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|
|9.||Angel Of Sleep||7/21/2014|
|10.||The Drum Of Revolution||4/29/2014|
|11.||I Am Roman Dynasty||11/19/2013|
|12.||An Anklet Of Whim||3/29/2014|
|13.||The Scroll Of Sorceress:||2/22/2014|
|15.||The Bad Woman||11/26/2014|
|16.||The Wise Owl||10/3/2014|
|17.||Confessions Of An Arabian Tent||11/24/2013|
|18.||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...
I travel by tram,
Plugging music on eardrum,
I observe the rustic charm,
Till my home comes!
Many eyes glued to smartphones,
As people get app prone;
The tram is painted red and yellow,
It has dark brown windows,