A Dog Has Died

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the sky
for any human being,

Sonnet: A Lost Friendship

You were my friend then: now almost stranger!
Our friendship appeared once very glorious;
What happened meantime, gives me great anger;
Our friendship no longer remains serious.

Fool you were, to be misled by others,
Who drove a giant wedge ’midst our friendship;
Cut off is our friendship, which me bothers;
A nadir has come in our relationship.

A Prayer For My Daughter

ONCE more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle
But Gregory's wood and one bare hill
Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind.
Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed;
And for an hour I have walked and prayed
Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour
And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,

*** Is This Love? ***

Fading through the unknown
Winds alighting
From night till morning
Grueling intimacy breaks the silence dawn
That sky on top is the eyes
Secluded for a moment
Of anything whispering
From rag to riches
That's our love of premiership
Needs to need

Your Love Is Like The Planets In The Universe

I want to be close to you like Mercury to see your full glow
and brightness of your intimacy

I see you like a Venus because of your unsurpassed beauty
and your unfathomable; the abysmal kind of love

You revolve like the Earth that gives a magnetic kind of force
to touch the core and mantle of our hearts

I see your ardent desires like a red Mars to fight as war to cover

The Long Lavender Look

.
In her eyes
did you see
the long lavender look of goodbye?
Or did you just hear
the sound of wet tires
whispering farewell to the rain-swept street?
Did you ever remember
her skin in the intimacy of failing light
or were you just a passing connoisseur?

Dreams Are Faceless

Dreams are but faceless
Eyes alone are a visible feature
And eyes indeed
Have a quaint crowd
Of faces;
Dreams lose their way in it.

Repentant sorrow
Of compromises
Renders dry and seer

**** The Legend ***

From the sofa I saw sweet Muffin
Naked on mirror
So raw of meats
Emits…
Wet market scents
Animal’s magnetism attracts
Desire drips onto guilty floor
Saliva crawls purging the urge
Oh heavenly piece…
Shall I do the squatting?

When Intimacy Changes Into Indifference

Time just flows past
And you never notice
Till subtle changes come bubbling to the surface;
When intimacy turns into indifference.

Time just flows past
And you never notice
Till your close friends just drift away;
When intimacy turns into indifference.

Coffee

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee
affords. I once read something about coffee. The thing said that coffee is good for you;
it stimulates all the organs.
I thought at first this was a strange way to put it, and not altogether pleasant, but
as time goes by I have found out that it makes sense in its own limited way. I'll tell you
what I mean.
Yesterday morning I went over to see a girl. I like her. Whatever we had going for us
is gone now. She does not care for me. I blew it and wish I hadn't.

~ Psychosomatic Lingerie ~

From: Sadiqullah Khan
To: Nivedita Bagchi
Date-Time: 12/23/2009 4: 47: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)
Subject: A Nobel Prize
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See my poem, A Nobel Prize. I have included ur poem there. Is it ok?
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To Poet Sadiqullah Khan:
By love you’ve embosomed my poem…
On the eve of New Year Poet niv

Bliss!

Wandering in the the valley of love
Listening to the rustling of autumn leaves
Absorbing the occult dewdrops of solitude
Singing along with the birds
Hearkening to whispers of the deep woods
Dancing to the psychedelic tunes of love
In a wave of ecstasy, i am lost
Lost in His loving intimacy
Sinking myself in the spiritual happiness
Appeased by His love

Mi Musa Triste

Spanish

Vagos preludios. En la noche espléndida
Su voz de perlas una fuente calla,
Cuelgan las brisas sus celestes pifanos
En el follaje. Las cabezas pardas
De los búhos acechan.
Las flores se abren más, como asombradas.
Los cisnes de marfil tienden los cuellos
En las lagunas pálidas.

Initial Love

Venus, when her son was lost,
Cried him up and down the coast,
In hamlets, palaces, and parks,
And told the truant by his marks,
Golden curls, and quiver, and bow;—
This befell long ago.
Time and tide are strangely changed,
Men and manners much deranged;
None will now find Cupid latent
By this foolish antique patent.

To Be One

In thinking on the matter,
feelings of lust and love
can’t originate in the heart.
A heart is merely a muscle.

The sensuality and
sultry want
of another human being,
must come from
a more spiritual place,

' Revelation

You alone reveal my soul,
The intimacy of my deepest thoughts
Wrapped around each emotion,
Each beat of my heart;

From infinite depths you see within,
Beneath the veil where truth lies,
This person that I am
Beneath your gaze - exposed;

Tread Carefully

The branches dance in the wind,
The ones outside my window
Across from my desk.
I suppose you know the trees
Of which I speak, for I've written
Oft of their power over me.

Refractors of emerald sunlight
Bending their wavelengths
To the frequency of my soul,

Aspiration

Let's found a human hewn home
beyond world size as our mind
without walls and latch
where none is the owner,
all inmates its tenants
never wrangling
about ritual curtains

or cacophony of tongues-
where nobody keeps scores,

! Makeover Day

The sun's shining here,
hope it is with you;
the sort of day
I just might put on that new tie
except I don't wear ties while writing poems;
how about a new poetic style,
though of course, said Eeyore,
no-one would notice...

The choice offers itself

Confession

Une fois, une seule, aimable et douce femme,
À mon bras votre bras poli
S'appuya (sur le fond ténébreux de mon âme
Ce souvenir n'est point pâli);

II était tard; ainsi qu'une médaille neuve
La pleine lune s'étalait,
Et la solennité de la nuit, comme un fleuve,
Sur Paris dormant ruisselait.