"uncursed" poems
in the few moments
before dreamland crashed into reality
the skies glittered like cities of light
there was the sight of your bright eyes
admiring in the soft candlelight
the silhouette of your finger
tracing the constellations as
you shared a story of dusk and dawn
leading to the promises of a forever
which rolled from your tongue and became
the only words that ever mattered as much as the
"of course, i care," which you melded into lullabies
that repelled the terrors of loneliness
of wars in the heavens and monsters in the dark
your smile radiated light and
in the way your warmth surrounded me
you became young apollo
and i, your uncursed, loving daphne
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 10:20 PM UTC
Gets no love the one who doesn't love.
It's not Karma, but simple logic.
Even if he does, it's a sort of odds,
Making the canon candid.
It's not Karma, but simple logic;
The misanthrope is alone -
Who doesn't like water, will suffocate in,
Who doesn't like life, will be perishing in.
The misanthrope is alone.
This is all a matter of nature-
One may hide in a mass like serpent,
Still being poisonous, threatening.
This is all a matter of nature;
The old song of yin and yang-
Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness,
But they fulfill the scheme of destiny.
The old song of yin and yang-
The side uncursed by goodness
Is the side blessed with senselessness,
Extreme plainness and severity.
The side uncursed by goodness
Fulfills the dark side of the bright -
Without looking for doing the right
Since it's all self-implemented.
Fulfilling the dark side of the bright,
Giving chance for the light,
And bearing all the dark of the moon,
He may be a hero, the antigone.
Giving chance for the light,
Getting no love while another does,
We - people - serve perfect bad examples
For there's no hero without Antihero.
Getting no love while another does,
Even if getting that's out of odds;
Darkness isn't overthrown by brightness,
But each fulfills a scheme in destiny.
We've been and we'll be gone even as antigone.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 7:57 AM UTC
Death where is thy sting
when I am already stung,
by lips that laugh and speak and sing
the words once held by muted tongue.
For lo no light from window broke
no Juliet nor waining moon,
just honest words of love were spoke
that gave my heart a brand new tune.
So slings and arrows do thy worst
and misfortune come as may,
for here at last am I uncursed
as in her arms I softly lay.
Let scholars say he was the bard
and all his works a work of art,
but I would rather be fool hard
and know I am her work of heart.
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 6:37 AM UTC
For Thee I have sworn to render from the sovereign sun
a soul's worth; burnished by oblivion's tongue
and stars uncursed ... a bounty of beloved life; once spun
then unmade, and cunningly reversed. a song sung.
a belle play. a bell
rung.
For Thee, I measure the Night's dark, by hand - and
Love by mouth... I come
to heap sweetness upon the waters -
of your thighs, and glide bidden to the hilt of your Delta
like the mighty Mississippi to a blind oyster... for there; I cloister -
in the Secret Gardens of your Restlessness like an untamed
priest.
with an ordained
kiss.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 21
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
The tortoise is uncursed, due to his lovely contour,
But willingly forget his moral strength in his noble mind,
And typically remain crawling towards his social fear,
You choose to Travel lot in fear and hide yourself in your shell,
Come out of your pearly shell (fear) and see accurately,
The divine creation of genuine love and the divine melody,
Dance freely in the open breeze, wisely let’s toss gently the social fear,
And join heartily towards our hearts with the creator’
As you are My Soul and I am your Beloved!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – BADSHAH KHAN.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
Freedom is illusion,
We have become dissolution-ed to that notion.
The definition of freedom, you may think me a madman,
Let me alleviate bordem, With this wisdom.
A sip of water, before we begin.
"The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants"
Is this really the case?
Can we use words as we please? Has it been structured to be used only as they feel?
There is being insensitive, then there is being just mean.
What if we rough around the edges? don't say what I mean?
We guided by signals, life is controlled by media, worlds thoughts through a little big screen.
Their twisted agendas silently pushed through, a constant reel.
By showing lying images that makes your heart feel.
Bombarded constantly with same concept
Until your thoughts are numb, and it can no longer heal.
You cant think anymore, truths getting blurred.
The facts was airtight.
You thought you 100 percent sure
As they whisper all around you
That lines starts slowly to blur
Your resolve has dissolved
With the truth getting blurred.
Your stance on this subject has been slowly reversed, without leaving your home, your soul have been cursed.
Now we in confinement
There's nowhere to escape
So it's going to get worse.
Am I just clutching at straws?
Have we built up a tolerance
Have we become uncursed
They have been telling so many lies, what they now say, do we switfly disperse
Don't pretend you do not know where I'm coming from
This must hit a nerve, it's the truth within a plea
This message diverse.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC