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Once you uttered
And do not be reversed
It remains either in the air or in the disc

Just as

Once the heart when I gave you
The freedom went to exile
Birds are caught in the cage

And the words within the words are lost
As like as your mystic form,
Vanished slowly on the horizon

Some songs roll over your mind
Some words are as deep marker
Still exist, after the departure of

Just as

Even after the train going away
You're standing at the station
But the mind does not want to return

What is the fault
Lost in the wind of memory
Seeking the truth beyond the existence

Was written in order to leave
Ah! What a difficult moment!

Life is the game of light and shadow
Stay away from the dark for some time
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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When the Beauty I See
In the Land and the Sea
Even the Flowers to be
But not like She

When the Love I See
Within the Flower and Bee
Even in my Heart to be
But not like She

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@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jun 2015 surpratik
D Thomas
The Cup
 Jun 2015 surpratik
D Thomas
I, who am born to drink this cup of fire
of molten knowledge of whom many inquire,
have found from my studies of men long past,
that virtues extolled are the things that last.

We now see but shadows of virtue revealed,
its clarity of Truth from us now has been sealed,
until that great day when that seal He will break,
and men from their nebulous contemplations awake,
to see with a clarity never known on this earth...
save One who was born of a ****** birth,
who gives men His virtue and knowledge to see.
We the captives of Plato's cave now are set free,
to rise to our Maker, and that of the stars,
and rest in His arms, in the heavenly cars.
 Jun 2015 surpratik
Chris


The sound of the rain
as it falls from the sky,
puddles the ground on this morn

I failed to write
a new poem for you,
here in the midst of the storm

I want you to know
that my thoughts are of you,
regardless of weather I find

This may be late,
but good morning my love,
*always you are on my mind
Good morning beautiful
 Jun 2015 surpratik
Eiliv Advena
Many poems I read seem so sad
The poems fills your eyes with tears
This doesn't mean the poems are bad
But sometimes a poem should be filled with cheer

There is so much beauty to write about
Not just lost love, fears, screams and shouts

A poem can be about
Flowers or trees
A poem can be about
Crystal blue seas

A poem can be about
a ring of smoke
Or a beautiful girl
Or about the beauty
We find in this world
 Jun 2015 surpratik
Eiliv Advena
A place with elves
dwarves, hobbits and men
A place with tales
We hear again and again

A place with adventure
That will never die
A place to laugh
And a place to cry

A place with songs
Of ancient days
Sung by elves
Merry and gay

A place where you hear
The hobbits laughter
Where they live
Happily ever after

Where mountains are filled
With silver and gold
Where the dwarves mine
Mighty and bold

A place with men
In cities of stone
And their great king
Sits on a beautiful throne

A place with lore
To others unknown
A place that I love
A place that's my own

There I live
And there will I die
In middle earth
My heart will lie
 Jun 2015 surpratik
Eiliv Advena
What I can feel
I've never felt before
This burning desire
I just can't ignore

It must be a spell
Cast from hell
What else could this be
Who has taken hold of me

This evil temptation
I cannot resist
You must truly be
The most evil witch

Your enchanting eyes
And irresistible lips
That dark blonde hair
And those beautiful hips

But I have to resist
I have to be strong
Before I do something terribly wrong
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