Durlabh Singh

Durlabh Singh Poems

Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
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Today I will sail away
Through dark seas
Out of sterile consciousness
Engulfed in a clouded seascape
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3.

A TRY.
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Poetry of love
Poetry of enslaved
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Your love was not a love
But just entrapment
Which under urges for
Multiplication of humanity
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Mortal nights
The wind with serpents
The trees with stones
And stars with dust bowls.
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These are the domains of our inner pride
Boundless as thoughts free based as twilights
Hydra of incense spreading over billowing sea
Over dark passages of earth over all its spree
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Spirit of green engendered in liberty
Sweeping across the glanded glades
Tangled tree spirits in tarnished brief
Dancing shades of sunlit lauded leaves.
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Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.
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Having been happy in touching metallic skies
Or fingering the moon for its dusty overlay
Having been happy in moving orbs and the shores
Or spreading the sunshine to the burrowed moles.
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I have always moved from the world of men
To the cold ethereal sea with frost bitten dregs
The bird’s sedge sings a soliloquy
Till the stones cover the moorlands of heaven
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Dark dark the jocund space with downy flesh
Black bannered hideous gloomier than rest
Under the low hanging tattered rugged sky
Float clouds dark tortured low lit as night.
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One for your benign touch, one for my touch
Enchained
Oh spirit of freedom let thy mighty banner
Untamed
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Why to die before your death
Indulging in consolations
Not an aim for murdered self
Plunging into lifeless entity.
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Stiff was the blood of bondage
Across the highways of the mind.

Voyaging to the edge of universe
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In faraway wilderness
A region of desolation
Where there is no moisture
And the wind carries a stab.
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Held on hold, the hours pass
Sour it may be. a slippery mold
Seeing colour, feel of strength
A vivid life in concentration.
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I will embroil myself
In seedy confrontations
Often repeated in dawn
For the moods in mysteries.
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I will present you with
A heart cut in diamonds
To reflect vertiginous
Cored conflagrations
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I looked myself in a dream
My skull floating in the sky
With embers within it’s enclose
Floating across ways of planets
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Durlabh Singh Biography

I am a widely published poet based in London.I have appeared in more than 300 publications worldwide both in print and in electronic form. I agree with the philosopher 'There is more truth found in poetry than in all the history.')

The Best Poem Of Durlabh Singh

The Sunset.

Sinking the sun will drown in its own blood
Touching
With last conscience its oozed out blood
Fingering
Bine stemmed branches of oak tree
Evil
Stormed by good twin present everlasting
Companioned
On high pinnioned seas.

Shrunk shriveled the heart
Shudders in tentacles of willow trees
Touching not the fervourless spirit
Resting unwearied for nothingness
Plumed and ruffled
By bird songs of no avail.

The death lament winded not
In wilded plains
Stormed downwards the reddish glow
Shining
With all the despaired
Brained and eyed
Ever felt by the human touch.

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