Poezi nga Bam Dev Sharma

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Poezi nga Bam Dev Sharma

 

MAY BE

I wonder
why we float across
fleeting waves
which just trifle for moments
when we are
profound sea of faith
ourselves!

I wonder
why we get bemused
with jarring songs
when we have
expounding music
with sonorous melody
of love!

What a pity
when we feel
contented with
morsel of food
even we have
savoring
multitude of taste !

May be
we want
to be pieces of
instalment of life
rather than
the whole policy!

Or may be
we are used to living
in the caves
of fleeting joy
in the shadow
rather than light of
infinite bliss!

 

Mystical Dreams

Breaking shackles
of whimsical cries
mixed with
diurnal chores
we find ourselves
in the cacophony
of existence.

Like a child
whose mysterious blue eyes
glance through
perplexing horizons
sprawling
over
numb hills
toying with
feverish clouds
we weave fairy tales
of wish.

The wilful wishes bloom
and hover across the sky
as if
flighty birds
are tearing
portions
with
bright feathers,
we console ourselves
as spanking space
for mercurial saga
underneath
the visionary sky.

And finally
we become
mercurial fates
clinging to destiny walls.

 

PLUMS AND BIRDS

A bird
pecks ripe plums
and they fall
sprawling
like our dreams.

Seeds spread
in grassy land
and new plants
are ready to sprout.

Many plum trees
appear
to poke the sky
and mesmerizing birds
sweep
on the branches
to peck.

Story of
birds and plums
resound in the air
and grassy land
becomes
a vibrant witness
for new seeds!

COPYRIGHT BY
BAM DEV SHARMA

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