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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.

My Barbie Doll Comes









My Barbie Doll Comes 

 
Whoever comes!
Breaking deep dark quietly at midnight,
Whoever comes!

Whosever foot-steps can be heard!
The dreamy whole world is in a deep sleep.
So soft body mixed with darks,
Where is rushing my Barbie Doll?

The sound is coming towards me.
Gradually becomes deeper.
I lay my ears with full attention.

I've never heard ,
Such melodious divine tune.
I'm great mad at that tune.
The blast of that tune trembles.
The nucleus of each cell.

Her arrival is at deep night.
Obviously happens.
Suddenly the sound of foot-step stops!
The light insects stop lightening in great surprise.

Mind blowing scented smell of her,
Makes heart like a still moving top.
All the cells become curious & lively.

I know that divine smell forever.
Making a flock of stars at deep dark,
What an amazing artistic pattern!
My Barbie Doll comes!
 
Wahid Sky
Wahid Sky bills himself the crazy poet and lives in Bangladesh. His book of poetry is linked below.
 
 

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