Echoes of life

[dibyendra]

Melody of the nature

Trees, standing side by side,
near to each other,
sway back and forth
with the melodious tune of the nature,
and stretches their arms
to cuddle each other,
albeit, just for a moment
with a passionate ebullience.

[dibyendra]

Candle burns itself,
illuminating
flickering light,
that guides
others
in the dark
while,
it stands
on its own shadow
cast by its own light.

[dibyendra]

In the time of zero hour,
now, it's a matter of sustaining itself,
and to keep its midst foundation alive.
It could be the vicissitudes of fate,
but might not be an evil eye,
which appeared without any warning signs,
to end the labyrinthine of entanglements
or to start a new beginning.

[dibyendra]

Already posted this poem earlier, bust still, thought to post in this thread again.

Lament
"Here, living a life ain't easy, you know,
always have to chase the Grim reaper
gesturing toward the grave,
and I'm frazzled," she says.

She utters in her trembling voice,
"To live just one life,
with many deaths we have to fight,
and I'm really scared.
To live just one day,
there's a big price we have to pay
and we're nothing more than a slave to the wage."

With the tears rolling down her face,
She embraces him and exclaims,
"So, I'm burying my shattered dreams right here
before leaving this place
and hope that we'll meet
sometimes again, somewhere,
if you and I remain alive
in this Earth till the next round.

[ampoule]

These are all very nice Diby. It seems you haven't been around for a little while and you were missed. Happy to see you back and posting such nice things.

[dibyendra]

These are all very nice Diby. It seems you haven't been around for a little while and you were missed. Happy to see you back and posting such nice things.

Thank you very much Amp for your kind comment. I appreciate your comment.

Yes, it's been many weeks that I couldn't allocate time to browse LitNet. I'm desperately waiting for the day to get out of from current hectic office routines.

Here's another one:
Living on surreal fears
Hustling and bustling of the hectic routine life is sometimes suffocating.
I desire sometimes, at least for some moment,
to find a sheer silence to escape from my feverish scheme,
to ruminate on to perceive the essence of life.
Sometimes, before I slide into the bed for sleep,
I worry a lot about tomorrow’s uncertainties,
big questions hanging in front of me,
and there are still no plans fabricated yet for tomorrow's survival
and fears shiver me extremely to the point
from where my body functions barely.
There's still a pile of things to be done
and there are several twisted and tangled questions
staggering in my head; questions about life and death,
mostly of which are unspoken and concealed,
and they are much more traumatic than the nightmares to me.
I ponder on and on to find out
what in this life is really missing
or for what reason I'm drifting everyday.
Myriad sleepless nights and afflicting dreams that I had suffered
and only the ghastly nights know better.

I sometimes kill time doing nothing
but listen to the sound of silence,
or mumble with my own reflection,
or gaze upon my stretched shadow
that is comfortably lying on the floor.
I breathe deeply and sway with the melody,
and thanks to god that I'm still alive and kicking.
I wonder seeing myself in the framed photos
that are hanging on the wall.
Time after time, they all remind me of what I used to be,
but inflame my surreal fears of the past.
And the reflection, enframed on the mirror,
is just continuously transfiguring itself with the time and positions,
and I just watch my ageging figure for a moment silently
without questioning anything about future.

[dibyendra]

Ageing II
Life is ageing secretly,
moving strangely,
and crawling blindly toward the mouth of death,
holding the hands of mighty ageless time.

[dibyendra]

Inevitable melancholies,
pile one after another in the mind,
make severe adrenalin rush inside - volcanically,
thrust the flimsy veins,
and agitate the silent pain.

Bewildered mind, encircled by the eerie feelings,
it's entangled into the spider web,
like a helpless prey,
now fearlessly waiting for an angel of death to devour.

Come, angel of death, come.
Come, angel of mercy, come.
Please, take this soul into your arm.

Emancipate this soul from these sheer afflictions,
rescue from this burning lake of fire,
and shelter this soul to that place
where none of the worldly pain can touch.

[dibyendra]

She poured yet another glass of wine for me,
and asked eagerly with her frowning face
“Let me hear your smouldered feelings. Let them erupt like a volcano,
and I want to watch them sliding like an avalanche.”
I prompted quickly before sipping the wine
“Okay dear, but why don’t you let me drink your love first,
before my feelings gush?”
She rebuffed with tears in her eyes
“But, you've got me wrong! You seemed to be drunk!”
My eyes were glued toward her tears. I couldn't hold my tears as well.
Drops of tears plunged into the cup of wine without sipping them.
In a husky voice, I answered
“Don't get me wrong darling. I only desired for a cup of love.”

[farnoosh]

They are wonderfull I just couldn't get my eyes off the words

[goldenrod]

Too many to comment on individually, BUT, as a group, and for a variety of reasons, they held my interest, struck cords, and, to end it professionally...et alia. :)

goldenrod.

[dibyendra]

Thanks Farnoosh and Goldenrod for your comments.

Here's another one:

Inside everyone

Everyone has stories inside,
unspoken stories of their own life.
Only some are told...and others, they are just forgotten.

Everyone has their own feelings,
inside they rush making different emotions.
Only some express them in their own voice.

Everyone has pain,
inside they howl breaking the inner silence.
Only some let them out as a gesture.

Everyone has questions,
inside there are answers...only answers to be found.
Only some reach inside them and let them out.

Everyone has silence inside,
possibly obscured by the turmoil within.
Only some fight and conquer it easily.

Everyone has animal inside,
the roaring untamed being, always trying to get itself free.
Some admit, but others conceal as if it doesn't exist.

[firefangled]

Dibyendra, I very much enjoyed reading all of these, especilly Sign and Candle in the Dark. Good to see you back.

[blazeofglory]

She poured yet another glass of wine for me,
and asked eagerly with her frowning face
“Let me hear your smouldered feelings. Let them erupt like a volcano,
and I want to watch them sliding like an avalanche.”
I prompted quickly before sipping the wine
“Okay dear, but why don’t you let me drink your love first,
before my feelings gush?”
She rebuffed with tears in her eyes
“But, you've got me wrong! You seemed to be drunk!”
My eyes were glued toward her tears. I couldn't hold my tears as well.
Drops of tears plunged into the cup of wine without sipping them.
In a husky voice, I answered
“Don't get me wrong darling. I only desired for a cup of love.”

I am wordless to comment on this poem, for it has a beauty surpassing many other beauties, and Dib, you are amazingly deepening in your sensibility. You have a knack or craftsmanship to emerge as a great poet.

Notwithstanding there is lesser passion for poetry these days, your poems revives the passion for it.

The very title you have of your poem touched me beyond words.

Keep to it Dib, Keep

[blazeofglory]

Thanks Farnoosh and Goldenrod for your comments.

Here's another one:

Inside everyone

Everyone has stories inside,
unspoken stories of their own life.
Only some are told...and others, they are just forgotten.

Everyone has their own feelings,
inside they rush making different emotions.
Only some express them in their own voice.

Everyone has pain,
inside they howl breaking the inner silence.
Only some let them out as a gesture.

Everyone has questions,
inside there are answers...only answers to be found.
Only some reach inside them and let them out.

Everyone has silence inside,
possibly obscured by the turmoil within.
Only some fight and conquer it easily.

Everyone has animal inside,
the roaring untamed being, always trying to get itself free.
Some admit, but others conceal as if it doesn't exist.

This is very true, and the difference is a matter of expression only.

[blazeofglory]

Ageing II
Life is ageing secretly,
moving strangely,
and crawling blindly toward the mouth of death,
holding the hands of mighty ageless time.

But Dib, we are aging, not life. Life is eternal and living beings age.

[blazeofglory]

Candle burns itself,
illuminating
flickering light,
that guides
others
in the dark
while,
it stands
on its own shadow
cast by its own light.


This is an image, and I recall a poem I read by Bhupisherchan in Nepal.

[dibyendra]

Thanks everyone for the comments. I'm very much glad to see that. Thanks a lot!

I'm back here after a week. Last week was so arduous - full of worries, pressure, and hectic schedule. :( Now, I'm breathing. :) I was really missing LitNet so much.

Another poem which I had written while feeling so insecure from loneliness.

Fear

Doctor, doctor,
please, anaesthesize this mind
to cease my mental armageddon
before I trash my skull, crashing
into the cemented wall.

Fear is never-ending. It's agitating
disease, portraying eccentric graffiti
within the walls of the mind, flaming
the nervous breakdown. I'm shivering
and sweating bullets.

[qimissung]

I'm so sorry life has been difficult-it's the worst. I hope it will pass, and that life will be good again soon. In the mean time, are you O.K.?

I enjoyed your poetry. especially the one about the candle, "Ageing II," and my personal favorite, "Cup of Love."

[dibyendra]

I'm so sorry life has been difficult-it's the worst. I hope it will pass, and that life will be good again soon. In the mean time, are you O.K.?

Yes, you're right. And yes, I'm alright now. :)



I enjoyed your poetry. especially the one about the candle, "Ageing II," and my personal favorite, "Cup of Love."

Thanks a lot qimissung for your comment! I'm glad you liked some of my poetry.

Here's another one written for my friend:

Echoes

Incarnate yourself
from the still images.

Unexpressed feelings,
before they are smothered,
I let the cat out of the bag.

You're my dear friend.
Why do I need to pretend?
I'm not the one, fond of melodrama.

We are no more strangers
to each other. (Are we?)
But, we sometimes sound
like that. (Don't we?)

I am all alone, desperate,
bare, and breathless,
without a friend like you.
Tell me that you're feeling the same. (Can you?)

Echoes of yours reverberate
as I drag my lonely shadow
on the avenue. But, I can't stand
alone under the bright spotlight.
(Hey, how about you?)

[dibyendra]

It's okay, I don't mind. :)

Passive Agression
Don't spit on my back
with a rage in your protruding eyes.
You're resentful, unpredictable,
and downright rude, which I can't
stand, being humiliated.

[dibyendra]

Someone loves you earnestly

Your face,
filled with different emotions,
in the dim light, still depicts
every line on your face.

You might feel unnoticed
while you're drinking alone
with a cigarette in your hand
in the crowded bar.

But, someone is beholding you
closely, whenever you are around.
Your every move, every breathe
that you take, sensationalizes someone.

When your face glows with joy,
someone gets rapturous than you.
Because, someone truly wish to see
that glow in your face forever.

Your eyes, sometimes, get sparkled
from the tears. yet, you hide
them from the light and you walk out
from the bar, feeling lonely, taking off
your coat, and loosing your tie. And, you
light another cigarette, still feeling unnoticed.

Look back, sometimes, and you'll see
the one who loves you earnestly,
and follows you just like a shadow,
and is really desperate to get your company.

[dibyendra]

I am wordless to comment on this poem, for it has a beauty surpassing many other beauties, and Dib, you are amazingly deepening in your sensibility. You have a knack or craftsmanship to emerge as a great poet.

Notwithstanding there is lesser passion for poetry these days, your poems revives the passion for it.

The very title you have of your poem touched me beyond words.

Keep to it Dib, Keep

Thanks a lot, Blaze, for your appreciation! :)

[dibyendra]

An Ordinary Life

Please…
I don’t want to shine like a diamond.
I don’t want to be high like the mountain.
I don’t want to be wide like the sky.
I don’t want to be deep like an ocean.
I don’t want to be cold like the winter.
I don’t want to be hard like a rock.
I don’t want to be thrill like the darkness.
Because…
I need the stillness of lake and the night.
I need the freedom of the bird and the cloud.
I need the flow of the river and the wind.
I need the purity of the water.
I need the beauty of the sunrise and the sunset.
I need the joy of the eddy and the waterfall.
I need the fragrance of the flower and the nature.
I need the freshness of the morning air.
I need the mysteries of life.
I need the dedication of an ant and the bee.
And I just need to live an ordinary life…

[dibyendra]

Breaking the mould

I'm coming out of my shell;
being isolated hollowed my life out to the bone.
So, I’m injecting a new life inside me.

I'm breaking the barriers;
being imprisoned right here didn't make all the difference.
So, I’m spreading my wings to fly.

I'm starting off with new visions;
couldn't advance with the knowledge acquired so far.
So, I’m thinking outside the box.

I'm shedding my inhibitions;
kept myself chained for so many years under darkness.
So, I’m pushing myself toward brighter side.

I'm moving ahead, I've learned my lessons;
regretting too much made no sense at all.
So, I’m waving bitter yesterdays a sweet goodbye.

I'm reshaping myself and redefining my life;
tired of grilling myself “should I need changes?”
So, I'm breaking the mould.

[Pendragon]

Loved "An Ordinary Life"! And the candle one! :thumbs_up

[dibyendra]

Loved "An Ordinary Life"! And the candle one! :thumbs_up

Thanks a lot Pen! :)

[dibyendra]

The torrent of water is gushing
exultantly, and cruising jubilantly,
from the cliffs to the gorges,
to plunge into an abundance of the river.
Indefatigably, it is streaming
toward the vastness of the ocean
to surf with the exuberant waves
of the mighty ocean
waiting with its arms wide open.

[dibyendra]

I incinerate infantile feelings
forever that you'll be awe-striken.
Feelings change. Faces too.
Time ripples wrinkles in our skin.

I remain silent
just to hear you breathing.
Let me become numb
touching your trembling lips.

The voidness, that's inside,
crumbles with the blink of your eyes.
Let me watch your dreamy eyes
dreaming, with an awe, forever.

With every poem that I write, I wish
that you'll listen with your open heart.
Don't you feel how I feel
or you hate to feel the way I feel?

It's okay. I don't mind.
I remain silent. You don't like
stones being thrown into the placid mind?
I don't like that too. Do I need to swear?

So what are you wishing tonight
with a shooting star that appeared in the velvet sky?
If you ask me the same question,
you already know the answer.

Yes, I want you to be mine.