"literatures" poems
Years had come,and passed by
Like staggering waves
Rolling on troubled oceans
Yet,through all these years
You never bothered to look for
Or even called to ask
If am living or gone
When you know,
Now and then,will my ears ache
Just to hear your soft soothing words
For every word you have uttered then
Had enlighten and brighten my days
I become totally a foolery of your glamours
And you managed to mesmerized me by your magic
Then you spellbounded me by your stout love
No wonder,every thought of you
Excites my senses
But
Realizing how cruel
Love had grown these days
i sit in utter amazement
And watch red candles burn
As their wax falls and bades farewells to theirselves
Then i remembered the first day you said to me"I love you"
I've searched thoroughly
Through all books
Of distinguished literatures
Sciences and even religion
And leafed through card of motley sizes
Just to convey my deep-seated feelings for you
But
It saddens
Me so much
When I hear you spews
So much hate for me now
When you seat In the midst of your friends
Yet
All I had done
Was to love you wholly
And I still do now
I've become brittle
Like a rusting alloy
When thoughts of you
Drift through the lanes of my mind
At dawn,when I lie alone on these
Wilderness I call "bed"
Though
I know not much
All I know is am left
With the remains of your emotions
And I'm oblivious of their sojurn
It's
So hard to see red candles
Burn throughout the night with no end
When the flames whirls
In the midst of darkness and part off
For
What is it to be in love?
When all what
It brings is nothing but grief
And swaddle your very last breath
At the tunnels of it exit
Swollen sense
Yet full of nothing
When I stride in the darkness
Alone
With timed-bomb candles in search of what seems to be golden
Midnight Candle
©Linda Amony & Historian E.Lexano
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
I think I'll go across the sea,
And study music in Italy.
Leave with only the clothes on my back,
My jacket pocket full of little literatures.
Or should I study English arts,
In England?
I doubt I'd read much,
There's not a lot to see in a London fog.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 11:04 AM UTC
Vanilla mint chai
the taste attaches
to refracted light
from the gothic stained glass
Ornate banisters
mingle with the curves
of human perspective
human inspiration
Golden tunes
pulse my brain to desire
a crawl between literatures
into historical corridors
To escape the biting cold of the streets
to perch upon an easy wave
of knowledge and knowledge yet gained
that would be
living the dream
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
theres much about
every aspect of life
that is a violently alternating antagonism
of expulsion and absorption
love and hate
for half of life is an excretory rite
are we cowed
by subtle prohibitions
permitting only
a charmed
poetic version of the world
that stoops to be a projection
of unreality as superior
like pie in the sky religion
with an unconscious mission
to degrade ****** reality
poets affirmations of vainglory
buried in obfuscation
and ingratiating metaphors
word salad
evoke
poet as coward
unwilling to satisfy
souls in search of
there own buried parts
generating
habitual secret bitterness
in avoidance
of elaborations
deepest inner desires
or worse yet
apathy
is to much of poetry
a guano infested dust bin
of niceties
an abandoned
mouldering hovel
spinster musings
literatures dark corpse ?
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 84
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Listen politely to your dear heart,
Its Speaking to you’
Its uttering the language of eternal love.
Heed to your dear heart,
Its a boundless wealth of righteous,
Your heart, habitually recite the sacred words.
The sacred words of your divine creator
Keenly listen to your dear heart’
Without any scholarly literatures.
Properly referring to you,
The poetic language of eternal love,
Listen willingly to your dear heart.
Divinely revealing your eternal truth,
Whom you unconditionally Follow,
Who you Call Him as your beloved.
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:17 AM UTC
I’m hip to the spark and sunset
that shines inside the waves
of my soul
blossoming flowers
that rise and smile
in beautiful rhythms
dazzling designs
heavenly delight
warm breezes sifting in gusts
of dancing passion
starlit mansions in paralleled lines
unspeakable shapes
extravagant scenery
a colorful composition composing
an array of enchanting shores
magnifying in golden forms
gleaming infinities
diamond forces
genius landscapes
drunk in pulsating songs
immortal seas
liquid smooth beats
full of boundless destinies
infinite continents existing
beyond space and time
beyond chemistry and physics
amplifying mathematics
astonishing metaphysics
transcending entities within deeper depths
exhilarating mechanics
each one breathing in new and unexplored dimensions
exuberant literatures and arts
exceeding limitless landscapes
uniform galaxies in sync with broader galaxies
brilliant zones
soft sounding inventions
beaming in radiance
revolving in sweet silver tongue blankets
luxuriant languages
perfectly synchronized and solid
sleek linear symmetries glistening in paradise
all stunning and striking philosophy
divine dominions and ambitions
intensifying in amazing timelines and crisp connections
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC