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Rana roy Jan 2020
I love the idea of hellopoetry.com. a virtual place to share intellects. A place where no personal attack takes place like FB, TWITTER etc, however classical criticism is always welcome for literary works.  A poet is a vestibule between meta and readers..hence rudeness, fight, copyright infridgement, grey marketing etc has no place here ......if ever possible we will meet in person in this hackneyed world to share more beautiful moments, poetry, music.....so nice.....love and peace
Rana roy Jan 2020
Guess I’m. “Riders on the storm”
“All my blue sky” is turned grayish black
“Wish you were here” chants my mind
“Time” is ticking away on the clock.

“Hey Jude”, where you ought to be
Is “China grove” your destiny?
Path is blocked by “The wall”
Comes “Desolation row”, through rusted chimney.

“Stir it up”, “no woman no cries”
Wounded you, “Stand up for your right”
“I shot the sheriff”, deputy disappears
In the “White room”, child curls in fright.

Leisure ushers when I’m “Comfortably numb”
“I’m a blind man”, bullets succumb
“Soldier of the fortune” I wait to be calm
“Great gig in the sky”, love returns.
Rana roy Jan 2020
Far
Ashes in horizon,  blurry eyes.
Hazy you, silence cries.
Love over gold, diamond shines
Touch of the brush, painter divine...

Kiss is at stakes, winter dries
Moon fathoms sun, feels the agony
Bones are cold, heart is fried
Have i loved you? Or just tried

Longing for you, for long, forever!
Feels unequal, in lines of the ledger.
Toxic epoch rides emotional lader
Me within I, a motionless redder.

No direction home, Bob sings at ease
Lonesome hobo, some dimes in hip.
Mountain to the sea, he never creeps
Flickering candle, empty bottle weeps......
Rana roy Dec 2019
Folds are to be unfurled.
Unleash the untold
Lies to be tarnished
Truths to get scrolled.

Homeless to get shelter
A safe, cozy, warm bed
Hungers to be fed
With milk, butter and bread

Beast and savage attack
We shield fearlessly
Powerful to be desisted
Poor’s live gallantly

Find the wretched leaders
Ask relentlessly for the rights
Don’t leave the thugs easily
Pride and prejudice, in fright.

May someone gets killed
Or someone loses his arm
We will not appease any
Wash out, parasites and germs.
This is a protest against all the powerful leaders of the present world who are in a destructive mode.....Not happening because the world is a beautiful place to live, for everyone.....Love and peace
Rana roy Dec 2019
A pipe full of green.
Smoke! oozing to oblivion
Showering green blessings
Vision hazy, blue rain calling

No moral works. Soul sacrifice
Fusion in horizon, synchronized grip
Friends and foes, appear in dream
Blurred uncanny voices, echoing

Relentless journey, leech ***** the blood
Rich remain rich, poor dies in flood
Cluttered society, incoherent patriotism
Voice is choked, strangulated…….
Rana roy Dec 2019
They are labors the voice of my own
People call working man, inserts hatred upon.
Some says proletariat, someone calls communist
Pain hurts and hurts thy the pain, chokes in tears gallon

Master of all said, society amongst all and equal
Evils turned and destroyed the prophecies
Since then travelling through the darkened betrayal
Time passes through blacken roads of ***** politics……

Truth can’t be buried when hands together (of labors) prevails.
Tortured bodies dead or alive, protest diplomatic games
Powerful and powers is seen and hated, no-more under veils
Happy with a window a broken door, none is to be blamed.

Heart goes out to my brothers and mates, who are in distress
In cruelties of capitalism, we build our place accolade.
We are happy and harmonious, travelling the roads of wisdom
Equal is everyone, no supreme or demon, and no-one to forget……
Rana roy Dec 2019
Someone’s existence to be felt from far of distance
Masse’s morality stinks of power and lust
Love exists with money, fame, skin, age and race???
Not a mere relation, a philosophical quench, a singular’s thirst.

I love that girl, sales flower across the street
Her skillful hands crafts, “joy and woe are woven fine”
Sad pair of eyes glares with pain, so divine a treat
Is this love! Won’t fade away, remains a sacred wine?

Can’t touch you, won’t feel you, at top of my lungs I say I love you
I dream, I scream, sounds futile never ever reaches through
Whether I’m a rambling man, a hobo, a hippie beat or a communist
As a One in love of two babe, this is all for a loner’s gist.
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