I watched a sad hunting on the ceiling
A dragonfly rescued
from the gossamer
and flew away.........................
Then a small insect entangled
and struggled?
All of a sudden
Spider grabbed
and I was helpless?
['While stubbornness shelters one from reality, open-mindedness reveals all of life's truths.']-Unknown
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A flimsy cobweb
I see a spider weaves its tiny network in between the twigs in the garden.
And I thought If I am an insect,
Then I could have rush into your mesh
And swing until a twilight sleep.
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A female spider’s cobweb and a scrawny poor man
The featherweight skeleton entangled in a cobweb.
It’s not an ordinary one and very strong.
He is unable to survive.
“Unnecessarily you trapped in my net.
Frankly this is for insects I wove.
Never mind my dear I prefer coexistence and I have no any objections of your stay.” Spider replied smoothly.
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The frozen death in a quiet winter night!
['You can choose to live your life to your own agenda with a sense of personal purpose that gives your life ventures meaning and a feeling of fulfillment_This is called being at cause living from the inside out creating the life and reality you want.']-David R.J.Powell
Skeletal cypress trees mourn
for their offspring
At a stretch sleep the countless fallen leaves,
Quiet the hazy night and a small drizzle
with crispy snow that covers the helpless burial grounds?
I hear their babyish cries but I am voiceless?
I took out my pocket book and the pencil stub
and I address to my poor poet-God!
While a tear dropp hangs in my eye.
For you, I scribble this line Sir!
O I witnessed the frozen death
in this quiet winter night?
for my poet friend Pranab Chakraborty in gratitude!
Who's translated my few poems into his mother tongue Bengali and already published them in his co-editing magazine.
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O That Sad Song Echoes and The River Volga Quietly Flows!
'River is deep Sonny!
My poor Mom she always yells
And never allowed us to swim
But she crossed the river long ago
By leaving us ashore!
The Bulgaria!
Old age cruise ship
Carrying 208 people
Overcrowded it seems?
And listed within few minutes
She sank all of a sudden!
Fifty children were there
Seventy nine people were rescued
And fifty eight bodies including five children
Were recovered.
I read in the morning paper.
O sister Volga you too helpless
But try to help them to find other bodies
At least a solace for their loved ones.
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A lullaby for the stillborn infant who sleeps in a trash bag
Oh! What a sad circumstance is this?
I could have die in the war or could be blind forever.
I touched the baby girl's limbs and it's still warm.
Her poor mother has gone for milk or ran away.
And the unknown infectious father must be stuck in a brothel house?
Oh! My dear you haven't seen the precarious life in camouflage.
That's better as it's rather bitter to swallow.
Please do not open your small eyes my wingless bird
And sleep as much as you can.
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Spiders
Like a spider
You weave and intricate web
Hoping to catch an unsuspecting insect
It's absolutely perfect
You wouldn't know you were caught in one
Until the spider injects it's poison
You were painstakingly careful
And I flew right in
I won't ever make the same mistake again
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Tell Tale Of The Storms
All of a sudden as a faraway witch-like relative,
You bring damages to the entire atmosphere.
Politicians really scared of mud slides
And they kept locked and stay indoors quietly nowadays.
But the poor folk wander here and there along the streets.
Be careful, let the rain wash your sins
And grab the oblique lamp posts tightly
Because the gossamer life could have blown away.
* Please do not tell secrets to the wind as she might spread all over.
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The broken nest
The parents built it nicely
And I saw the gooey clay
They've plastered well inside
for their comfort.
But the nestlings
flew away in the serene sky
without leaving a trace
When their wings were strong enough.
O the old parent birds were looking into the sky
for their goodwill return,
But their sad chirping
Do they hear?
[Love is a friendship set to music.]-E.Joseph Cossman
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I have no any restrictions for my bird Sanctuary!
I keep you a small plate full of different seeds
Battered with peanut butter
and a bowl of crystal clear water
at the rickety fenced of my backyard
for my migrant bird friends!
And I have a humble request
If possible could you please recite me a poem
from your native countries.
I too read you my poems in between.
And I am waiting anxiously
Please do not let down me
This poor old bird lover?
[You can't light a candle to show others the way,
without feeling the warmth of that bright little ray:
and you can't give a rose all fragrant with dew,
without some of its sweetness remaining with you.]-Unknown
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Eclogue
My flowery dream was a cottage by a riverside
and I struggled through my whole life to fulfill.
When I open the little windows
I could see the shepherd, cattle and sheep.
Oh! the greenery pasture.
My gregarious pregnant housewife,
she is in a hurry like a bee in the morning
and peeps out to collect manure for her flower pot.
She delivers her fifth child
I hope somewhere in the March equinox.
What else I want?
If life goes as a Nursery rhyme.
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Human Resources Bank & the Life's gamble?
The smoldering Man,
He felt its smoothness
When he touched
The new big currency note!
And the sadness
When it's changed into
dirty small notes?
O the annoying!
Harsh bitterness
while swallowing
the rough coins
at hard times?
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Night lingers but taciturn?
When the sky's getting darker
Birds hurry to fly for their roosts
And Sun prepares to sleep
leaving Moon,
To do the graveyard shift
with Stars.
I see the faraway traffic lights
fading along the road.
Night is dull like the gloomy life!
But some nocturnal willy-nilly flowers
bloom for the parade?
*[Happiness held is the seed;
Happiness shared is the flower.]
-Unknown
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A tall money tree at the edge of the World kiss the pale blue sky? Along the serpentine road
You drive your
Tumbledown car
Barriers a lot!
Poor brakes are not applicable.
Drunken Cops check your tattered driving license
Insurance & etc.,
Beyond the barbed-wire fences
Handsome gangway robbers
Sniff your wallets
Then you recite the prophet's chant?
But you're almost tired
and got down at goodbyes
peaceful grounds?
for the poetess Magnolia in gratitude!
[In the life's unscrupulous factory, cruel machines crush your bones, reproductive testicles to sensitive brain, enzyme spleen to sad heart and the helpless souls believe that their fragrant ashes float in the unseen Heaven? ]-nimal
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Cage-free chickens fly in a twilight sky!
I saw in a twilight sky like small jets
They fly for a better place full of vegetarians!
Leaving the chauvinistic-Machismo human beings,
Eagerly opened their watery mouths to chew
The jalapeno chicken sausage fully cooked
Lower in fat and calories!
How long the innocents could fly for an Utopia
That grazing on wide-open pastures?
[Father, so often I have said one thing with my lips and held another thought in my heart.Please help me live consistently with your love.]-Amen
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Website, spider style
Do spiders think? or simply learn
without a thought (well, lucky them)
by observation, as great scientists?
Does Nature do it all without a 'thought',
the spider just some robot, programmed thus?
The spider which the other day
built daring, acrobatic, gossamer bridge
across the path a guy-lined full six feet
so that to reach the gate, I had to genuflect
as if in some most holy church's aisle,
That bridge of San Luis Rey, already doomed
to break - the postman, paper boy, the milk -
I watched while seated in the sun for hours;
and as I watched, grew humbler by the minute;
myself the smaller in respect, the spider greater;
my lunch was cooking; the spider awaited (hers?) :
and we grew closer, in some unknown place in mind.
Today, a small, great miracle
of nature - who may be
beyond miracles; or yet bound in a web of law:
Neatly - thoughtfully? -
the web was now aligned
along the hedge of neighbours and ourselves.
And I was humbled by knowing nothing
worth a spider's web.
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Sandra Fowler is no more!
Dear Nimal,
Sandra passed away in the early hours of this morning. She flew away to be with Jesus, her King.
God Bless,
Nancy
I have no words
when the West Virginian Nightingale
was quiet forever?
I write to Comrade Jesus
please loook after her well
and this deepest sympathy to my poor poet God
to inform me when she comes to us
as a poetess again!
Your painted sky is gloomy today
And I know why?
I have a teardropp in my heart!
And I hear your song till I close my eyes forever
'Before the music ends? '*
*fondly to my life-school teacher who taught me when I argued sometimes about certain things, she muttered that life is a song and you have to sing before the music ends?
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An honest plea from a scribbler to survive
Time has come to beg it seems
And I am sorry that I do not know the know-how.
Poor wife and myself entangled in a political asylum case here.
Money! Money! Money! Dogs never sniff that I know but I need a lump some for the Solicitor who look after us.
I have altogether 800 scribblings the only wealth I own
And if a philanthropist would like to have a kind word with me,
Herewith I submit my curriculum-vitae please.
Nimal.Dunuhinga
1836, W.Sumac Lane, Apt.#8.
Anaheim,
Ca.92804-6944
E-mail [email protected]
mobile phone # (714) 224-6987
* I am sorry my dear poet friends this is not a propaganda but a true yelp from a human-dog.
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A Moth Watches The Candle Burning!
'I realized
now
that
we
all
are
dy ing! '
The insect
scribbles
on
its
cold
wax,
Frozen tears of the candle!
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A blue Sun on the black Horizon!
He draws a black line
with the pastel
my grandson,
And I draw on that
a blue circle.
Then I suggest
You bring this
to an art competition
and let them choose the title.
He added some red birds
to the blank area.
How beautiful
when birds
fly in the sky
and no room
for War planes?
[Our children are living messages we send to a time and place we will never see.]-Unknown
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Tiger By The Tail
What a shock it was so surprising
You looked so small and frail
I didnt know what to do
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
People said that you must be joking
You let emotions run away with you
I realized a little too late
I bit off more than I could chew
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
Sometimes you grip it right
And sometimes you fail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
At times life can be so enlightening
But it can turn on you
Lately it gets so complicated i
I dont know what the tiger will do
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
Sometimes you grip it right
And sometimes you fail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
Sometimes you grip it right
And sometimes you fail
I grabbed the tiger by the tail
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