Ex Poems
Her
by Tom F
Her
Her in the waiting room that stands out for all the wrong reasons, but don’t worry she’s too tall to be. Her on the train with the big blue eyes that don’t sparkle like.
Her in the bar wearing the same perfume as. Her in a photo with a big colourful scarf that I know ’d love.
Her over there with the blonde hair that makes me double take just to make sure it’s not. Her at the concert dancing and singing like there’s no orrow. Her exploring and taking pictures just like used to do. Her in the cafe booking her next adventure away which is something she loves more than anything, just like.
My life revolves around her, cant you see? Everything.
I hate that I notice her all the time.
She will always be her, but never be, you.
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Musing 17
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Dance, dance the moon in late night
Wearing the veil of mid winter fogs.
The livings are in dead sleep,
Dead are partly alive in gentle wind,
All winged messengers of belated hour
Frisking elsewhere stealing over the shadows.
Stage in haven looking best on mandarin mists ,
Inviting self with millions winking jewels engraved,
High time to set the trimming feet on rhythmic spree
And be mystic blonde restless in the hallowed dale.
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Musing 13
by Shuvo Chakraborty
All souls are awake staring constant the splendor,
The hallowed cross in corner bearing the divine heavy
Forbidding bystanders to low the lids ere midnight prayer.
No constraint brings them here, nither any order from visible power,
No band from armory nor any aged musical conscription
Trouble their fasting minds to bring out the best of Carole.
Angels of sweetened tunes flap their lustures beneath the caving roof
To chase the dust of evils and pains till the exit door.
When the dawn breaks after the holy book read,
Amen to all hardships and toils with Lord blessings upon the retiring faithful.
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Musing 7
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Clasp the all dust flying
In shimmering sun shine,
Rummage them on middle palm
And find all in unison.
That beings of very earth
To be returned back ultimate
As child to the mother lap.
Mingle with the universal heart,
That center of all living and Static sorts,
Spirit of oneness refurbish among souls gather.
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Musing 3
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Thou have neither served the God
Nor the devil proper,
Know not the tune of heart,
Nor the kingdom of mirth.
Queen of inane trumpet,
Quivering on blowing gale
With palpating weak petals
As thou the tulip might
Hands open with falling hairs,
Mermaid old full of plight,
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Bittersweet Fairytale
by Nad SZA
What an unfortunate fate;
We are almost perfect.
Our kiss was perfect,
Our plans match and align.
We already could envision
The beautiful future we could have together.
Working together, starting a family,
Having a life we've both dreamed of.
You're all I've been looking for,
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Her
by Tom F
Her
Her in the waiting room that stands out for all the wrong reasons, but don’t worry she’s too tall to be. Her on the train with the big blue eyes that don’t sparkle like.
Her in the bar wearing the same perfume as. Her in a photo with a big colourful scarf that I know ’d love.
Her over there with the blonde hair that makes me double take just to make sure it’s not. Her at the concert dancing and singing like there’s no orrow. Her exploring and taking pictures just like used to do. Her in the cafe booking her next adventure away which is something she loves more than anything, just like.
My life revolves around her, cant you see? Everything.
I hate that I notice her all the time.
She will always be her, but never be, you.
......
Musing 17
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Dance, dance the moon in late night
Wearing the veil of mid winter fogs.
The livings are in dead sleep,
Dead are partly alive in gentle wind,
All winged messengers of belated hour
Frisking elsewhere stealing over the shadows.
Stage in haven looking best on mandarin mists ,
Inviting self with millions winking jewels engraved,
High time to set the trimming feet on rhythmic spree
And be mystic blonde restless in the hallowed dale.
......
Musing 16
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Rummage the entire year upon a floor
And pick the losses and gains with hens perfection,
Hide all the emotions mollified and blanch setbacks behind the heart fortress,
Drop the lonely ideals and lofty honest thoughts on bedside basket
With maternal care to hatch consciousness in very next year.
The battle line obvious of late year will be fizzled out
In the midst of mid night clamours and celebrations and on sirens,
Let come out of blanket of misgivings with stout determination on new morning,
Infuse then teenage blood in every combats of life trampling the contempt
And conquer the fragile faith like a knight in table round.
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Musing 15
by Shuvo Chakraborty
Acknowledge our eternal struggle to tame the minds restless,
Midnight rats or in hares temper whether common or prodigal,
Like the sky cloudy, clear, foggy or in dark or in light,
Cold or moderate or sometime hot and intruders several.
More external is it is focus more weeds gathering like a river slim,
Germinate the stench more rather the odor of sandal or rose,
Heap of words and information most unessential and quite pinching.
Those can push it back internal and can cage it by concentration rare
Or by utter devotion and commitment or through divine meditation
Float with the evening star with glory steadfast and immortal.
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