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Take A Step Back

take a step back;kumar is dead!
think for a while about you,about death,life
kumar`s dead;rest,rest,rest!
sleep away,sleep away all o` your desire
despair,distress-kumar`s dead!
sun won`t shine anymore;moon won`t waste
arti wakes up;tear-drops on her face
she never liked him,yet she experiences a
sudden emptiness;tears unknown,uninvited
trickle down her face
today`s sky have gathered a lot of rain
thunder rolls,lightnings roar;deep in the
grapevines the grapes dark,divine weep & cry
for a little while
kumar used to drink like a devil in disguise
she was the only one in his eyes;too much
love he had for this piece of a flesh of a
surprise;alaknanda walks up & down the isles
the Isle of her prem and pride;hey,kumar`s
dead,think for a while
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Submitted on May 29, 2013

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Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 728
Words 142
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 20

Ujjol Kamal

I have been writing poetry for a long, long timeSince I was in grade 4/5.I like to write deep, dark, esoteric poetryI find the ray, the aura of poetry everywhere in and around the Universehttp://poemhunter.com/kumar-k-kamal/http://allpoetry.com/poem/by/ujjolthis is the place where i sleepthey interred me here while i was 3the cemetery is full o' treeslarge, small, living, breathing dyingall my bones are gone now...so art the fleshonly that remains the sprouting of the daisies and daffodils bayoneting out of my broken boneless sockets and shoutswhile i was young i used to smile like youthe you in me would then climb through the cloudsevery man is a mantraevery woman is Bethlehem, Dhaka, Beirut-the lost scrolls of Babylon cry out in fountsthe meadows gay green gleem and glisten in the womb of endless doubtslike to swim in Mississippimeditate in shroudsdont like to talk at allhave loads of loathe for money, glory, war, machinesbeneath a veil of beauty i see her soaring in sarii ask her of her lust and desireshe looks at me askewsome unwanted pairs of seagulls fly across the oil-tainted Gulf Of MexicoBp to blame for the spill of the centuryIcelandic ice and ash rise to disrupt flights and freightsi dont dream anymorei dont dare to deconstruct the constructions of the curved kimonosbeneath a shade of a silvern aftrenooni fall asleep like R.V. Winklei see the aura of Milton, Shakespeare, Shelly, Keats, Byron, Tagore, Nazrul, the Romanticists, the Blake, the Metaphysicals, the Metaphysicists embrace me to top to toeI broke a finger todaytomorrow i will break two!your beauty is skin; s deepevery cloud has a silver liningevery dog will have her dayevery cat his eveningO dear daffodils dont you die yetthe sun has not yet finished its arduous journey to join the unjoinswar in Iraq, Afganistan approaches to almsconquering of the conqueredconc shells crucifixion caresthe realms of the lilacsthe love of the lipsrender me to furrow in the fields of furrowed foolso dont ye go gentle in the goodnite of nonchalant desirethe young age should be sorbetthe old should be bowed at and respectedthe dreams in darknessthe days in maizelife a sheer shaminfinity waves afarcant write anymore right nowshall try catching up with you if you be a less considerate and more apt at fire, flesh, fish, fruits fresh-leaves of grasswhen the sun shall shadow itself from the forests of wooing nightsand shall a group of daffodils shall pray together to live and diewhen the moonlit skywith a sigh of sitesshall be raining rain and lightsi shall be remembering you night after nighthid beneath a shawl of undreaming undeeming unending nightlove you like the lightlove you like the dewdrops against the silvern skyare you bron yetare you mighthave you inundated with religion yethave you painted yourself with pridehave you touched yet the ripples of waterhave you yet liedhave you driven a machine yethave you yet criedhave you yet climbed the tip of orgasmhave you yet mudded your face with delight and despairhave you yet shout out with pain yethave you yet smiledhave you yet dressed to kill yethave you lived to diehave you yet witnessed the births of rites, rituals, romance, power, pride, wrongs, rightshave you swum yet in the pool of sadness and pleasurewar, wine, womenclergy, clans, kiteshave you yet tasted your own tears yethave you leapped up to Paradisethe hell is far awayheaven is an inch wideyour eyelids are heavyyour wings gather cold, wintry frost-bitesyou try, but you cannot flytry to walk, but you cannot proceed to tryyour fingers are numbyour brain deep, dark, dry-the mutations of the divine kindtreks across the across the sky of the dying lightredlight zonestopless townsgin and whiskey race and runchaplains in the churchyardimams in the mosquespriests and priestesses play and plyspreading the sriptures of thin threadbare trystsHelen in ParisTrozan-Horse hidden hidAgamenon fightsSocrates hemlocks likeShakespeare speaks wiseMilton meet, met, multiplyShelly sobsKeats coughs out lifeByron fights in vainthe Turks take them all side by sideThe Romanticists romanticizeThe Metaphysical poets dive deep to depriveKing Lear cannot cry anymorethe daughters proved too clever to care, cryFor Whom the Bell TollsMid Summer Night DreamsA tale Of Two CitiesAutobiography Of an Artist as a young fileLet there be LightStop GenocideThe Rape of a millionThe Revelations of infinite EyesSights beyond sitesI and IEye and eyesyou and me relax to realize and release the seamen drowned in the endless linesthe iris open up her slumberous eyesshe sees the snake in twilightafraid she notthe snakes slidesbillions stars shoot outthey lay lie likemoss grown on the unmoving mountainous sides-! more…

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