding a wife", "satisfying a man".
But could a dream sent up through onion fumes
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
And yesterday's garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms,
Even if we were willing to let it in,
I was travelling
Here and there
In the strange land
With my new companion,
Absolute silence reigned everywhere,
After some time the companion left me,
Then I began to roam alone
In the mysterious land,
Every object of nature seemed
Nestled in the lap of mother earth,
Nature thrives, flourishes with
Natural water, sunlight, air so pure,
Nourishing, nursing with care,
Monday,22nd Nov 2021
Saturday,20th Nov 2021
How beautiful and bright the sky is after rains and clouds have gone away;
We invite rain in the beginning, but when it endlessly falls, we abhor for relief;
For, rain water fills all roads, over flows rivers and inundates all places sans end;
But once rain leaves the place, what a sigh of relief we all get after many days!
Enjoy the music
As he is succumbed by death
Falling down the wall
With a dose of heroin
What is in a name and!
Friday,26th Nov 2021
Death we curse
birth we rejoice
Woe from freedom fighter-Bangladesh
Friday,26th Nov 2021
I have raised the weapon
I have taken up the arms for the freedom of the nation
If he had been
So long a time,
You, the Almighty
A living legend goes by the name Uajy,
He does his expeditions alone unlike the Hardy boys,
The dimension he lives in is structured like a hive,
There's a queen whose garrisons are five,
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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,
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:
No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
Pounds of pain punctured my progress
Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility
Swarms of stress subtracted my substance
My heart exploded like a thousand thunders
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
"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:
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:
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.