Jobira 4d

Love is
a poison
a relentless pain not a passion
Love is
a cruel tyrant and a cancer
who kills mercilessly without care
Love is
A painful ache on your chest
a pain that tears your heart apart
Love is
a dry weather that brings drought
which chokes rainfalls above in your sight
Love is
a drug that numbs your nerves
denying you of your basic needs
like eating
and sleeping or thinking
even simple feeling
a messy destruction that
rearranging your way of living

Despite its cruelty
Love is the only thing
with an everlasting beauty

What is love, in your own definition?

@jobiranyc (9/14/2017)

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Jobira 5d

I will take you away
From all the resentments and prey
For I love you so much to keep you at my bay
And forever make you smile without a tiring delay

Come run away with me
To explore the world beyond the reaching sea
As I'm waiting for you at the door and
Do not hesitate no more
Take my hands and don't let go
Let this smile on your face remain a glow
For I am here to stay
And I promise to give you all
Anything you wish that's under my control
No matter how big or small
I will never leave you alone
Even if the sky would fall
For I am here to stay
That's my promise,
when I take you far, far away

Now I am here my love
To embrace you with sweet gentle kisses
I have come to take you far, far away
To a promised land of fantasy play
Where oceans are silently dancing
To an oasis garden where birds
Are harmonizing and melodiously romancing
Under the blue sky and star filled night
When our soul will finally unite
In our divine universe
You and I, alone lost in our courses
In the expedition of twosome converse

@jobiranyc (9/14/2017)

This poem is inspired or more like a response to Seema's
"Take Me Away"  look it up under #weather #thoughts #season

I loved reading that poem, which is full of rich imagination and Seema is surprisingly liked the idea of a response to her poem, and even helped me with revising my poem.

I am forever thankfull for your inspirations and insights, Seema!!!
Subrat Aug 29

Holding her waist
Pulling her closer
Hands moving all over her
Trying to feel every part of  her
Tongue shying to enter
Eyes refusing to open
Mind wants to calm
Holding her soft palm
Let my world reside in her
For I'll always be her lover

Ksjpari Aug 14

Never behaved in the school porcine;
Had wise words for everyone to opine;
Full of wise thoughts and memories refine;
Rachana Sharma is ready without any supine.
Progress she made in the school is an eyesore
Even the trustees could no longer ignore
Her help for others whom she was a saviour.
For 8 years she was ever my dear mentor
From whom I learnt how to continuously grin
In adverse situations and start from begin
So that new fight and efforts lead you to win.
Earlier she was looking like a pumpkin
But now she managed her past score
Looking beautiful and smart with ore
Which she always gets from her boudoir
And her body and mind gets contour.
She is my inspiration she is my adoration
She is the best lady as a friend in isolation.
A good mentor and nice for nation
Is none other than Rachana - a sensation.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Ksjpari Aug 14

Among all cousins of mine in a lane
There is he very profound, and plain.
Strong though shows none in skein;
Always ready for hospitability in rain
Without thinking for self even if slain.
Had a son and a daughter – both reign
His kingdom and never wished to deign.
My Bhabhi is a great soul – decent again;
Never spoke a bad word – is a gem in pane.
All the family tries to help others in arraign.
Thanks to god for such sweet family to attain.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.
Ksjpari Aug 14

Sanmati, my messenger, is no more a milksop.
Ardent though is she never will yawp.
Nagging sometimes though in some shop.
Merrily walks in crowd alone till atop.
Amends her needs; tackles one with strop-
Till he agrees with her, else does lop.
In always high spirits, ready to swop
Joy or sorrow equally treats like gumdrop.
Angry if treats us like a bellhop
In our home or out, but never plop
Nor cry in public to show us flop.

I am developing a new style of writing poetry where ending words of a line rhyme with one another, at least in last sound. I named it Pari Style. Hope readers will like it. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style. Thanks for your inspiring, kind, soft fingers.

Few relations are your identity,
The serendipity!
Few  relations  are  fake,
Just namesake!
Few don't have name,
Yet flame!

a night of horror when closer to an edge
why post hale is frost and sessions ready grow indelibly  
but this graph of tornadic activities is in seasons that link with terror

as these sounds are supposed  
dead by nightfall there in rounds a vacuum as a bog
with the stream in time always lore
that hinds are grouped
and in deep silver rose heart but with matching lines
this cryptic fisher afield puissance
en route to parallel city of god

BSeuss Jul 9

Welcome to gorilla garden.
King Lions roam like lone wolves,
Some wolves are crowned like the head of their pride.
Few bears are curios, like your common cat.
Some giant killer kats are kind,
Some giant kats aren't killers.
A bear can sound like a dog barking, a cat purring, or you might barely hear a crow craw before you're mauled for being far to close to the cubs.
There's ants the size of pizza pockets.
And garfield hates lasanga because he got his name from never leaving the
feild he was born in; such a stubborn
Gar; born in a pond in the middle of a field, refusing to be carried to freshwaters in America.

Welcome to Gorilla Garden.

In here, family is king.
Not pride, not packs, not flocks no colonies.
Snakes are welcome, as long as they don't cause twinge.

3 a.m Web of thought
Her

I ask 'Relation'
You say 'Us'.

I ask 'Love'
You show 'Her'.

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