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Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
Speak not, to me, of mundane things,
The daily chores, which dull the mind,
But converse with a gentle voice that sings,
As if all the golden thoughts you find,
It is dark, no moon, no light
Just darkness, a starless sky
The wind blows, the waves break
A single firefly passes by
Thousands of desires, each worth dying for...
many of them I have realized...yet I yearn for more...
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
With branches coated topside white with snow.
And blue the shadows stretched along the ground.
Trees adding sharpness, a wintry view on show,
With dazzling, flickering sunshine, such can astound
Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool,
Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool.
Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb,
Unseen air comes in and gets out of us
Doing some seen internal vital works
Supplying oxygen and removing poisons
Are among those life saving necessaries
The spring wind comes from the east and quickly passes,
Leaving faint ripples in the wine of the golden bowl.
The flowers fall, flake after flake, myriads together.
For Lucy, who called them "ghost houses."
Someone was always leaving
ONE DAY I THOUGHT OF LEAVING
IT WAS A MOMENT.. I CLOSED MY EYES,
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.
Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.
The wide, bright temple of the world I found,
And entered from the dizzy infinite
That I might kneel and worship thee in it;
Leaving the singing stars their ceaseless round
Leaving the stage behind, forgetting the tricky light. Embracing the Universe. I hold my hand. Forever faithful to the duty and the love. Looking for my star up there. Over there the silence may frighten. It is fear of the unknown, it is fear of the wrong way. Embracing the Universe. I hold my hand, leaving the stage, leaving the stage behind. Goodbye.
Ripping apart hearts through the years, loving and leaving, never staying faithful, always running around with anyone.
Leaving broken hearts and broken dreams lying in gutters and sewers of a life that was never honest or true.
This is a popular poem written by Nawab Wajid Ali Shah about 130 years ago. Rajnish Manga has tried his best to translate it into English.
बाबुल मोरा, नैहर छूटो ही जाए
बाबुल मोरा, नैहर छूटो ही जाए
Heroic Couplet For This Winter Loves Us
March 17, 2019
This misty winter isn't ready to pass
Rewrite of New Kids On The Block I'll Be Loving You Forever
This morning in the small motorized coach
My song of the summer of my 30 years
Had gone with her.
Like a shooting star leaving behind her
Slayer of the slain, here to fill you to the brim with pain not fame. Oh wait whats the difference. Its a instance joyance substance that takes & rakes leaving scars that nude eyes can't see, flee theirs still time to stop feeding into this rhyme. Pay a dime for your trouble but you say its worth a million when did you turn into a villain filling hearts with air leaving just a pair of shells, causing hell, now crowds turning, no longer yearning your stomach churning how much pain will it take to make your fame worth that dime that am willing to give, you see i'd hand over a dollar but you gave 100% for nothing so I figured you'd accept a tenth, hence the dying crying hearts of fans now leaving in vans, Cramming in packed but not the sits below your feet but the halls to the front gate, starting to be filled with hate was this all just a big mistake? Heart ache taking over, falling over your own self-less- face. Hold up a mirror hear ya yelling seeing hells fires all around you ready to take you the fake you the hack. No, no this is the real you, you gave up who you were for that million now what is it doing you? making a wall of green blocking the door your hitting the floor looking for a way out sitting there blaming fate saying this all started over a silly date so so much hate. Veins boiling stains uncovered, fame dis-covered. new media praise now covered in hash nothing but a foggy career that's laughable now, slowly turning into a cow standing there on the belt whipping you closer & closer to the slaughter house, oh snap, the crack of the whip reminds you of your daughter the reason you got into all this now just a thing of the past all grown up no thanks to you or your stacks of the false all mighty. dollar, little flower is taking a shower trying to get all your name off she doesn't want to just f*** off no following the leader to the open door. Shes leading those to the pin hole with no fear to fall, she learnt from a father a failure & a true father the truth. Learnt all she needed now shes turnt, from you, you can just go screw like you did her mother, no not the day you made the most important thing to you in your life but when you walked out the door brief case leaving the hard floor just like the brief case you left for why you were leaving just to go start big dollar thieving. Now your grieving pleading knees bleeding. Shiver shiver, cry her a river, cry on that floor with a case overwhelmed with fameless words, but its to late, left there bleeding where you should of be taking heed. Pleading done, Bleeding done. Crying done. fame done. Dying beginning with no end.
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