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On what remains forever


The dying rays of light

People suffer and forever suffer,
In the vast expanse of the universe
amidst the multitude of life
In the veracity of multifarious colours
among the reds of love
and the yellows of joy
With the pinkish shy 
and the peaceful white
Black forever lies. 

In the blooming heart lies hidden
the curse of the Sisyphus
For the sheikhs and the mullahs
and Brahmins of the Ved
here walks together, 
Rabies and the monks
of modernity and traditional
to take the place of Prometheus

In the courageous smiles
deep seated are the sighs,
The sighs of life lived and a life not realised
Of all the expectations 
and forgotten dreams 
diluting themselves in the blowing wind

Suffering exist and Suffering remains
against the tides of space and time
Over the throne of brave Hercules,
rules the pain of Nemean Lion,
Beyond the joy of Helen and the Prince
the terror of Melelaus occilates

One minute past, 
and the flicker of light gone
But amidst the dazzling light of laughter,
the dark abyss remains
The limited Elysium,
and the ever extending lands of Hell
over the water of vast oceans
and the burnings beneath,
Above the table of Zeus,
Cerberus of Hades reigns.


~Nafis Haider





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Prachalit

The Best of dreams to Dream

Sa'al asked Ilm  What is the best of dreams to dream To live a vagabond or die young Unchaste or pure like an unborn  To aim, and aim for glorious heights  In pursuit of a world made Elixer of life Nay, replied Sa'al, this is too individualistic selfish and void Again asked was Ilm What is the best of dreams to dream  To desire for a life of relentless pursuits Of fame, glory and recognition Of wealth, health and wisdom To seek for enlightenment and climb the distance where no one is present Nay, Sa'al said, this is too self serving claims no lust of aspiration Ilm retried to answer What is the best of dreams to dream To love someone till the heaven shine To dissolve like the fire of hell  To burn and don't give way to burning  And survive the long harrowing of separation Nay, this is too damp, redundant and fragile Sa'al opened up now, for Ilm was shut out of answers What is the best of dreams to dream  the Earth spoke to me, said he To dream of life as a vagabond