The list of recorded English poems composed till 2009.
1) "The Leader" (1997)
2) "The Broken World" (1998)
3) "An Evening Rain" (2000)
4) "Am I a man or a beast?" (2004)
5) "My undiscovered purity" (2005)
6) "Butterflies have gone" (2005)
7) "Lovely Marina Beach" (2006)
8) "My first angel" (2008)
9) "My little Valentine" (2009)
Monday, April 20, 2009
My first ever written English poem
"The Leader"
Who was the leader?
Who is the leader?
Who will be the leader?
The politician,the captain,the topper
No,no
The lead,the leader...
...
...
(The first ever poem "The Leader" was composed in 1997 and recited in the school assembly for around 4-5 minutes,though the remaining lines have not been recorded fully.)
( The other early poems include "The Challenger" ,"The Life" etc. and a couple of other short poems which were all recited in the school assembly in 1997 but their records don't exist.)
Who was the leader?
Who is the leader?
Who will be the leader?
The politician,the captain,the topper
No,no
The lead,the leader...
...
...
(The first ever poem "The Leader" was composed in 1997 and recited in the school assembly for around 4-5 minutes,though the remaining lines have not been recorded fully.)
( The other early poems include "The Challenger" ,"The Life" etc. and a couple of other short poems which were all recited in the school assembly in 1997 but their records don't exist.)
"My poems of the late 20th century"
"The Broken World"
When the sun rises
From the east, in the early morning
Riving from the moon, the King of night
Blazing the golden charming light
Vivifying the beauty of Nature
Fascinating the minds of man
Who was born and died on this mother earth
After a long,If the eyes were opened.
Apprising by the chirping sound of birds
To rouse them from sleep
When a song is meliced and we started dancing
Beautifying the others
Then,
Envour conquer them
Trying to subdue us
To make a shadow
On this bonny place.
But, omni are not out-Herod
So, they are in ticklish.
Sprinting up towards the sky
For playing the whole world,
The cohord and disarm.
Everyday a tiff is there
Like a virago with tatics idea
Resenting one another
For the throne of all.
As the hostibility more
Resorting the life
Listening to the dirge
Waiting for the last breath
And,
Scattering of black smoke
The place in disarray
Make all a dead man.
Although some are free
From the darkness
Through the fissure.
The soil in clutter
Trampling against the mother earth
Bringing down her dint
But the only copula is She
And her dove
That can give placate
And mend this Broken World.
("The Broken World" was composed in 1998)
"An Evening Rain"
As the sky fills with darkness
And wind blows with droplets.
It rains cats and dogs.
Shines my window with sparkling diamonds
On its glass, I peer on.
Then, open my mind of my childhood's almamater
When tiny kids of our old blooming flowers
Bade for a day to our peers
From the carriage inside, in rain.
To home, by the way our land's melody used to sing
Drowning into the sea of music
Forgetting stoppage for me
That childlike joy today makes me
To recall the history of mine,
In that dusk, in the mid of rain and drizzle.
Still,in my heart's inner core
Are those prayers,gong's sound and father's counsel.
Being overwhelmed by those moments,
I become envious.
Floating with those lifes,
My mind suddenly wakes up
Then,
My heart cries as
Waves and tides waits for none.
Opening my mind
And myself find
In a new garden of Knowledge,
Where like the German troops, the tottlers follow
Where like Hitler, the master tains them
Inventing a modern Spartan Kingdom.
Staring at new branches of the old tree
Hoping to bond with the other ones
Growing in the garden
Coming from the old ones.
Becoming myself mad,
I ask the Emperor of Life
To replay that stage of mine
But get defeat in the battle.
Coming from the field,
After the fight with theocracists
On my window, find those diamonds
Becoming smaller and smaller
And,
I realise that Evening Rain
Has already away from my dorm.
("An Evening Rain" was composed in 2000 )
Sunday, April 19, 2009
"The Journey with three poems" is a small collection of the three inter related poems from the collection of innumerous English poems of the poet. It gets completed not with the mere three poems but truely gets successful with the arrival of the true angel in the poet's life and its not neccessarily meant that the poet has actually encountered with one beauty whose physical presence can be sensed in the present world. The discovery of the poet's purity by the true angel can also be philosophical and for literary joy too. It essentially targets those who live a lonely life and prefer to travel as a loner but ultimately, on his way, his true angel welcomes him to realise the true meaning of both of his and her existence on the earth, in the humane world and indeed in the universe as a whole. The poems may be well read by gentlemen when they are alone or for their beautiful angels.
"My Undiscovered Purity"
Alone, I came
Alone, I will go
Who is there to walk with me?
But none, at last.
To you,
my tongue doesn't speak
my heart speaks;
my eyes don't see,
my mind sees.
My soul wants to meet your's
Where are you?
Oh!, no one for me
my useless dream, it was
I am mad...?
Life is funny,
where reality becomes illusion
Where none dares to discover the humble and the pure.
My wealth lost,
my moments gone,
my energy wasted,
my dreams shattered,
Only and only to make myself,
A man of mockery,
a man of failure.
No more, I am the King in a Lost Paradise of fantasies,
I have failed to know "Life"
but,
I have passed to learn "Man".
My eyes are filled with tears,
I call them "the price of my foolishness".
But, still, those tears are pure
I don't want to let them fall down
on this impure soil of mankind.
Console my inner self,
mend my broken heart,
bring a smile on my face,
When can I laugh whole heartedly?
Oh!, my friend "Loneliness",
You are my strength,
You are my audience.
If you have decided not to walk with me,
not to discover me.
I am happy;
happy that in my small attic,
I have discovered myself, my own purity.
Why should I tell it to others?
Let me fight the battle of my life alone.
"My undiscovered purity" was composed in the midnight between 14th and 15th August, 2005 . This poem was webcasted on April 16, 2008.
"My First Angel"
In the mid of night,
suddenly,
I remember the face of my first angel.
Tears roll down from my eyes,
Thinking of those moments which are still remembered by me, mostly.
Unknown smile captures my face,
I look up at the cross and convince myself,
gone is gone.
Again as usual,
asking myself, "Can I still wait for you?, O! angel."
But, how long?
Impatiently, I was brought up
emotionally, I was played upon.
It has been a long time since I left my mother's womb,
It has been a long time since I left my almameter,
just as I was so weak to stand alone without your eyes.
Gone were those days I walked with you, in your garden.
Gone were those moments I sat with you in the moonlight.
Gone were those silent breakers I created for you.
I don't wish to remember my past.
Let my past be dead,
but,
" Can I kill my first angel?"
or,
" Can I let my first angel be killed?
Never, never.
Oh! God of Strength,
where are you?
Am I a descendant of God of Weakness?
Again, I look up at the cross.
My sobbing gets stopped
as I get convinced
since I believe in Him.
I ask Him,
"Why shouldn't I forget the angel?"
Where she is ?
Where I am ?
The princess of her destiny, she is.
The slave of my destiny, I am.
What a difference!,
its a lovely one.
I realise I am in the worldly world.
Thus exists the world, my mind tells;
There exists the eternity, my heart tells;
I fail to choose my real master,
I am really a failure,
I am really a slave.
Oh! Almighty,
if Heaven exists,
Could you hear me?
Could you see me ?
Could you remember me?
Could you help me?
Have you forgotten my faith in you?
The throne of my destiny, I beg from you
The throne of her destiny, I pray for my angel.
No courage, I have to meet my first angel
But,
as long as my pen lives
and
my midnight lamp burns,
In the mid of every night,
always,
I remember the face of my first angel.
"My First Angel" was composed "suddenly" in the midnight of 6th July , 2008. This poem was webcasted on April 16, 2008.
"My little Valentine"
Many autumns , I have lived;
those falling leaves , I have seen.
Many nights , I have passed;
with rolling tears , I have slept.
Many deserts , I have walked;
with thirsty mouth , I have gone.
Many oceans , I have crossed;
with unseen island , I have sailed.
Many days , I have pledged;
with weak destiny , I have compromised.
Many humans , I have met;
for little care , I have left.
Many dreams , I have thought;
for undiscovered reality , I have shattered.
Many moments , I have felt;
with foolish emotions , I have cried.
Many a times , I have tried;
but all the time , I have failed to undo my tears
shed on my own shadow in moonlight.
For me , King Bruce may die.
Strangely ,
a voice whispers heartily ,
I realise memorably ,
I ink
and
console my heart
to welcome the dawn of my life.
From the Mediterranean sea , my breeze comes;
through the window , my sunlight falls;
to quench the thirst , my rain drops;
to reach the end , my shore exists;
to accomplish the promises , my star shines;
to fill the gap , my soul arrives;
to discover the path ,my Shepherd leads;
to feel the life , my heart empowers
and
to conquer the world , my success knocks at the door of my hut.
The Pharoah of Egypt , I am not
The Prince of Rome , I am not
Neither as strong as Spartan I am nor am I as learned as Athenian.
So small , I have become like a beggar in front of the Buckingham Palace;
So graceful , you are like a princess of the pure royal blood;
So elegantly beautiful , so preciously sweet
the Cleopatra of my life , you are
the north star of my voyage , you are.
Alas ,
No gift , I can give other than my long cherised tears of joy,
that you , my soul only have brought;
No gift , I can give as long as my begging bowl is with me.
As beggar has no choice,
no choice , I have in front of the princess;
As the royal beauty never dies,
and always ,
I desire to be with my true angel;
O ! Father in Heaven ,
May my little Valentine remain immortal
as long as this Universe lives
May my true angel remain holy
as long as that Heaven lives.
"My little valentine" - As the midnight clock strikes, the first ever poem written with joy was started at 11:45 pm (IST) and ended at 2:05 am (IST) 13th Feb. 2009 on a Friday. This poem was webcasted on April 16, 2008.
"My Undiscovered Purity"
Alone, I came
Alone, I will go
Who is there to walk with me?
But none, at last.
To you,
my tongue doesn't speak
my heart speaks;
my eyes don't see,
my mind sees.
My soul wants to meet your's
Where are you?
Oh!, no one for me
my useless dream, it was
I am mad...?
Life is funny,
where reality becomes illusion
Where none dares to discover the humble and the pure.
My wealth lost,
my moments gone,
my energy wasted,
my dreams shattered,
Only and only to make myself,
A man of mockery,
a man of failure.
No more, I am the King in a Lost Paradise of fantasies,
I have failed to know "Life"
but,
I have passed to learn "Man".
My eyes are filled with tears,
I call them "the price of my foolishness".
But, still, those tears are pure
I don't want to let them fall down
on this impure soil of mankind.
Console my inner self,
mend my broken heart,
bring a smile on my face,
When can I laugh whole heartedly?
Oh!, my friend "Loneliness",
You are my strength,
You are my audience.
If you have decided not to walk with me,
not to discover me.
I am happy;
happy that in my small attic,
I have discovered myself, my own purity.
Why should I tell it to others?
Let me fight the battle of my life alone.
"My undiscovered purity" was composed in the midnight between 14th and 15th August, 2005 . This poem was webcasted on April 16, 2008.
"My First Angel"
In the mid of night,
suddenly,
I remember the face of my first angel.
Tears roll down from my eyes,
Thinking of those moments which are still remembered by me, mostly.
Unknown smile captures my face,
I look up at the cross and convince myself,
gone is gone.
Again as usual,
asking myself, "Can I still wait for you?, O! angel."
But, how long?
Impatiently, I was brought up
emotionally, I was played upon.
It has been a long time since I left my mother's womb,
It has been a long time since I left my almameter,
just as I was so weak to stand alone without your eyes.
Gone were those days I walked with you, in your garden.
Gone were those moments I sat with you in the moonlight.
Gone were those silent breakers I created for you.
I don't wish to remember my past.
Let my past be dead,
but,
" Can I kill my first angel?"
or,
" Can I let my first angel be killed?
Never, never.
Oh! God of Strength,
where are you?
Am I a descendant of God of Weakness?
Again, I look up at the cross.
My sobbing gets stopped
as I get convinced
since I believe in Him.
I ask Him,
"Why shouldn't I forget the angel?"
Where she is ?
Where I am ?
The princess of her destiny, she is.
The slave of my destiny, I am.
What a difference!,
its a lovely one.
I realise I am in the worldly world.
Thus exists the world, my mind tells;
There exists the eternity, my heart tells;
I fail to choose my real master,
I am really a failure,
I am really a slave.
Oh! Almighty,
if Heaven exists,
Could you hear me?
Could you see me ?
Could you remember me?
Could you help me?
Have you forgotten my faith in you?
The throne of my destiny, I beg from you
The throne of her destiny, I pray for my angel.
No courage, I have to meet my first angel
But,
as long as my pen lives
and
my midnight lamp burns,
In the mid of every night,
always,
I remember the face of my first angel.
"My First Angel" was composed "suddenly" in the midnight of 6th July , 2008. This poem was webcasted on April 16, 2008.
"My little Valentine"
Many autumns , I have lived;
those falling leaves , I have seen.
Many nights , I have passed;
with rolling tears , I have slept.
Many deserts , I have walked;
with thirsty mouth , I have gone.
Many oceans , I have crossed;
with unseen island , I have sailed.
Many days , I have pledged;
with weak destiny , I have compromised.
Many humans , I have met;
for little care , I have left.
Many dreams , I have thought;
for undiscovered reality , I have shattered.
Many moments , I have felt;
with foolish emotions , I have cried.
Many a times , I have tried;
but all the time , I have failed to undo my tears
shed on my own shadow in moonlight.
For me , King Bruce may die.
Strangely ,
a voice whispers heartily ,
I realise memorably ,
I ink
and
console my heart
to welcome the dawn of my life.
From the Mediterranean sea , my breeze comes;
through the window , my sunlight falls;
to quench the thirst , my rain drops;
to reach the end , my shore exists;
to accomplish the promises , my star shines;
to fill the gap , my soul arrives;
to discover the path ,my Shepherd leads;
to feel the life , my heart empowers
and
to conquer the world , my success knocks at the door of my hut.
The Pharoah of Egypt , I am not
The Prince of Rome , I am not
Neither as strong as Spartan I am nor am I as learned as Athenian.
So small , I have become like a beggar in front of the Buckingham Palace;
So graceful , you are like a princess of the pure royal blood;
So elegantly beautiful , so preciously sweet
the Cleopatra of my life , you are
the north star of my voyage , you are.
Alas ,
No gift , I can give other than my long cherised tears of joy,
that you , my soul only have brought;
No gift , I can give as long as my begging bowl is with me.
As beggar has no choice,
no choice , I have in front of the princess;
As the royal beauty never dies,
and always ,
I desire to be with my true angel;
O ! Father in Heaven ,
May my little Valentine remain immortal
as long as this Universe lives
May my true angel remain holy
as long as that Heaven lives.
"My little valentine" - As the midnight clock strikes, the first ever poem written with joy was started at 11:45 pm (IST) and ended at 2:05 am (IST) 13th Feb. 2009 on a Friday. This poem was webcasted on April 16, 2008.
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