Baskadia

The Gemini (Love beaten)

The Gemini and Pisces sad love story fades away with the morning dew.

A Twisted Relationship

A twisted relationship Void of trust A one sided relationship Losing its taste Such is my relationship The Other Man's fate A man who keeps his word With a woman who does not keep her word A man who follows his time With a woman who does not follow her time These are my worries The Other Man's woes A one sided affair Well, I'll say it's not fair A one sided contract A null and void contract Such are my sorrows The Other Man cries Songs From The Other Man Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

"A tribute to a true friend" || A poem by Shukdeb Mazumder

Long path, I can belong to you very easily when she is with me holding my hand steadily. Darkness, hark, don't be boastful, you must be defeated soon because she is my companion now, who is the next-door neighbor of moon. In the rain, she is my raincoat, in the winter, blanket, in the den of despair she is my outlet. A true friend of mine she is, my lifemate, lifejacket, invaluable, rich! © Shukdeb | 06-07-2022

Sorrowful soul

There is a pain lurking behind this heart Sadness and sorrow overwhelmed my heart Overiding my heart the pains of life My burden and pains grief through my eyes

A New Chapter in Life

A New Chapter in Life is a piece from a section of The Songs of Lexicon entitled Birthday Wishes which aims to put a smile on the faces of those who are celebrating their birthdays.

The haunting of are self

I write only of what ik and feel. So i pray that may oneday god will send an opportunity my way that will allow me to provide for my family befor i lose my self.

The Untold Truth

The Untold Truth is part of a section of The Songs Of Lexicon titled religion that criticizes religion itself as a whole.

Alice and the hatters curse

Mad

Beautiful Beyond Compare

A page from Superstar's Rhymes from The Songs of Lexicon about Belinda's true form.

The Love of a Freeman

Nowadays am like a freelancer, Overwhelming like wind everywhere, To the top of the world to be better, With the brain of a young entertainer, Soon or later we shall rise in a fortune, Of pure amendments to all sorts of brine, To ensure a quality way to a paradise line, With various & new technologies available, I want to create and see the world I need, From rags to riches with enough to breed, Without a fight with other humans with greed, To crown yourself in cold blood to feed. Let's celebrat

Pain with pleasure

There are no clouds, there is no storm Will it rain? Inside of my heart, ratial riots? Oh my heart! Why are you beating for the love with the person who I don't know before? Which the broken relationship of the distant born, Will follow me beyond the birth? Birth is not true, I found it now because of you. What is your root? And, I fell in love with you, But I still don't know what is your name is! Only your thoughts are buried in my neurones, What can I do?

The Physical Worlds

A poem which brings to light the different kinds of physical worlds we have and live in. Taken from Different Worlds from The Songs of Lexicon.

Different Worlds

A poem that brings to light the different worlds that we live in. Taken from different worlds from the Songs of Lexicon.

Love poem

If The Feelings Are True From Heart, They Are Hard To Replace. Remember You Are The Sweetest Thing In My Life The Loving Heart In Few Caring Hearts I See The Real Face Of Me In Your Tears I Will Never Let Them Go Away From My Heart.

I will rise up

A man's wish to rise up. Taken from Words of Encouragement and Hope from Songs of Lexicon

Poem

Belinda

Superstar's Rhymes for his love, The Goddess of Beauty

Le marchand fumant

Vivre sa vie, pauvre madone, Pas mieux qu'un singe qu'on ovationne, Est-ce là le fruit de mes tourments ? Que vaut mon âme qui s'emprisonne Dans les vestiges qui polissent ? Hume la fin : délassement ! J'ai fait le choix, qu'on me pardonne, De faire le pitre qui se questionne D'autant de pièges, d'essoufflements. Laisser une trace qui m'empoisonne Quel inconscient, marchand

A poem written by me, it's all that I am currently feeling.

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha