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flowering
art is the flowering of a poem a revelation from the muse surrender of the self and no self emerges out of golden lotuses blooming in the white shimmer of crystal stars of the dark night in vajrasana dark petals soft glances and eternity
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4 days ago1 min read


Late nights
r/Poem•2y ago surrealbot Late nights Original Content Poem Was it so easy for you You seem to move on Like nothing Nothing happened. Like we were just strangers Just happened to pass by. This forlornness without you Is nothing. Make me feel again Come to me Lift me up I only seem to be waiting Waiting For nothing. These tears Mean nothing. In dreams that fade In waking so strange Here without you Is a desert of nothing. Make me feel again Touch me Make me understand This noth
bishal baruah
Jun 91 min read


Spring
r/Poem • 2y ago surrealbot Spring Original Content Poem Spring is here my love, Wake up. Why do you want to die in your sorrows And make me suffer thus. Spring is beautiful here in my place The air is crisp And the trees are flowering. I hear the birds with their songs of lovemaking And the spring festival and merrymaking. And I call out to you in the wind moving to the west Maybe you w
bishal baruah
May 21 min read


Passing
Go to Poems r/Poems • 2y ago surrealbot Passing To die with your sweet memories Is all I hope for now. Everyday fading in and out, I try to hold onto you fast, Not letting the world consume me. The world has started to grow desolate, Until the end times there will be standstill. And there are the anarchists, And preachers of enlightenment, The punishers and forewarners, Making rules
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May 21 min read


Witness
Go to Poems r/Poems • 2y ago surrealbot Witness Look at the world, Look at the stars. And see. Everything in motion. Sometimes everything seems so fine Not so cruel like I thought. When you send your messengers to me With your love, They say nothing, Yet I am so overjoyed. Their tender heart dissolves this cold world, Or maybe I was the cold one, Living in my own dark nights. Yet they com
bishal baruah
Apr 301 min read


Raindrops of Spring
surrealbotart.com The rain comes like a ceremony Sounds like thousand crashes I drink my morning coffee watching the rain fall On everything The grass, the soil, the windowpane Even on my coffee The rain comes in all occasions Sometimes when I'm overjoyed Although mostly in my dark days When it comes without a notice It makes me so overwhelmed A gloomy weather suits the rain A rain with a little sunshine makes a rainbow Still I prefer the dark rain Dark umbrellas Late for wor
bishal baruah
Apr 291 min read


Raindrops and Oils
surrealbotart.com r/Poem•2y ago surrealbot Raindrops and Oils Original Content Poem There is a kind of madness Maybe she is just reflecting me Her deep eyes And the longing arises A rose of thousand petals Makes me a loser of dreams And being in grace In raindrops and oils In Delft curtained rooms A glimpse Into the world That Everlasting The Eternal
bishal baruah
Apr 291 min read


Candlesticks
See these green hills Us driving by these winding roads To a place with soft moving pines And you touch my hands time to time And I feel so reassured in this reality A place where we both exist You smile as we both understand The meaning of our glances You look back outside the window The valley that we left behind Now its just us here Just one You light the candlesticks I see you Your face is the one I long for All these lives Just for this glimpse
bishal baruah
Apr 291 min read


Ready
r/Poems • 4mo ago surrealbot ready are you coming with us to the lighthouse keep your belongings here its going to be a short trip i agree lets go just let me drive no its only me you navigate the waters well not a sailor yet give me the wheel say yes and our friend will look for you ready
bishal baruah
Apr 271 min read


A River
r/Poem • 2y ago surrealbot A river Original Content Poem You come to me in silent dreams Erasing your memories each time we part Yet your waves remain After the twilight hours We meet in all places Once we were standing on a pier Looking down at the flowing waters You know it's a male river Are you stating a fact or? Do you see the river raging I see a lot of things, and? I'm not statin
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Apr 261 min read


A little too late
Go to Poem r/Poem • 2y ago surrealbot A little too late Original Content Poem She likes to dress black But really she is a red flower Of the most beautiful heaven Her sweetness even in her anger Sweetness of heavenly nectar Oh so sweet is her love Her love so everlasting Touching me in my secret heart We are good pretenders Like nothing happened Her laughter is the celebration Really her smile is everything for me We like to pretend Drin
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Apr 261 min read


Silence in the flowing gardens
She sits in resplendent gardens Of rivers of sweetness Her feet lands on soft glowing grass Flowing with cool streams The flowers touch her Adorns her in splendid jewels Conch shells and deep blue sea horses Pearls and shimmering lights juxtaposed Oh so ephemeral is my sorrow In front of her everlasting grace She takes me into her silence Compelling me to take the step S'il vous plaît I say to her as I go into cool waters sparkling She smiles and takes my hand Mārī sāthē rahē
bishal baruah
Apr 261 min read


The Seaside Restaurant
Where were you All these years? Is this much a waiting for you As much I feel? You always look into the distance What do you see? Lets go eat We go to the seaside restaurant With white curtains Flowing on a summer breeze We sit for the grand buffet Its just a few of us in here Food is served in gratefulness I stand and say thank you And I look at you And I look into the horizon These fleeting moments Tears roll down when we realize These moments will soon pass Why this clingi
bishal baruah
Apr 261 min read
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