Jayeeta Shamsul Poems
|1.||Autobiography Of A 1000 Yrs Old Shrine||11/20/2013|
|2.||Sayings Of Judus Christ||1/4/2014|
|5.||Loving A Criminal:||8/14/2014|
|6.||Story Of A Blanket:||1/10/2015|
|8.||Angel Of Sleep||7/21/2014|
|9.||The Drum Of Revolution||4/29/2014|
|10.||I Am Roman Dynasty||11/19/2013|
|11.||An Anklet Of Whim||3/29/2014|
|12.||The Scroll Of Sorceress:||2/22/2014|
|14.||The Bad Woman||11/26/2014|
|15.||The Wise Owl||10/3/2014|
|16.||Confessions Of An Arabian Tent||11/24/2013|
|17.||Playing With Fire||3/12/2014|
Playing With Fire
I am a weird boy in wacky clothes,
I know fire bending since my birth.
When I was a mere child,
I started playing with fire,
To gain long stares,
To buy things of my desire,
To buy things dire.
I am offspring of fire,
Ive born with fire,
I’ve played with fire,
I do romance with fire.
I am avatar of fire bending,
I’ve read the scrolls of fire bending,
I’ve touched the sorrows of fire rings,
I’ve burnt myself in fire, heart-rending.
Then suddenly I became fire’s fright,
I started bending it to my sweet will.
I made the fires dance to...
Nora stands in the streets,
Nora befriends Patrick,
She tries to defy David,
In red lipstick she is unique,
She cares for her son Nick.
She is from the red light street,
She usually wears ripped jeans,