Let There Be a Poem Birth

09/09/2020

30/10/2018

How lunar you were formed...

Ticking of life

Vital, as a vibrant innegligible sunny corn

A righteousness sun...
Beamy as a star that's newly born

Is it him? who's inhaling us????
Age ?!!
Or just muddily is how this thirsty one eyed
life sipping our souls to the last drop of rage?

And that.....who's corenerly nailed....

Does she even know that the infant she gave birth to
is daily now addressed as a lad?

His psyche's striving beam is mightily dimmed
His wilted heart and it's fragilely lighted shire are absent of years and a peaking nun

Not the followed one legged time can run
Neither the expected laughters are swallowing an infinite piece of joyful fun

Nor those mean stricking clock hands can be escaped
Before being twice stepped on or as a tiny fleeting plan can be shaped

A dusty forgotten saying was formed
On those tales of indulgences bond

A Youngster is now grey haired
As the dryness dew is instantly feared
And constantly dared..
Muntasir

05/11/2016

SEED

How come...

The heavy eyelashes of the morning cheek
Enslave your tear drop as a cruel night’s Wreak
Slays your warming sun as no morning saw

How come?

As slow as sorrow may delay in speed
Your stubborn heart does shatter- as blinking- its bead
Breaks only the miraculous creed of the joy’s straw

How come?

Reciting my will of embracing the will
Yet leashing the fate
Visions of grace
By deceiving crow

How come?

The coin of my wish, into your well drifts as a fish
Jointed with those of one shy wish of no wish
Blinks only within the darkness show

How come?

Your voice is mine when mine is loudly whispered into indoor
Processed vanishingly as sands confession on an interrogating shore
Yet your non-obeying heart's meaningless creeks ashamed and came out so low

How come

Over me your tears are willingly shed
Above your isolation of you around your heavy led
Setting up yourself in such a raw

No seed of mine

Yes laugh yes indeed, for you are present and your lips are tomorrow's gate
No cry No need, for time is still I and I still locate…
Fully dimensioned in your smile, laugh, grin and glow

How come still

Am among your presence dueling within
Laying in comfort, holding my soul into yours as a yawning dualistic twin
As happy I watch just as you joyfully grow

Yes seed of mine

Am among him, all of them and her
In your eyes, your shyness, the close ones and far
So let me merge, as u breath and break the sadness concreted jaw

Yet

I leave the journeys on your hands, the high chin and the tall walks
I leave filling my seat and diving willingly within the joyful little talks
You set my wings free for the air beneath them is you, and yet mine is six
feet below

Although

My stumbling feet and your bended road
Which blinded your heart and over weighted its load
Neglected the truth behind the light and the tale between your smile and
the snow

Although

My lights within you are searching still for shivering lefty right
For the way out through your tongue and instants through your sight
You are the only truth I EVER, read, YOU memorized my words, I drank, YOU
inhaled me in, I splashed, YOU contained me, I believed, YOU converted to
me, I striiped not of my pre infatuation after love for YOU still know …

17/09/2016

Silly u

thought u have to scream it all as loud as ur lounge can ever produce..

Please inhale this through ur same lounges up to ur tr0ubled mind..

All u gotta do is just whispering ur need(there's no shame in that) and then start counting on ur precious shiny fingers..

1
2
3

u think that's not enough ?!

Silly u..
Those few who heard u r always counted as :
100
200
300 ways and pers0ns building a home around ur lonly screaming princible..they r souls....u just have to bring the material body..

18/06/2016

Her(over the phone): just called to check on u,r u alive ?
Me(in a metalic voice): u have reached my ZOmbie,please leave a tears' pool after the beep..

Yeah..Keep waiting for the beep..

18/09/2015

Silly u
Th0ught u've been blessed wiz the p0wer 0f freezin ma heart whenever u r pleased t0 self create zat thr0p within urs and plant it int0 mine..

Just g0tta kn0w..
H0w c0me..
h0w and an0ther h0w as an amazed pers0n's execuse f0r using a d0uble h0w..
H0w..
I didn't f0rget s0..
Dear here's h0w ur piece 0f ch0al named heart w0rks..011010001110..
G0t it ? :)

11/04/2013

09/04/2013

silly him...

thought he needed a spoon to stare his mood's liquid modifier...
while we were all there tuning him up from within....

we got u...

Seyido...

26/03/2013

so what......??
&monti

05/03/2013

THE HIPPOPOTAMUS

THE broad-backed hippopotamus
Rests on his belly in the mud;
Although he seems so firm to us
He is merely flesh and blood.

Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
Susceptible to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.

The hippo's feeble steps may err
In compassing material ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.

The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of pomegranate and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.

At mating time the hippo's voice
Betrays inflexions hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.

The hippopotamus's day
Is passed in sleep; at night he hunts;
God works in a mysterious way--
The Church can sleep and feed at once.

I saw the 'potamus take wing
Ascending from the damp savannas,
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God, in loud hosannas.

Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
Performing on a harp of gold.

He shall be washed as white as snow,
By all the martyr'd virgins kist,
While the True Church remains below
Wrapt in the old miasmal mist.

T.S. Eliot