The distant horizon looks so green
Mountains and dry land so pure and clean
Thirst quenched and relief inseen
Boy down the road is but weak and lean
Come closer and all that was there was but ceath
Heat perspiration and desperate breath
Sun scorching was the true assassin instead
The guilt is killing me isn’t it, dear Macbeth?
Wide expanses of gleaming desert with a single tree
Barren rotten and decaying with flee
Dry branches remind of its imposing history
Sheltering a serpent entwined today, forgotten what it used to be
A deadly and aghast scene never seen
Imperial and royal trees with serpents never been
Dirt desperation and anguish never will it be clean
Yet a hole In the bark, hope to be emerge reunite and be green
It rains so wild drowned in tears of joy
Like a lost sailor shouting after years “Land Ahoi”
The happiness of producing a new born baby boy
New cycle of moksha and nirvana employ
The heart soars the blue skies like a dove
Unchained emotions flow as the arid land makes love
Embrace caress and kissed with rain from above
Angels rejoice and divinities dance for the unison and love
The intoxicated aroma of rain on dry ground
A layer of mist and cloud over the wet mound
Ignited passions makes the woman astound
A psychedelic trance makes the paranoid world go round
A man is strong yet so weak
A silent sea restraining loves for ages, waves crash as it reaches the peak
A strong exterior hides behind the soft creek
I need you so bad and hard, trust me I do
Cos don’t you realize I’m nothing without you
Moments of joy solace and contentment are all that I do
Need to share in whatever that you make me believe is true
If everything in nature works this way
Then why deny me your love hidden away
Shine like a star is what I’ll always pray
So be with me and young we’ll always stay
I just long for you and our togetherness
To take a walk on the mountains holding your hand with inseparable unitedness
Dip our legs in the cold water for happiness
Thought of your absence is life in total darkness
To caress your silky hair sway over your perfect hips
Feel your soft and honey kissed lips
Embrace and protect you from life’s lows and dips
Only your angel like face is on my dreamy eyelash tips
It is no different who feels this way
If it’s the dry earth and the rain in the month of may
Or the beach and waves that crash making repeated foray
Or if its just me and you praying to never again be away
1 comment:
Hi,
Just read ur poem "Death is the end of Illusion
called Life".
I won't go into the philosophical background of
this poem. It is more than enough for me to absorb the
feelings intermingled with words-at times overpowering
the words themselves. Reading the poem, I can smell
the aroma of the soil drenched with rain water; I can
taste the sweetness of the lips of the unknown who
features somewhere in the poem; I can sense the
longing of the creator of the poem to have a glimpse
of all the beatufil things of life before getting
united with the end of this whole illusion.
Great!
Durjoy
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