"moni" poems
Let's do it together,
If anything happens whatever,
If there is thousands of millions problems,
Let's solve it better.
No matter who they are,
Let's show them who we are,
Keep working and become rich,
One day everything will come out each.
Now life goes on overall breach,
Don't loose hope, Nature will teach,
Let's hurry ,hold time and effort,
Deleting old memories will be last resort.
Dedicated : best decision maker(#Dr. Porosh Moni)
Brother of mine ❤️❤️❤️
#writer: Iftekhar Talukdar
Date : 12 July 2018
Time : 9 pm
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
~for all of us, we wee
musicians of language~
and Moni Nichter
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neither linguist or musicologist.
not scholar, not student,
these are not my attributes,
characteristics or skills,
not a confess, just a blessing that wasn't mine to receive
perhaps,
if in my meager possess,
there were a skill, overlapping yours, intermingling,
*(do you hear the music in that word,
the ding-a-lingo-ing of "intermingling"?)*
could be, maybe, the heated flush one feels,
when cogently-new-knowing
a patterns of recognition
evolving from the daily oceans of sounds,
sound waves, waves upon waves upon waves touch~clashing,
that traverse, transverse, our collective tissues connective,
upon crossbeams that support our
consensual commonality of senses,
in whatever language and culture
we primately, or even privately, inhabit,
this
overlapping, I love, I cherish, I take,
to this music with/of lovely words
*(do you hear the waves
in my brain, the words I know, washing ashore,
leaving the wet sand,
that's are the building blocks that we all own?)*
new words washed up yesterday,
"new scales of language"
language,
the great divisor,
surely, many of us have experienced the
helplessness of infancy,
when we travel to another country where
we are helplessly stranded, shocked by our inabilities,
when senses are blocked by the
scales of language that our brain cannot
iterate, not even once…
a new music, a new scale
I pulse with excited fear,
new music to learn,
how came we to be so blessedly challenged?
nml. 10/15/25 a progression
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
A flicker conveys
more than words.
Your light continues
to keep me alive.
Despite the struggles,
the scattered shards
from your lamp
remain close
to my still beating heart.
Always there to
watch over me,
to connect with
me whenever I
was alone, lost, sad,
or needed someone
to share my sorrows.
Your spirit resides
in the lamp once
kept by your bedside table
when you were alive
with a pained
but joyful gasp
for air and life.
'Dolly'
My special name from You.
Forever.
My everlasting anchor
to safeguard the light
and love inside you gave.
Moni.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 7:36 PM UTC