#symphony
Neither can you fathom my presence
(original Na Tum Hame Jaano by Hemant Kumar)
-Translated by Pulak Patra(Asher Graves).
Neither can you fathom my presence…,
nor can I unravel your essence...
But it seems,
as if I have,
found myself a companion.
Neither can you fathom my presence, nor can I unravel your essence.
But it seems, as if I have, found myself a companion.
These seasons, these nights they stay silent.
These words, reverberating in your lips, they stay silent.
The silence now narrates a fable unforeseen.
These seasons, these nights they stay silent.
These words, reverberating in your lips, they stay silent.
The silence now narrates a fable unforeseen.
Eyes have now become the tongue of the heart.
Neither can you fathom my presence, nor can I unravel your essence.
But it seems, as if I’ve, found myself a companion.
Verily, our stance on the crossroad of love led,
The rendezvous for everyone we once met instead, We now carry the caravan of drifting beating hearts, homestead
Verily, our stance on the crossroad of love led,
The rendezvous for everyone we once met instead, We now carry the caravan of drifting beating hearts, homestead
On a voyage now go those two,
And nobody, could ever know, where to.
Neither can you fathom my presence,
nor can I unravel your essence.
But it seems,
as if I have,
found myself a companion.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC
Fireflies dance beneath the moonlit sky
Their firey tails blazing thousands of suns
Flashing in harmonious rhythm
To a song known only to spirits of the forest
Where trees root themselves to a verdelant chorus
Swaying in soft waltz as the wind caresses green boughs
Groaning under the weight of the starry firmament
<A reflection from above to what is below>
An infinity of dazzling diamonds winking in starlight
Tune themselves to the melody of distant earth
Where moon bathes the world in grey washed relief
Illuminating the new born fawn that prances in sync
To his mother's cautious attention
Her eyes reflecting love in full as Luna guards her young
Beneath the light of midnight
Behind her, a chirping symphony of raucous crickets
Reached a vibrating crescendo which echoes across the land
A ringing accompaniment to the bass dravel of the wayward toad
Whose thump, thumping excites the prowling fox
To pounce about in a furry pirouette in an attempt to seize the treble
Of the screeching barn owl that cuts through the night
Spinning in a controlled dive bomb of deadly talons
Searching for their late night victim whose screams
Provide the lyrical movement to which nature plays master
To the goings on of life, beyond the light of the day
In the distance, a lone whippoorwill cries in anguish
As the sun rises and dawn brings an end to his song
Whip
Whip
Whippoorwill
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
Dark... Silent... Cold... yet it is the most beautiful piece of music ever orchestrated...
In its darkness I see light, more pure and precious than that of diamond stones,
In its silence I hear sound, both sweet and somber as that of an old nistolgic memory,
In its coldness I feel warmth, comfy yet confound which softens even the hardest of hearts,
Each time I hear the cosmic strings play a feeling of isolation surrounds me, though seeing the arranged symphony of it all brings me gentle comfort...
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:45 PM UTC
Violins sound
Stringing a melody
Piano accompanies
Chords echoing
Layers building
Creating a symphony
Touching the soul
Piece by peace
Eyes closed
Immersed in the music
Calm is found
Heartbeat settling
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 4:36 AM UTC
A tingling wind chime
echoes in the back of my head.
The far-off tuba hum,
trapped behind my eyes.
I learnt to play my jukebox mind like a keyboard,
daring to turn up its volume again and listen.
I’m still a novice – my touch
a floating rustle of leaves – unsure
this score is actually mine.
Sorry if I seem slow
when I can't filter your mixed signals.
Sorry if I seem lost
while winding an intermezzo of thoughts.
Your voice a crackling signal
on the same channel as ideas.
It’s exhausting
having a street orchestra roaming
the unguarded caverns of my thinking.
Still, it’ll be worth it – my guilty pleasure –
when I pick up chords, when I pull the right strings,
when I savour symphonies no one else hears.
Or do you?
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 7:09 AM UTC
My sternum hums at 2 AM
A frequency only my ribs can hear
I press my palm against bone
Feel the vibration like a trapped bird
My lungs have learned to fold
Origami organs making space
For all the air I forgot to breathe
For all the words I swallowed whole
The skin between
My thumb and index finger
Thinned from wringing hands
Now transparent enough to see
The blue rivers rushing beneath
My jaw clicks when I lie
A tiny betrayal in the hinge
Mouth opening before permission
Closing around unsaid prayers
My throat holds a third option
That lives in the space between
Swallowing and screaming
The bruises on my thighs
Developed their own language
Purple hieroglyphs explaining
What my lips refuse to translate
My heartbeat learned Morse code
Tapping messages against my ribs
SOS but nobody's listening
Or maybe nobody knows
How to read it
My stomach contains knots
That aren't metaphor
Actual twisting
Like rope trying to hang itself
My eyes have started unfocusing
As if looking at something
Just beyond the edge of vision
Something only I can see
My body is a house
Haunted by its owner
And I keep walking through rooms
Wondering who keeps
Breaking the glass
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 2:57 AM UTC
In Your Smile, My Dear
In your smile, my dear,
I See infinite beauty,
Sublime dreams,
Happiness,
And hidden secrets.
In your smile, my dear,
I discover a safe haven
And a welcoming home.
I feel an ocean of love,
And the peace of a river.
I hear unspoken words,
Songs of the rain,
And the melodies of the birds.
I see the birth of a new spring,
I smell the fragrance of tulips and roses,
Witness a rainbow of hope and inspiration
Listen to best wishes and heartfelt prayers,
Read thousands of untold stories,
Watch the symphony of nature,
Behold sunshine, the full moon, and twinkling stars.
Hussein Dekmak
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 8:55 AM UTC
From scattered
grains of sand,
dunes arise.
And from a single seed,
forests grow.
Neurons fire,
blind to the
symphonies they sing.
Droplets form rivers
with no single drop
Aware.
And your touch
ripples silence
into storm
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 6:24 PM UTC
Sun-blanketed sheets,
a crumpled map of us,
our bodies
a single braid
beneath.
Yesterday’s coffee
- cold -
but still enough.
Dust waltzing
in the slanted light,
each one
a tiny planet
taking flight.
Your breath,
a slow rhythm
on my skin,
quieting all within.
No need for words,
no need to see—
just this
slow
breathing
symphony.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 11:18 AM UTC
A world void of noise,
Of color and emotion.
The shadows dancing to the silence.
The shores flowing on a rhythmic wave.
It is you.
Your glory and presence
Wiping the soot away.
Filling sinners hearts with
Hopeful intentions.
A promise to your everlasting fortune.
A spiral of notes
Dancing in the wind
Bringing your voice to my ears
As the most beautiful symphony of truths.
The drum beating of my heart
A reminder of your blood
The sacrifice of your life
For my sins.
It is your presence
That shows me how to be the light.
The color and melodies
Of a not to distant land.
To live as you would want us
To show the love you give us
And guide those shadows to your light.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
There once was a man from Zumbrota
Who'd **** down a 2-liter soda,
Then burp up a symphony
By Beethoven winsomely,
From the first bar to the end of the coda.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
He didn't compose a cantata,
A symphony, song, or sonata:
The best of his best
Is a piece that's one rest,
Played _f_ and with a fermata.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
I have never seen an ugly flower
Flowers are always full of grandeur
Flowers are known to be beautiful
All the time, that's stupendously wonderful
All flowers speak a beautiful language
That we all fully comprehend. In this day and age
Everybody is yearning to hear the voice of love
The voice of a symphony coming from above
Yes, everybody loves the language of the flowers
It is a language, a sound of joy between lovers
And friends. Love is at the center of everything
Please keep on dreaming, please keep on speaking
The language of the flowers, the language of all colors
The dialect of the epicureans, the language of all lovers
I only see beautiful flowers in spring, fall, summer and winter
One flower has the power to improve the mood of a lover
Bring a flower to a lover, I guarantee you that you'll be happy
Keep on speaking the language of the flowers to spread unity
Love, respect, peace and the incredible fondness that we all need
Flowers do not discriminate or use foul words. Lead and feed
Inspire and incense the world with the perfume of the flowers
With the aroma of a stylish language and exquisite manners.
Copyright © August 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
With these cold hands I write my symphony
With yours you've made yourself an enemy
And I sat and endured humility
Took the names and the liability.
I took it upon myself to curse and heal
I sat there and built a fever dream
Your words remembrance in my soul
A little fame from you I stole.
And perhaps I wanted you to be seen
In a light that was a little too mean
And I don't blame myself for the betrayal
Because I stood there a little too loyal.
And petty laughs I know you muffle
Ignorance in full throttle
We pray to the same deities but we do it differently
Are we to blame a deity
Or the society
For an unfair calamity
Id rather pretend to be
Almighty.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 1:36 PM UTC
‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🪐༘⋆
Autumn's hue, a season anew,
With friends, we dance, and laugh, and do,
In golden light, our hearts take flight,
As leaves fall soft, a symphony in sight.
The rustle of leaves, a sweet refrain,
We chase, we play, and we gain,
In woods so grand, our souls are freed,
Together we roam, our joy unseated.
The breeze whispers tales of days past,
Our laughter echoes, our joy will last,
As we gather 'neath the setting sun,
Our memories made, our fun is done.
Sep 8, 2024
Sep 8, 2024 at 8:29 PM UTC
I have worked out small talk
two people ask questions
of each other, neither
want an answer to
and without listening
to what the other comes up with
think of the next manoeuvre
until they are locked
in meaningless conversation
that no one can break
like music, a symphony
of nonsense with the guy
on symbols waiting
to crash out at the end
May 16, 2024
May 16, 2024 at 5:39 PM UTC
Symphony tickled his hair,
where he reckoned her perfume stayed.
The thoughts he had in a daydream,
are lost where she laid.
With her beat that skipped his heart,
she tied the strings he had in line,
The sweet 'Eurekas' perched like sharp darts,
she knitted his time and trapped his mind.
Her hemp stitched to his fine lace,
she pulled the thread on his hand.
Soft tucked linen of her rose and haze,
he was resting in her abode of sand.
His ears to her lullabies, rings in her reminisce,
to sing with warmth as they duel.
Her solo piano played the one he missed,
her voice echoed for his jewel.
Not rarely, he sat by her shores hence forth,
to witness her shades of scarlet,
His hand choked the gin in her ode,
and raised the nine clouds to his head.
In silent white garlands and prayers,
She whispered his spirit as her's walked back.
He knew her bliss to caress his twin three years,
when they inked her back to black.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 2:56 AM UTC
In life’s tempest, you’re my guiding light, A testament to love’s unyielding might. Your strength and grace, a beacon true, Through life’s dense fog, I follow you.
Our journey, a winding road we tread, Through joy and sorrow, by love we’re led. Your laughter, your tears, they form our song, In life’s grand symphony, we belong.
Your birthday, another year’s sunrise, A testament to love that never dies. In the night’s vast canvas, you’re my star, A beacon of love, no matter how far.
In your absence’s silence, I discover, A melody sweet, like no other. If memories fade, close to my heart I’ll keep them, In our love’s symphony, emotions run deep.
So here’s to us, to another year of delight, In life’s symphony, you’re my moonlight. I love you, today and always, my dear, In our love’s symphony, I hold you near.
Nov 16, 2023
Nov 16, 2023 at 9:32 PM UTC
Take the Fragrance from the Flowers
and the Garden will lose its Charm.
Take the Hands away from the Clock
and Time won't ring an Alarm.
Take the Violin, from the Symphony
and the Dance Floor begins to Sigh.
Take the Rain, from the April Showers
and the Ground will begin to Cry.
Take the Tidal Waves, from the Ocean
and the Waters will be Calm and Still.
Take the Landscape from the Mountains
and the Sun won't set behind the Hill.
If U take away My Heart.
The beatings are still there Within.
I'll Love U forever and ever,
As your Heart is neatly tucked In.
Sep 1, 2023
Sep 1, 2023 at 8:28 AM UTC
I love you like the sun loves the day
I love you the way morning meets my windows
and then my face
The way the stars stay faithful to the night sky
How the spring greets the summer and bleeds to fall
Like the breeze that passes through trees
Caressing gently the autumn leaves
Springs polite decline to winters invite
A harmonic fight
I love you like the way the darkness is pierced by the light
Every time you smile my heart takes flight
Love like a movie
Black and white
Bursts of colour
Soundtrack to my life
I love you every time my heart beats
Constantly, consistently, fiercely, calmly, bravely, quietly… with every adjective and all their synonyms
With every vessel and part of me
I love you every time my heart beats.
Love like a symphony
I hear it every time you breathe
You’re the conductor
Pulling on my heartstrings
The sound of your heartbeat
My loves lifeline
Till the end of time
Because I love you.
I love you every time my heart beats.
© Raffi
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 4:20 AM UTC
I heard your music
Off-key and beat behind tune
I still tapped my feet
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 7:39 PM UTC
His memories echo in yesterday's silence,
An abyss of agony singing in her wake,
Forgotten symphonies.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 3:36 PM UTC
The Luscious Scottish greenery is seeping into my coal black machinery
The surreal natural beauty surrounds my adopted and cold cruelty
I cautiously wandered to the Scottish Moor to try and find a teetotal cure
But it seems I have brought my terminal self with me,
I still continously play my sickening and bitter symphony
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 9:25 AM UTC