Lost In Love

Lost In Love

English: Women with Broken Heart

English: Women with Broken Heart (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sometimes,she feel so lost
in that marriage
were in
That isn’t what she dreamed
Neither one of them wins
He used to hold her tight
through all the pain that came
They used to talk all night,
why can’t it be the same?
She doesn’t know what to do
that love is all a lie
He used to hold her up,
and now he makes her cry
All that they have been through
brought all her love to him
why are they giving up?
they can’t say it’s through
She loves him more than life
his everything to her
That isn’t what she dreamed
Oh baby, Please help it be…

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This poem touches on hearts feeling down and low to rise above with hope and faith to resurrect the dreams of love in Sinjai; a profound belief that love always comes back, it never goes waste – Pheke Ghulam Danish

 

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Wind Of Change for Sinjai

Wind Of Change for Sinjai

English: Waterfall Idaman, Tanjung Selor, Bulu...

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Come,you will make
the land of Sinjai
indissoluble
You will make the greatest changes in history
the sun ever
shone upon.
A hundred year to come
They will speak about you
You will make divine magnetic land.
With the love of comrades
With the life-long of comrades
You will plant
companionship
thick as trees
along all the
rivers of Sinjai
And along the shores of the great sea and
all over the prairies
You will make
inseparable cities about each other’s necks
You will make them embrace each other from a long missing
By the love of comrades
By the manly love of comrades
For you these
from me O democracy
To serve you ma femme!
For you,for you
I am trilling these songs.
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I especially present this poem to Muhlis Majid Pappa fighting for democracy in Sinjai.

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three boys

three boys

He wanted to be that man...

He wanted to be that man…

 

 

 

 

 

Two (or three) boys.

Some place
Some time
There was a tea shop.
Open not just in the mornings,
But at noon and the evenings too.

Mornings, the menu read
Uzhunnuvada, idli,dosa,
Uppuma, vellayappam,idiyappam,
Sambar, payaru curry,kadala
And several chatnis.

Noon, the menu read
Aviyal,achinga,pachadi,
Kichadi,pulisseri,thoran,achar,
And several kinds of buttermilk.

Evenings, the menu read
Sukhiyan, bonda,
Pazhampori, parippu vada, mulaguvada,
Diluted milk, black coffee
And several forms of tea.

There was a cook in that tea shop.
There was an owner for that tea shop.
Both had a son each.
Those boys went to the same school.
They studied in the same class.
They sat on the same bench.

Whenever he was hungry,
One of the boys thought of
The owner of that tea shop.
Eyes widening with admiration for
The great man that he was!
He could eat anything
Whenever he was hungry,
Reaching for it in the container
Or poking his head into the food shelf
Or entering the kitchen itself.
He could take anything,
The boy salivated.

To the query “What do you want to be?”,
He even replied once that
He wanted to be that man.

But, whenever he was hungry,
The other boy thought of
The cook in that tea shop.
He lauded him in awe of
the great man that he was.
He could cook and eat
Anything any time any quantity,
He imagined jealously.

To the query “What do you want to be?”,
He even replied once that
He wanted to be that man.

Wait, don’t leave yet,
Dusting off your bottom
After reading an average poem.
Sighing indepthly
Or grunting lazily
Or belching sourly.

You are free to leave after
Answering a few questions.

Who owns this tea shop actually?
These schoolboys from the tea shop,
Whose sons are they actually?

There is another boy [avatar user=”Pheke Ghulam Danish” size=”100″ align=”right” link=”/author/pheke-ghulam-danish”]
Besides these two
In this poem!

Who is he?

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A VISION

A VISION

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A sunset on Aitutaki in the Cook Islands with low Cumulus and Stratocumulus and high Cirrostratus clouds. Français : Un coucher de soleil sur Aitutaki dans les Iles Cook. Des Cumulus et des Stratocumulus (nuages de basse altitudes) sont présent, ainsi que des Cirrostratus (Haute altitude). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

In the Nine Islands there is not room enough:
I want to soar high among the clouds,
And, far beyond the Eight Limits of the compass,
Cast my gaze across the unmeasured void.
I will wear as my gown the red mists of sunrise,
And as my skirt the white fringes of the clouds:
My canopy—the dim lustre of Space:
My chariot—six dragons mounting heavenward:
And before the light of Time has shifted a pace
Suddenly stand upon the World’s blue rim.
The doors of Heaven swing open,
The double gates shine with a red light.
I roam and linger in the palace of Karampuang
I climb up to the hall of Barambang
The Lord God lies at his western lattice:
And the lesser Spirits are together in the eastern gallery.
They wash me in a bath of rainbow-spray
And gird me with a belt of jasper and rubies.
I wander at my ease gathering divine herbs:
I bend down and touch the scented flowers.
Borong gives me drugs of long-life [avatar user=”Pheke Ghulam Danish” size=”100″ align=”right” link=”/author/pheke-ghulam-danish”] And Lappa hands me strange potions.
By the partaking of food I evade the rites of Death:
My span is extended to the enjoyment of life everlasting.

 

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Tears

Tears

Mending_my_broken_heart

English: Broken heart sewn back together – Photo Credit Wikimedia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tears of blood
fall from my
broken heart
I never thought
We would be apart.
When you held me
you said “forever”
Now that you’re gone
I know you
mean “never”
Saying you love me
with that look in your eye.
And that was a cold hearted lie.
Your tender touch,
a soft kiss
Two things about you I will miss
As I sit here
thinking about you
My face is wet
with tears past
due
I should’ve cried
a long time ago
But I loved you so.
I know they say
love is blind
But I had only you
on my mind
A hurt so deep [avatar user=”Pheke Ghulam Danish” size=”100″ align=”right” link=”/author/pheke-ghulam-danish”]
it cuts like a knife
But wound heal
and I’ll go on
with my life.

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