Love caravan - poetry byUjjol Kamal

April 24, 2012 - PRLog -- “I love to write deep, dark, lyrical, esoteric poems. I try seeing the World beyond the veils of veiled love, lust, desire. All manners of human suffering affect me gravely and sadly. Poetry is the art of love, death, and life.”

Dedication

This book is dedicated to Janice Altman, the kind-hearted, warm, gentle motherly figure, who was always there for me in my times of needs and concern and to whom I will always look for guidance, advice, and light.

Thank you, Janice.

I hope this book will carry you for a little while to the far flung, surreal, enchanting, insightful realms of time, space, love, life. - Ujjol -

Nightingale

O why do I feel so insignificantly infinite
As I see the sad moon climbing slowly up the more sadden sky
O do I feel so trapped in time and tide
Is this reality a life
Or is there anything lurking behind the eyes
Dancing daisy
Daffodils sublime dance a little more in the easy breeze of the late afternoon
Before the sunset sets to sleep for the night
The nocturnal owls are howling as the mighty storm causing crime
O ode to the nightingale of the night
Is death a dream
Dream a lie
Who made you
And who made I
Why and what
How and why the reasons unreasonable running nude wild
Windy winds whisper into the silent ears of the sycamore, mahogany, pine
The ocean’s bed sink’ deep to gather more watery surprise
Ode to the nightingale in the night
While the seven seagulls soaring up the oblivious sky
And the fishermen pulling in empty lines, fighting against the lunar tide
Some nights are fruitful
Others are futile
The monsoon menstruating below the bewildering beguiling earthen isle
The mango-blossoms spreading sweet fragrance of paradise
Love-pagoda is leaning on one side
The culture-conflict theorem of life
The poor get poorer
The richer get right...
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