"amit" poems
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Colours curdling, water washing every *****
Out of us evil ever going and playing on
Land of character cherished by coloured lawn.
What a scene to see! Gracious glory gone
If you miss this mesmerizing festival upon
A folly. Foolish will be called such a conn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Holy played in school is highly pleasing crayon,
For Kinar, Aayushi, Kunal. Aryan or John.
Monorhyme has one colour, holi many micron.
Mital, Mitesh, Vaikhu, SIddhu, Saurabh are don.
This day even principal thinks to prevent throne
And join joy with teachers - see anxiety thrown.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Songs, screams; dance, D.J.; homage and hymn on;
This day with Holika heavy burdens and sins thrown.
Cruel Hiranyakashyapa was killed; glory was won.
Kunal, Arpita, Sandeep, Amit and Shreyas on lawn
Play water and colours with cool Pari’s scone
In Jalgaon, Agra, Kanpur, Karanja, Surat or Bonn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 4:22 AM UTC
I feel humility has hit a brickwall
in the wake of technology
and empathy is out cold
The reprecussions far from decent
It's reality TV on speed
Racing with our conscious
Deluded minds recognize with a
Virtual exsistence
As a human I amit this
in the hopes the message will wake
the warped sims
and help them find discipline
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
Narrative Reportage for 8/2/2018
Home is the word we love to hear:
The dreams are never over,
They are always a break through: after the tears:
An x is lodge in our heads was it the,
rock, a tree, or the hidden board,
Time welt serve: time to cash in
Time uproot the rocks
that tree and those loose boards
would this be a happy ending?
You had choose the life of crime
The crime didn’t nail itself
Every day a black man
Under the age of twenty
Pulls the trigger, they turned off the light
He longs to return to his mother womb:
I see the love of their mothers
While she holds their hands at age three
at age twenty three I see the replacement :
the chrome bracelets: the resentment
Neflex the new society wants us to believe that orange is the new black:
**“Our ancestors have invented, we can at least innovate.”
― Amit Kalantri**
**“Oh Child
Look within
Find your ForeMothers
Find them
Find them”
― Malebo Sephodi**
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
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Michael Fried
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Julia de Burgos
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Keith Waldrop (b. 1932)
Shipwreck in Haven, Part Four
“Majesty”
Susan Hahn
Anthem
Alice Lyons
Developers
The Boom and After the Boom
Walt Whitman (1819–1892)
When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Kazim Ali (b. 1971)
Ramadan
Speech
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)
Aftermath
Hymn to the Night
Sharon Olds (b. 1942)
I Could Not Tell
Chamber Thicket
Billy Collins (b. 1941)
Silence
Reading an Anthology of Chinese Poems of the Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire the Length and Clarity of Their Titles
Corina Copp
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Dorothea Grossman (1937–2012)
I have to tell you
For Allen Ginsberg
Bridget Lowe
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Diane Burns
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Beth Brant
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Terrance Hayes (b. 1971)
Stick Elegy
Cocktails with Orpheus
Ann Taylor (1782–1866)
The Baby's Dance
The Cut
Chrystos
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Amit Majmudar (b. 1979)
The Miscarriage
Instructions to an Artisan
Linda Rodriguez
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
I go to Greece and go to the Amity south. The European Commission, especially the daughter of Venus, the Armenian women's court and the Armenian women. Eric, born in Kenya and the United States was born
in a red and red horse. Search Engine Engineer: In the city of Arctale,
USA, a missile shield will be used, which will use two dual US soldiers
and American logos each time. United States, Kenya, Near East, Justin
Yu Galilee 4, 200, Cancer Study. Georgia, the United States, Green Nine, Douglas Canton, the United States, Great Britain, Australia, Ireland, and four southern countries. Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canadian Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Venice, Venice, Canada Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada,
Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada, Red and Red Horses.
The names of the competitions concentrate on the central research
center, soldiers and US $ 200 million explosions.
I will go to Greece and head for Amit in the south.
The palace of Europe, especially the son of Venus,
the tower of Islam is the love of Armenian women
and Armenian women in Spain. Born in Kenya
and the United States, Eric was born in red and red horses.
Search engineer research system: legal UUU for US
warrior and generalized rocket rally in Armenia
when using two languages in USGP Luxembourg.
USA, Kenya, the Middle East, Justin UU Galileo 4, 200,
cancer research. George in the United States, Green Noah,
Douglas Canary, United Nations, the UK, the UK,
Australia, Ireland, the four countries in the south.
Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada Canada Canada
Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada Canada
Children of Venus, Armenian Women and Armenian
Spain. Born in Kenya and the US including DSL,
Eric was born in red and raised with red horses.
The name of the competition is the Central Research
Center, soldiers and the US GPU have 200 billion frets.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
See my cool family, Pari or Emily.
Father is the head of the family
Mother is the tail of it. Like simile
They work for one another early
Keeping all things together surely.
All children and grandparents lively
Are the bogies of this train Charlie.
All guests are passengers in hurry
Who come and go without fury.
Such people are good and chilly
Whom you can find in wood easily.
Daughters, sons are joy sheer to see.
Mitesh, Kunal and Siddu speak eagerly,
Pallu, Paisa, Deepu and Apu are showy,
All my cousins with Mital and Vaikhari
Punam, Amit and Shau talk truth clearly.
But the Family is never ending journey
The elders are turning on its cool key.
I too am a member of such dear Family
And would invite to join it Sam or Lily;
See my cool family, Pari or Emily.
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
Mi az ördög történt, gondoltam ott
és akkor; felderengett előttem egy tengerpart,
amit már nem látogatunk meg, de te
csak tovább ontod magadból a bullshitet
egy írógép lélekölő kattogásának ritmusára
a sajnálatodat egy piros kupaknak látom
hófehér homokszemek rengetegében, jézusom,
mennyire lassan telik az idő így a huszonnegyedik órában
hát nincsen benned semmi kétség? atyaég,
de utálom jó ideje ezt a szobát,
csak ne lenne ilyen szűk a komfortzóna
a te szavaid visszhangozza a koponyám csendje
s én a döbbenettől felnevetek: emlékszel még?!
nincsen ennek semmi értelme, milyen jó anya lennék,
mondod; az olasz riviérán hunyorogtam volna a messzeségbe,
ha nem dobod el magadtól a lehetőségét
istenem, te-nem, te nem tűntél ilyennek ezelőtt
- és mi lenne igaz azután, hogy még te is, aki
kötelet fontál velem a távolságból, te
elengeded a végét és nézed, ahogy zuhanok
megmentettelek volna önmagadtól is, ha hagyod
ránk nehezedni a boldogság súlyát, akartad?
valaha is, vagy nem is, de bevallhatod, hogy találtál mást
felveszlek a földről és recéid számolom
szénné égett valóságok között ficánkoló remény,
amit a beléd vetett hitem táplált, mióta
egy kurva nagy találkozásból születtünk újra
milyen üresen tátong a tér a fátyol mögött
lassan csordogál medrében a néma odaadás,
ahogy távozni készülsz még utoljára, kedvesen
szólsz hozzám, ne veszítsük el egymást, kataklizmám
voltál s leszel az örökkévalóságig, hisz tudod, de én
már csak a vállad fölé képzelem óvatosan
nem fáraszt többé a gondolat, hogy te is el -
hagysz, amint a nap felbukkan sivár léted
általam felvirágoztatott hajnalán.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
Deepakshi,Mahima,Shivi,Siddhi,Kshma,Shreya,Kanishka
I wish we tie until we die.
Even after death we become ghosts and tie,
I wish even after death we tie.
Those memories together I wish they don't die,
I wish we tie until we die.
Kinshuk,Kartik,Ansh, Rajat, Abhay,Amit,Sahil,Yuvraj,
My brothers I wish we make the strongest bond.
I wish we tie until we die.
Time would pass but memories don't die,
I wish we die until we die.
Lunch during lectures,gossip while teachers teaching, punishment altogether, those morning assemblies.
I wish those memories remain after times flies.
I wish we tie until we die.
Akash and Tanmay of our class are smarties
They solve our fights and our the entertainers.
Deepakshi,Mahima,Kanishka thanks for this adorable friendship of yours.
Siddhi our fights big or small I am sorry for all.
Your friendship gave me many memories thanks for all.
Shivi your caring nature gave me to learn a lot,
Shruti in class I really miss you a lot.
Kshma I love your company sis,
And you will be very successful one day I know this.
Shreya you are a great companion
And a great chatter box.
I love your company a lot.
Kinshuk Amit your are the best brother I got,
and I really love you a lot.
Yuvi Rajat Abhay brothers thanks for the support I got,
And i really appreciate it a lot.
Kartik,Ansh in class you are really missed a lot,
Brothers I really love you a lot.
Thanks for this adorable friendship you all,
I really love it a lot.
I wish we tie until we die
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
"For the brain the observer is the observed."
~ Krishnamurti
"You've got to start with consciousness."
"Without ego there is no creativity."
" Through Memory and Perception...consciousness becomes embodied."
"It's a mystery how consciousness becomes embodied."
"The universe has a Purpose: to manifest the highest Ideals !"
~ Dr. Amit Goswami
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Amit Narayan Satpathy Poems
Published 51 Drafts 7
Amit Narayan Satpathy now
Untitled
O the sky has filled me with light
I will fill the sky with songs
O the colours of notes
Will I cut through
The winds!
O the colours of dance
Cut through the air!
O palash,o palash
O the peaks of
The coloured colours
O you spread fire
In directions
All that are there
O the raga raginis
Of my heart
Are colored
With colorful tunes!
O in the southerly winds
The shivering flower
Forests don't stop!
O in the golden radiance
In the blue skies
The nupur of young leaves
Is heard!
O shirish,o shirish!
In the interval of gentle smiles!
You fill the airs
With your scent!
O your scent in my words
My heart pulls me there!
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Naprol napra jobban megvagyok gyozodve hogy isten szeret, ha fulem siket is e szeretre, hirvivo angyalt valaszt. Csak nekem formalva hogy mindenkepp megertsem. Íly onzetlen fenseges szeretet vajon kis szivem elbirja majd? Ugy erzem szetrobban, viszonozni szeretnem. Amit ugy tudok a legjobban ha boldogsagommal konyeket csalok szemebe
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
To be or not to be.
To admit or not to amit.
To try or not to try.
All parables within our minds.
Jesus, used them to pinpoint ours thoughts.
To see just where we were at?
How do you find eternal life?
And when he responded to the question?
The one that asked?
Wasn't so into the truth of reality.
All he stated was to give up materialistic things.
And focus upon God.
Truth lies, within Jesus parable.
If you feel last.
Realize you are first.
It just depends upon your direction.
To walk after anyone means you're follower.
Than to be walked after means you're a leader.
Jesus forever be that one to walk behind.
If you stay focus on him in body, soul and mind.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 9:35 PM UTC
Sanmati is my angle’s name. She never
Analyses her problem without sure.
Neither does she answer anyone directly;
Mediates before speaking desperately.
Amit is her uncle’s name. Smart is he
Though teaches him how to be.
I am proud father and Kavita her mother.
Savita is her grandmother who bother
Always for her betterment. We all
Negotiate for her better stroll
Knowing how the future world be.
Either ways are taught to be free
Truth and honesty being you see.
“Jai Jinendra” is the first word
All we speak before tea or curd.
I am sure her grandpa Deshbhushan
Needs her help when he in tension.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC
"Without meditation life is a brief candle, with deep meditation life is an eternal light."
-somebody in the comment section of youtube quoting Amit Ray
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC
You have your ways to invade my deepest slumber.
Leaving me there to wonder..
The imprints of your reflection an traces.
As the reflection through resurrection shows the past perfection id thought were erased.
Two Soul's departure but trying to ignore the torture but id amit its getting harder...
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
Amit Narayan Satpathy Poems
Published 50 Drafts 6
Amit Narayan Satpathy 32m
Untitled
O today spring awakes
At my door!
O in your bounded
Hounded life
Don't let it
Stop o please!
O open the doors of heart
Today open!
O today forget mine and yours
O forget!
O in these
Song swayed skies!
O let the waves of your scent
Go up
O this outside world
Losing its direction
O unleash
Your sweetness
O unleash!
O this forested sorrow
In the midst of woods
O plays itself
Today
In every leaf
O looking in whose path
In the distant skies
O the southerly winds
Have touched my soul!
O they travel
To whose doors
Asking for what?
O this night
Overflowing with scent
O under whose feet
On the earth
Have they risen!
O beautiful appealing
Silent
You call out
In a deep voice
To whom?
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC