I close my eyes and I could see you Standing at your gate looking at me I never look back because I never… Sometimes I dreamt of the gate And your smile at tip of your lips And tear at the lap of your eyes When I used to bid you… I never used to … Continue reading
Today’s prompt made me remember an ad whose description I had to write as it is my duty. The ad was on an e-cigarette campaign & the song used was Lollipop song sang in 1958 by The Chordettes. I remember the ad not clearly again not vaguely, but, the song I remember. The poem I’m … Continue reading
The night wind chiming ticks of the night The speedy car rhyming monsoon drops. Lying in dugged up abyss, I’m waiting To have the soil over me, (to) sleep soundly. Your love can rewake the beat stopped But, don’t think of returning, I disavow you. I reject all the earthly ties, all hold-backs ’cause death … Continue reading
[Inspired by Current Affairs] Oh king, The things you want are in your palms; The fine day song is garnering crescendo. But, grasping is an achievment, loosing hold is an earn… Passing decree, keeping the pawns in light, From speech to eat, from fund to revenue. We, the people, are loyal to you as you see; First we … Continue reading
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savoring your presence keeping me on thine lips as cloud shadow full moon –xx– https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/savor/ ————————————————————— Title is metamorphic expressing the feeling of “miss you…” in a different light. ————————————————————– Continue reading
the silence, the loneliness, the poems of mine all’re same all’re wired. Even if I try writing a love poem I’ll write on the warmth the bed holds after love; I’ll write dryness of mouth not the taste of lips. vacant, long, blank, they’re my moxie, they’re my alias. bear with me readers. I write, … Continue reading
মাঝরাতে হঠাৎ বেজে উঠল গীটার -1- The guitar got hummed It was midnight The lone guitarist mid-age Try to churn out Rhythm that satiate him. He’s naked he’s drunk No body knows what’s eating Him up, loneliness or rejection. –2- The moon cast shadow As she moan he sighs. A tear drop from her eyes … Continue reading
