Ujjol Poetry

01/31/2020

Running from Taliban
There’s no relief--
V***r of uncertainty stretches from Thames to Thebes
In silence the Sphinx speaks, the Pyramids shriek
The core of Earth cannot standeth still
The humans are devouring each other like the ever hungry black hole-pit


The sky gotten so red today
Like a salmon swimming in red liquid heat
Autumn leaves are falling in pairs
Like the hungry ants in hibernating fear

Her eyes are sunken
Hunger lingering like the famine-struck-fish
This world is a bitch
Where everybody is busy fulfilling its greed

GOP is no more a party
But a cult headed by imbecile, corrupt Trump along with his puss-filled feed
The idiot got impeached by the Congress, yet the Senate sets him free
That’s what happens when your Constitution is 233 years old
Rewrite it now before it’s too late to punish all these criminals and bad seeds

Running from Taliban
I cannot see the forest for its trees
January’s 2020 semi-frozen rains fall in painful watery relief
Trees are standing tall, firm, naked, still
Shrill voices of the vultures thicken the mid-air of departed spring

Cannot sleep night after night
The wife left him as he smokes and drinks
Talk of longingness and loneliness echo and reverberate inside the empty pockets of his salient silk;
The soul stranger doesn’t stayeth still as his unseen spirits linger not but race in the formless formations of the smoking spiraling ink; hanging loosely around the dead depthless dungeons of his death-drenched-dreams

She cannot move, or feel anything; she left home while she was 13
Her clientele consists mainly of the super-rich filthy filth
The priest says if she had her period, or pills

Running from Taliban
The intolerant, the ignorant politicians are wreaking havoc in the air, land, seas

Forget all religions, forget all colors, creeds
Forget all grievances, forget all grief
Forgo all money, motors, and machines
Forgo all myth, mist--
Conquer hate with love and laughter
Vanquish all desire, distress, disease

Let my Congo flow free
Let my feathers fly free beneath the azure sky of blue bliss and the green pasture gleaming in the twilight breeze
Let my children mix and mingle with your children like the moonlit magical clip
Let my mountains roll and leap
Let my Earth sleep and heal

Do not bruise and bleed my planet
Do not pollute my springs
Do not take by force or trick
Do not injure Earth with your hatred, greed and grip

Let us pray that we do not extinct
Let us pray we can appreciate to reciprocate each other pain, pleasure, and peace

Oh do not move
Hold still
Stood still the majestic stick
While magical Eve tempted his wick

Running from Taliban
Whereof the humanity sails to sink

Let me live again
Resurrected I come again
Domes are falling
Crosses are burning
The serpents in the grass sing---


01/30/2020

07/13/2018

O America

O America, O America
O my beautiful, bold America; “the land of the free, the home of the brave”
O what have we become in this hellish Trumpian era-?
Darkness engulfs us
Ignorance and intolerance infests
My White House the idiotic Trump-cabinet disgrace
I no longer see the twilight light
I no longer see the seagulls fly
Lady Liberty cries and cries
And my star-spangled banner do not rise
Everywhere I see such turmoil, injustice, lies, wrong-

O my America
My beautiful, my bright
To Thee I claim and cry to stop them before they extinguish our light-
Never felt I such misery, such blight
I see only ahead of me days of utter darkness, nights of utter naught
They stand for everything against that you stand for
My woodlands they rob
My forests they defrock
They are polluting my rivers; they are stealing my land, my musical chords
With guns and immigration they are rolling their balls of hatred, racial tensions and double-talks upon the just, ever-esteemed steps of Washington and Lincoln-

O America, O America
O my beautiful, bold America; “the land of the free, the home of the brave”
No more, no more mattereth anymore, even the Justices are judging wrong
In the name of politics these corrupt politicians stabbing us all
They lie, they rob, they have no remorse-they sleep with money, they sleep with maggots
O what have we become in this infernal Trumpian era-?
Darkness drinks us all
Ignorance and intolerance infests round around the chrysalis of justice and truth
My White House the idiotic Trump-cabinet disgrace, disrobe
I no longer see the twilight light
I no longer see the seagulls fly
Lady Liberty cries
And my star-spangled banner do not riseth-
Everywhere I see such turmoil, injustice, lies, and wrongs-

Kamal 07/12/2018

05/17/2018

CHASM

Dear God, I do not wait for her to undress, my life will be lonely after she leaves me to die—

I am as if the leaves of early Spring suddenly, sullenly woken up to drink the deep, the dark, the depthless sweet, honeyed rain of May Queen in the pre-twilight hours while the dew and mist meet, mate, mix- the soul of my shadow keep losing itself upon the droplets of many a long, lost, dead dreams—

Alas! Now my Wuthering Heights lay so bare, barren and bereaved; remember the days while Cathy and Heathcliff ran and raced so carefree-making love below the Moor below the moon of full bloom; more, more, and more--
My soul is torn between both ends-
I do not sleep for the fear of being engulfed inside the dark chasm of oblivious dreams-drenched-dream
Up in the distance, far from the farm where the fir and ferns grow unfettered unturned I can see and sense a spiraling form forming into a strange shape whose shape changes and shifts as the wind of the Moor mouths her love furnace like the thunder and lightning in the Helsinki hills

When the rain comes and washes away the stains, the enthralling fragrance, the purity of her satin saree remaineth deep beneath the ruby lips of her virginal enclave
And my pain knows of no way to escape-it grows, it grows as the seeds of the earth busting, bursting open the sheath of earth and ocean

I see the spider keeps weaving his net to trap the other small insects, so he can eat to weave again and again-enticing, enmeshing the foamy feathers of love dwelling in the chasm of love!

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11/03/2017

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