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Manzoor Ahamed Offline
Post: #1186 
Tue Sep 16 10:39 pm
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നന്ദി രാധാ നന്ദി മ്യൂസിക്ക്

“Where words fail, music speaks.”
― Hans Christian Andersen
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Sat Oct 25 12:47 am
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Hi Guys,
This is a poem from a very close friend of mine. Please give your feedback.
Thanks

At baby's door


The November wind whistles, rustles through trees tall , short
their servitude my pleasure as they swivel and flourish with each passing gust
their leaves they churn and tremble in anticipation of a season to be
and oh what a season it has been , blithe as the twitter I hear on a branch outside
Its night now and yet they persist, the song of sparrows and the taciturn night owls
The time is near and my window bursts with my own lilting reminiscences
played to the tune of this wistful wind; I embark on my pilgrimage only slightly early
earlier than I thought but this wind , this wind will set me free
As I shrivel and let it all free, like stones cast in the pond of tears
My tears of all those yearning years where shape or form eluded the grandness of my dreams
Dreams they stayed, withering , wilting, rotting even as father wrote to me each day
Bring them back to life, its never too late , breathless was the voice, a deep malaise that would smother the soul of the robust and sanguine
The letters , they ceased, another stone cast in that pond, what a season that was; despair bursting through the seams of every heart at home
Who could bear such heaviness , no, not me, and the languid wind just skimmed and skittered;
Tonight she bellows, not a listless ,moment, not a wistful voice, the night is truly hers to own
I stare into the blackened space of my courtyard, yesterday's thoughts, intentions, resolutions
still wary of will
The ebony of night now shone with such effulgence, I could swear there was a moon but no, there was none and still the light
I turn to my bed and lunge for the propitious moment, no, this time I will not abandon
What lay there was my moon uneclipsed, the purest of white, radiance shone from inside out
The path it hewed , the trenchant tunnel I walked without fear
The dream is now ciphered, my purpose awaits and I stop to tell who will listen
The wind is kind but gentle may you blow, a baby lies in sweet lull ,silent are the steps
that stride that crystal tunnel, yes as splendid a bridge as there ever was
nine months in all I walked towards that beaming moon, sun, earth and all
She was redemption , atonement and joy.
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Sat Oct 25 5:54 pm
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തെരേസ പാല അല്ലെ എഴുതിയത്. കൊള്ളാം

“Where words fail, music speaks.”
― Hans Christian Andersen
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Sat Oct 25 7:28 pm
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(Sat Oct 25 5:54 pm)Manzoor Ahamed Wrote:  തെരേസ പാല അല്ലെ എഴുതിയത്. കൊള്ളാം
കൊള്ളാല്ലോ എങ്ങനെ അറിഞ്ഞു കണിയാൻ..Icon_wink ( really )
Yes Its by Theresa Palayoor
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Sun Sep 23 6:27 pm
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ഇവിടെ ആരെങ്കിലും ഉണ്ടോ

VEGETARIANS ARE CRUEL,
THEY MURDER PLANTS WHICH CAN'T EVEN RESIST.
AT LEAST WE HAVE THE DECENCY TO KILL A CHICKEN
WHICH CAN RUN FOR IT'S LIFE ............
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