(12/1/2013 11:28:00 PM)
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(12/1/2013 11:59:00 AM)
Candle light and moon
I saw her but was in dim,
I like her but like the scene,
That was my first hunt,
Of beautiful queen,
When I will first meet with the prince,
Then what I will say to the prince,
Tell me queen?Tell me queen?
Don’t worry my owl servant,
Take this kind candle,
This will glow in moon light,
A road unseen,
Take you, there in wild forest,
You find there beautiful deer,
She will glow this candle with her holy horn,
Then you will meet with the prince.
Deer abolished with some magic,
Right there was a handsome wild prince,
He was tortured and was in trouble,
Accurately everyone was watching his \her face,
Oh! God! What happened to his brave kingdom in which once he ruled?
Nice no silent, was a violent,
Candle light and moon.
(11/27/2013 10:27:00 AM)
hello I have a great poem in mind and I want to post it how do i.
Suman Kumar Das
(11/24/2013 12:40:00 AM)
Song of Seasons
When my face turns pale
Blood comes out as sweat from cell,
She extends a heavenly hand
To ‘Autumn Azure’ over sea sand,
Making me smile with stunning scene
How calm! How serene!
My body becomes pristine.
When I fear in scary night
Within four walls without light,
East windows she opens
Evil ebbs as day dawns.
In appearance of ‘Summer Sun’
What power! What living burn!
Makes me bold warrior of morn.
When my heart gets hurt
Tears brim in eyes with regret.
She stops flying cloud
Sparks lightning, then thunder sound.
But never halts ‘Rainy River’
So patient! How flows further!
Says me to stay unruffled forever.
When my conscience clashes with mind
How cool! She invites ‘Winter Wind’
To freeze all my rage and lust.
To free squalor from my chest.
Also she calls ‘Spring Sparrow’
So sweet! Its chirps alleviate my sorrow.
So this song emerges from my Marrow.
Suman Kumar Das
Suman Kumar Das
(11/24/2013 12:36:00 AM)
Assurance of Heaven
Kismet will kiss you,
Hope will hug you.
Hunger, thirst, pain
All ordeal will be overcome.
Also time will take
Pride in your prize.
While sleeping, as blanket
Bliss will warm you.
Love will come
To make you hear lullaby.
Oh! Children of heaven,
Do not despair;
Rather keep on dreaming
Without losing trust in self.
So hang on trying,
With heart and soul.
Suman Kumar Das
(11/22/2013 11:21:00 PM)
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This has been my experience:
When writing poetry the use of correct grammar can easily turn a short poem into a narrative tale.
Some of the best classical poems are full of fragmented sentences and passive sentences.
When an inspiration occurs it is okay to meditate on the inspiration but don't take too long; reason: spontaneity of thought will be lost for
the sake of clarity. I stand accused of these poetic crimes.
The question that I have is how to maintain the rhythm of the poem?
Emulation of other poets may keep the tradition of writing poetry however, I strive to develop my own style and still maintain rhythm.
I would appreciate any advice.
(11/20/2013 11:22:00 PM)
It is Me The Real Lover of the girl from the hooly land
It is a real story
It is a war but it is a love from the deep of my heart
I wrote this on 24 May 2012
Here the story started
And after this I put a song to let her get nervouse so I can make sure that she is watching me
It was the only way to know that she is looking
This story it is not just real, it has a big meaning and miracles!
For more than one year I have been
Living as lonely & that was seen
Walking & waiting her to appear
For few seconds leaving her to disappear
Hopping in a day I will make my move
But for few seconds didn't get an approve
The heart was broken but who cares!
The princess is princess & how u dare!
The love is gift & shall be shared!
But who knows she might get scared
Day & night her face was on my sight
And one day my heart might see the light
The heart made a choice & the case was closed
The girl was found guilty for her refuse
But The princess is princess & how u dare!
The way for justice will be a nightmare
The court in a kingdom will not be fair
she cant enter the prison so u will be there...
(11/20/2013 10:48:00 AM)
Does this one " feel complete" ? Does it confuse?
The heart waits for the story to be written,
By a quill dipped in fountains,
- In Ocean water.
Words at rest,
The foetus not yet spoken,
In what the eyes will see
And thoughts that will translate
- The bitter; the sweet.
The heart waits
To express solitude,
And if words it wants-
Let the story be written,
You and I
On a one way street,
(11/18/2013 9:28:00 PM)
She stands there in the rain with a sad look on her face.
She was once full of joy and life but that's all gone now.
She now believes as if people look right through her.
She closes her eyes and begins to dream about flying.
As the cold her passes her face she for the first time in a long time smiles.
And as she comes to a landing she realizes there is no more pain, no more sadness, no more anything.
(11/16/2013 10:40:00 AM)
In a scented wood
an owl is calling
over the resting land
the night is falling
The air is sweet
with the scent of may
the birds are asleep
waiting for day....
In the purple night
no showing of light
a breeze is blowing
rustling the tree leaves
with a soft little sigh.
The owl is so still
giving a soft little shrill.
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