Poems by Asim Kumar Paul
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LinkedIn GroupsGroup: Creative Outlet VenturesDiscussion: Please read my poem and comment:Ilana Haley • FIERY OPALS I dreamed about a more beautiful world I was there - with everyone that I loved near me I dreamed about a more beautiful world Fire opals glow blood Red opalescent sunset red Sunrise in space burning above Beyond into throbbing beating Spirits longing. I was there - I loved, I dreamed Fiery opals reflected evanescent Memories, anguished times, times of joy Joyous laughter, singing Burning, burning, burning Arise, my friend, encircle into Within hope of our hearts desire Rimmed in golden pearled innocence You dream, I dream, we dream Enmeshed in dance of opal fire Wine misted, we dance we embrace.1 hour ago• Unlike 1 Posted byIlana Haleya published author for prose and poertry.Chicago, Illinois Writing and EditingCurrentThe Roky Hill (poems and stories) at Ilana HaleyIlana Haley at "The Rocky Hill"ASIM KUMAR PAUL • A beautiful poem. I love it. Thanks to Ilana Haley.35 minutes ago ASIM KUMAR PAUL • ON BEATING OF DRUMS The evening that comes in the village fold, The figures in the dark contour, That holds heaven of dancing tour, And resolute in merriment of twilight, To cross the bridge of day and night, Villagers are on the threshold to make tide, Dancing and turning over and again, Each one holding merriment in the beating, And some onlookers are gilded in joy, And welcome the dance, ripening color Of the fire that lights night across the sky, The evening forgets dark seas, And mingles into dancing delight.2 seconds ago• Delete • Edit Comment
LinkedIn GroupsGroup: Creative Outlet VenturesDiscussion: Please read my poem and comment:Ilana Haley • ...The rest of that evening (A poem from The Rocky Hill. Story (“Give us a kiss) ...The rest of that evening was peaches and cream, Dimmed lights and pink champagne Poisoned with dreams. Grey snails on a blood-red platter, Slippery and slimy as the gutter. Murmurs wafting in the smoke-filled-air; Memories of love lurking everywhere. Shadows - like touches - Words filled with lies and ashes. Hollow shadows grinning wide Like jackals on a starlit night. Time is bewitched. I am glowing, I am flying, but Between us a wall of fog is lying. I am hateful and my body tears. Flutter of lips in the dark Like the flutter of moths’ wings. From a black man like lava From a dark mountain Irrupt love songs that Even God has forgotten... Suddenly: A scorching heat, a whisper, “Are you with me,my love?" And I know, again The time has Come to part And a stony silence Fills my heart.8 hours ago• Unlike 1Above posted by Ilana Haley ASIM KUMAR PAUL • REFLECTION OF LOVEBeautiful things, Moving in spirit of dream, Are needful to loving persons, As if window gives entry To the vision of flower, Whose beauty is true, In real belongings, and in dream, too, And love is like wakeful singing, Into mind, and kissing is a term of living, And it takes time to know love.If something is slipping away, It is the mind that swings in vision, And a look into flowering appearance Will bring beauty of love, Every touch will bring peace, Over body and mind, And everyone will learn, Love is an essence, and Nothing is missing in its presence. This poem can be seen at http://asimkumarpaul.blogspot.in/2012/08/reflection-of-love.htmlANDMy previous poem can be seen at http://asimkumarpaul.blogspot.in/2012/08/on-beating-of-drums-1.html6 hours ago1Above: Posted by Asim Kumar Paul LeelaUnfollowLeela Alvarez • And everyone will learn, Love is an essence, and Nothing is missing in its presence. purity of beauty in motion! Thank you dear for sharing this loving touch with us!Posted by Leela Alvarez
LinkedIn GroupsGroup: Creative Outlet VenturesIlana Haley • THIS LAND No body can destroy This Land again. Those who will be doomed –are doomed, judged forever. I am standing on the ramparts looking down to the sea-washed walls; complete clairvoyance wraps itself around me, enfolds me as a cocoon, silky, soft, yet free; I understand; I turn and run, but his arms Encircle me, lightly. I see another star between us, twinkling bravely in the brilliant, blazing sun. His eyes are sad but laughing, His smile is sweeter then sweet. I watch our shadows walking side by side, Close than closer in this life. He places a red rose in my hand, He says, this is for you. My heart is full – full to breaking. Our stars are wild this night – Wild this night – Richly warm, honey covered Is this night, in this Land, this night– Half a life ago. *** There is a storm tonight, lightening and thunder, A storm in our hearts and being. Al our stars are hidden, Life seems very bleak. Only when he returns... When he remembers... When I remember... Do not forget to remember, Is the lonely time as a second, split, a heartbeat, a drop of dew1 day ago• Unlike 1 Follow IlanaIlana Haley • shalom1 day ago• Unlike 1 Follow IlanaIlana Haley • THE TWO OF THEM She turned slowly toward him,cupping his facewithin her trembling hands,holding him tightly, lovingly…her brother, her lover,more– so much more, than loveas our world circus perceives love– This two people had been togethersince they were children…they were destined…predestined, to meet one daythen part and die a little–But still… Still their meeting is beyondtime and space or power to reckon.They have known each other sincethey were children– They will always have a song togethera song they heard one daystanding on their balcony…("To dream the impossible dream") the only home they will everknow together, a hallowed placein space. http://www.ilanahaley.com1 day ago• Unlike 2 ASIM KUMAR PAUL • Dear friend, Ilana Haley. Your poems are inspiring to write. Thanks.TIME TO BE PARTING AWAYTwo partners are in colors, They are in bubbles of blooming around, Making the nature beautiful, The message from them: To tell the world they are in love, wishes of love. They are worth to the hymn of lovely love, They are beautiful between The earth and the universe.She says, “We are born in bush.” He says, “We are spaces of the heart.” She says again, “One day we will be Dried out, even if we do want to be fine.” He replies, “By definition, we are The occupants of love, and similarly By definition we are born to die.”“Shh! Do not say these more,” she says, “Let the earth to appear in its full bloom.”This poem can be seen at http://asimkumarpaul.blogspot.in/2012/08/time-to-be-parting-away.html25 minutes ago