Baskadia

"Roses are red,skies are blue

Roses are red, skies are blue, In this love, our hearts find their cue. Roses are red, skies are blue, Hand in hand, our dreams come true. Roses are red, skies are blue, Like stars above, our love shines through. Roses are red, skies are blue, With you, every day feels new. Roses are red, skies are blue, In your eyes, I see love so true. Roses are red, skies are blue, Forever together, me and you. Roses are red, skies are blue, In your embrace, my worries undo.

Pluto

This was inspired by my journey towards self acceptance and love.

Bad government

A government so bad, their eyes cannot see The pain and suffering of the oppressed beneath A desolation of choice, a dwindling democracy A heart so dark and filled with greed A corrupted ruling class, with no remorse Equality and justice, nothing but force The outcry of the people is falling on deaf ears As lives are hampered by their wicked cares Unyielding to progress, a world of despair Eliminating thoughts of hope, no chance to dare A continuous cycle of the same despair Nothing changes, the

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

"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

Joyous Sunday

The bells of Sunday ring With a joy that's all their own, And the birds in the trees above Seem to join in the song. The sun is shining bright, And the air is fresh and sweet, And the sky is a cloudless blue, And the world is at its feet. The children are out to play, And the flowers are in bloom, And the world is a happy place On this joyous Sunday morning. The cares of the week are gone, And the heart is light and free, And the soul is filled with peace On this joyous Sunday.

Speak to me

Speak to me, my love, with words that flow Like a gentle stream, soft and slow Tell me of your hopes and dreams, Of all the things that make you gleam Speak to me, my love, and pour out your heart Let the words you say be a work of art Let them be a beacon of light, Guiding us through the darkest night So speak to me, my love, and let your voice be clear For it is the sound that I hold dear It is the sound that brings me peace, The sound that brings me to my knees Speak to me, my love, and let y

Title: "In Loving Memory of My Father: A Tribute Poem"

This heartfelt poem reflects on the loss of a beloved father. It speaks to the enduring love and cherished memories left behind by the departed dad. The poem emphasizes how the father's guidance, wisdom, and love continue to live on in the heart of the grieving individual. Despite the pain of the loss, there is a sense of comfort in the idea that the father's presence remains, providing strength and guidance for the future.

Grievance

A heavy weight upon my chest, It's like a stone, it won't be pressed. I try to breathe, but it's too much, I'm drowning in this ocean of such. I want to scream, but no sound comes out, I'm trapped inside this silent shout. I want to cry, but no tears will fall, I'm dry and empty, like a desert wall. I want to run, but my legs won't move, I'm stuck here, like a statue in the groove. I want to die, but I'm too afraid, Of what comes next, I'm so afraid. So I sit here, in this dark and cold, With my

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

My Best Friend, A Poem of Love and Gratitude

My best friend, my confidante, My heart's companion, my soul's mate. You've been there through thick and thin, Lifting me up when I'm feeling low. Your love and support never waver, Your friendship is a blessing I'll always treasure. Your kind words and gentle touch, Fill my heart with warmth and love. Your loyalty and trust are unending, Your friendship is a gift that keeps on giving. You are my rock, my safe haven, Your friendship is a blessing from heaven. My best friend, my confidante, My he

Follow your heart

We all get entangle with our desires for amusement after all we only live once, and everyone dies. Happiness is a state of mind, not an actual fact. Follow what you love, but it must also love you too. Follow your heart, but don’t forget to find a home for your heart because you will be tired of chasing a clout.

Future hope poem

500words

TRUE MASK OF POLITICIAN

Talks about what politicians live for in a third world countries

Poem

Pitter-patter rain drops come to the ground Washing all the sins Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Giving his bounties Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Taking away all the sorrows Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Spreading the happiness Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground

Nature's Tapestry: A Love Poem

On this resplendent day so bright and fair, The azure sky a canvas for all to share. The sun, a blazing orb, doth bless and bestow, Its warmth and light on all below. The gentle breeze, a zephyr soft and mild, Doth bear the scents of blossoms undefiled. The flora, with colors bright and grand, A tribute to Nature's bounteous hand. The clouds that course and drift above, A tapestry woven by the hand of Love. The heavens bear witness true, To Nature's splendor and her sacred view. And lo, the verd

Belinda

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

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

Dreams of imagination

Dreams of Imagination. In the depths of night, when the world is still, and the stars above, shine with a tranquil thrill. In this peaceful moment, my mind begins to roam, through memories and dreams, that I have yet to know. A world of wonder, awaits beyond the door, of my imagination, where anything is possible and more. From soaring through the clouds, to diving in the sea, my mind takes me on journeys, that set my spirit free. And in these moments, I am filled with pure delight, as I explore

Crushed Can on the Football Field

I'm a crushed can on the pitch drunk up empty What day it is? maybe half sunny half rainy What stadium this is? I can never tell The teams that clashed I may never know Maybe Barcelona versus Liverpool Or Manchester United versus Chelsea Each assumption leads farther from the truth The player that drank me might have been one... Probably a player from the losing team Though lifeless I could hear him quake within. I may be just a crushed can on this football field But every creature has it's own