SHADES OF LIGHT AND DARK
Maybe I feel something.
A soft heart or a gentle breeze, a sensation
Maybe a night of wakefulness
Shades of light and dark floating in the moonlight
A soft heart or a gentle breeze, a sensation
Maybe a night of wakefulness
Shades of light and dark floating in the moonlight
Maybe I am waiting for someone, and someone for me.
Maybe one evening, a garden of clouds would desire me,
only me. In a warm magpie forest,
constellations whisper.
Maybe one evening, a garden of clouds would desire me,
only me. In a warm magpie forest,
constellations whisper.
Maybe I am losing myself in a dream
Maybe a generous shade lulls me to sleep in broad daylight
And the vortex of sand and water pulls me in.
Maybe a generous shade lulls me to sleep in broad daylight
And the vortex of sand and water pulls me in.
Maybe I am waiting at the gates of a kingdom.
Perhaps a bird, a strand of grass hides in my world
The breeze from the sails of the horizon
raising the rhythm through the calm nocturnal sea.
Perhaps a bird, a strand of grass hides in my world
The breeze from the sails of the horizon
raising the rhythm through the calm nocturnal sea.
Maybe I will see a kite looking for its string
A paused rain drop, a search
waiting in front of me
Magic has spread a mountain of illusions
calling us by waving discarded feathers
A paused rain drop, a search
waiting in front of me
Magic has spread a mountain of illusions
calling us by waving discarded feathers
Maybe I will step into the rumblings of a forest
A leaf, a summer, surrounded by the golden sun
on a field full of harvest
A lonely elusive call losing faith and closing its fists.
A leaf, a summer, surrounded by the golden sun
on a field full of harvest
A lonely elusive call losing faith and closing its fists.
Maybe I am waiting for a moment
An impression, a smell or an empty house
A feeling of silent tiredness
Walking down the path of prose that excites my soul.
(Rajeeb Shil Jibon)
An impression, a smell or an empty house
A feeling of silent tiredness
Walking down the path of prose that excites my soul.
(Rajeeb Shil Jibon)
I chose this poem as my favorite because '' a garden of clouds would desire me, only me. In a warm magpie forest,constellations whisper.'' caught my attention because i like to imagine a warm quiet place in a forest and little rays of sunlight filter though the branches of trees from the canopy .
I also like this stanza ''Maybe I will step into the rumblings of a forest
A leaf, a summer, surrounded by the golden sunon a field full of harvest '' it is similar to the previous one where i said about the warm quiet place but this time the golden sun kissing lightly on my cheeks and forehead in a field full of harvest . It makes you feel like in a dream like state where nothing else matters . The sweet serenity engulfs the entire place making you feel safe and sound . No worries . No Problems .
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