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Despair Feb 8
Addled sapphire
blends with skies of
severed cerulean.
Morning dew tides
into my slivered lungs.
The mire, borne
from past reflections,
that snap from my memory
like broken ribbons.
Pastures of azure
amidst agony, frozen
within a monster’s jaws.
Its frostbite fades into my
veins.
Again, within these beryl
everglades cannot move.
I cannot see you.
Where have you gone?
This air, it blisters
Into my lungs and
benumbs me.
And still, I run.
Accept my feelings,
here and now.
And in parting, let me vow
that in a night
or in a day
if you vanish
or if you stay
in my death
when my flesh is gray
you will see me in your everglades.
I run
in search of you.
within the moor
and its creek of dreams.
lucent crystal cannot hold
my shivering bodies
it breaks beneath me.
bubbles. . . water. . .
flooding
flooding
flooding
into my body.
again?

Addled sapphire
blends with skies of
severed cerulean.
Morning dew tides
into my slivered lungs.
The mire, borne
from past reflections,
that snap from my memory
like broken ribbons.
Pastures of azure
amidst agony, frozen
within a monster’s jaws.
Its frostbite fades into my
veins.
Again, within these beryl
everglades?I can never move.
not truly.
I can never see you.
You are always gone.
This air, it blisters
Into my lungs and
benumbs me.
colder… colder
growing colder.
And still, I run
And still. I run?
Through the swamp
Through the trees
Through this forest
Of shattered dreams.
Why… do I run?
It’s not for father.
It’s not for mother.
It’s not for the god?Who never bothered.
bones splinter into my feet
tattered teeth from
children’s skulls,
and broken cartilage from?ah. I see.
this body isn’t just one of
mine,
It’s one of many.
hair, as fine as a violin’s
bow.
Feelings – left behind.
Somewhere.
Keen frost sinks in
its unforgiving fangs.
I succumb to the cold.
This Great Mire
consumes me.
again. again. again. again.

Addled sapphire
blends with skies of
severed cerulean.
Morning dew tides
into my slivered lungs.
The mire, borne
from past reflections,
that snap from my memory
like broken ribbons.
Pastures of azure
amidst agony, frozen
within a monster’s jaws.
Its frostbite fades into my
veins.
Again, within these beryl everglades
Enough.
Enough..
Enough!
Please.
I beg of you.
Enough is enough!

High above,
The harvest moon shines.
And I see it reflected,
within your scarlet eyes.
A face I cannot see,
Another mind, presented.
Like a dream within a
dream.
Residual thoughts tremor
Through lost woods
Of muddled blue.
You offer me a tome,
Bound in black stardust.
Its words its whispers
Like a serpent’s soft sigh.

“For each word that you
read,
You will yearn,
your blood will burn.
For my knowledge
Of perception.
Hand over your heart,
If you truly wish to learn.
It matters not how you
plead,
If you oblige by this
serpent’s creed.
Your only form of
payment is to bleed.”
Fooled by your black sugar
That covers my eyes
You tricked me.
For the tome that I opened,
its pages,
Much like my own soul,
Are vacant.
And the water floods into
My lungs
Again.
Empty words dissipating
Upon the surface of the
mire.

Addled sapphire
blends with skies of
severed cerulean.
Morning dew tides
into my slivered lungs.
The mire, borne
from past reflections,
that snap from my memory
like broken ribbons.
A child’s ribbon, torn from
her hair.
Ah.
I knew I had left these
thoughts,
Somewhere.
A book without words.
A mind without answers.
My tears hit the
parchment,
And text froths to the
surface.
A story.
I see a story here.
Its words reflecting
within shadows of blue-green.
And now,
Only now.
Do I see what you mean.
If I must repeat
This elegy.
If my pen cannot
Produce ink
Without agony is this vice worth taking?
And are these feelings
worth understanding?

Addled sapphire
blends with skies of
severed cerulean.
Morning dew tides
into my slivered lungs.
The skies are borne
from past reflections,
I can no longer remember
who the reflection is.
I have found myself,
Alas,
My soul remains,
Frozen within
This Elegy of the Glades.
My tears,
Turned to crystals
Within the mire.

Addled sapphire
blends with skies of
severed cerulean.
Skies that I reside within
Now, and forever
Based on a reoccurring dream.
Nargis Parveen Aug 2019
Hey boy! It's your sunglass
That tells me, "Helen, you are so marvellous!"
I am not Helen, not at all,
Is it love that makes you to do wrong call?

Hey boy! It's your lips burnt by cigarette,
Like the allied foeces of second world war to target
The German **** camp for destruction,
And to spread in the world love, divine emotion.

Hey boy! It's your fashionable wristwatch
That tells me, "O queen! Come and take my touch.
I move around you as the clock does,
Only a boy in this heart makes me buzz.

A landslide love benumbs the whole universe sorrounding,
Among the rustle of fallen leaves painful past is sounding.
Who has given me a skyful love?
All the time an illusory song is being sung by a dove.
Bijoylakshmi Das Jan 2020
A FERVENT APPEAL
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Call me  Invisible to my distant dreamland of divine Bliss,
Where rapture plays with resplendent hue,
Everywhere vibrant the Song of symphony -
Of a Mystic melody christened by you.
All is complacent, all is pleasing
Dawn wakes up in its pinkish joy
All-encompassing!

Paint not the marvel Oh earthly Painter -
It's Seraph-enchanting  delight,
Stop a while to see it smile
Vast, bewitching which benumbs your mortal sight.
Your painting brushes and colours fail to catch,
The Intangible's dewy touch at every little glance.
Seems as if a flickering glimpse soon to fade away,
Nature's amazing never-ending play.
All is ecstasy, pure and sublime,
The voiceless Voice's unending rhyme.

Build no more castles Oh Mortal Dweller -
Waste not mortar, brick and plaster around you,
You will fail to catch each and every endeavour -
The One weaves around you.
He moons in the glory of His Omnipotence!
The Guiding Principle All-Transcendent!

The countless drops of nectar drip from the heavenly Blue
Wings your moments with celestial mirth,
An aureate rhapsody is in resonance
In the midst of musical symmetry of a new Earth.
Dazzels her visage in the beatific brilliance
The symbolic Godhead's Cosmic Dance!

The breeze blossomed with flowers of elegance
The Moon sends angelic carols from above,
The Golden Bridge joins Earth to Sky
Promising sunbeams of Divine Love.
All is changing like lightening fast,
Things in decadence forgotten and buried in distant past.

The falling cascades dance no more violent and wild
The Zephyr murmurs soft solemn muse mild
In her most childlike innocence,
The Creation's Harmony has long been broken and cast aside
By a demoniac devilish dance.
Hidden in the dark depth a future flamboyant -
Evolves out despite man-made reluctance.

Oh Man! Fallen and derelict
Make no more any uproar,
With your fictitious ambitions high
Dr Faustus in mortal fear!
Forgotten your goal,
"The choice is imperative :Truth or Abyss, be dead sure".
Life human given to you as a boon
The Providence alert, try not to gain at the cost of the other.
All have equal rights to live
All are being looked after -
By the never-dropping eyelids of the Unique Master.
In His realm, silence reigns sovereign,
He sits silent but He is Supreme.
The toughest Master for the Man-Monster,
The deadliest Devil for the devilish Being.
He is magnificent, unique
He too is mean.
The One formidable King!
He is Seer, He is seen.
He is Player, He is the play-thing.
You are tiny specks of dust at His Snare -
To be thrown away as an amusement thing.
Play no more your tricks with the dreadful Dear,
Disclose not the itinerary of your childish chore,
He knows the best -
How to thrash you, cast you away
and bring you back ashore
And do all the best.

The Seer Immortal
Sits in the immobile Vast,
The One Omnipotent!
Can throw off your EGO ascendant.
He can make your life a hell of turmoil
Or a meaningful Whole.
You are ever at His door,
Do surrender
And hearken to His Clarion Call.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Haridwar, 21.06.2019)
Nargis Parveen Jan 2020
Encircling me who plays?
It cruelly slays.
It slays me,
I can't flee.

I feel all around a killer,
Who says love is a healer?
Often love seems a paint,
Is it demon or saint?

It paints my world gorgeous,
I see all the things beauteous.
Denying looming rudeness of earth,
It rains like the blessing in dearth.

I feel a heavy flood,
An upheaval of my blood.
I pretend to be calm,
But it makes me hum.

Is Love an unseen trap?
Rude realities does it wrap?
Like a drug it benumbs me,
What a lethal emotional spree!

— The End —