Z-Poems ।। What name do I give you today?
~ Arun Das
Whose smell is written in the sweat of your pain and imagination?
At body warmth?
Whose smell do I leave to the unbalanced time written in the blood?
Whose care of wind is blown all over your sick body.....l write, only his name in the page after page.
The dead river didn't tell me her name
I keep my fallen footprints in her dry fringe silently.
Fresh birds fly away, touching her lifeless water.
Thorn clouds store in her curvy breasts
Today, I spread the smell of shadows in sun blue leaves
The spellbound Sun opens the hem.
I see him at the turning point.
In the downpour
Returning home with the fresh Sunshine.
The juvenile river that dwells as the sun in the yard of the mind,
....... becomes the woman of my dreams.
You are not woman, not even lady
Teenage youthful stream
You just love
Love like moonlight color
Whose blown ashes.......
Poison of the evening.......
Makes everything beautiful
Men see me, you are just a lady's nest.
Let's merge to Mahua fragrant night
Broken the familiar fringe
.....in the water, where fireflies hides their faces.
Oneday the Sun will break the canvas and merge with the moon.
In the illusory moonlight
The calm river wipes the eyes upon your breast.
The moonlight plays in the calm smoke.
The night flies
The darkness of the eye broke in a night.
I uncovered the deceased moon upon the call of intense shadow.
In the midst of dead dreams.
I scribed more darkness in my heart than the care I have showed you.
Who became blue in the body odor of spring water?
—You, he's just you.
Whose gray leaves keep the darkness?
- Yours, only yours.
I keep the night open today
I keep the tree open
Lamp colored air
I overlay Mahua fragrance on my eyes
In the eyes of the shy night
The lost river wakes up in the green darkness
The song of the Moonlight fairy
One day to break, I wiped you out in the dark ...
You are, yet why am I lonely in your darkness?
Today, in the awakening light of heart, our sad waters lie ...
Wakes up lying down
When come back, the sign of sky fell on on the leaves
Is happiness in the blind light better than darkness?
Go back to the city of the dead, as not to grieve for the dead wind
Hide yourself in the algae-colored lake
Those silent deposits are on the fallen leaves
Crowds of lost eyes
When the desert wakes up
Inside the erased memory
All those silent nights, with wet hair painted by Alpana....
Called by name
Yet, with love, all the darkness of the world could be removed.
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