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Ronjoy Brahma Nov 2015
खन्थाइगिरि नङा बियो
उन्दै समफोराव लिरदोँमोन नामा
दिनैसिम आं मिथिया खिन्थायाखैबो
अदेबानि आं फरायनो मोनफेराखै
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सानथामसो सिगांआवसो
गांसे बिजाब साफायदोँ बियो
दुलाराय सुबुंनो फरायनो थाखाय
गावनि रोँनाय आरो स्टाइलखौ मिथिहोनो
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बिजाब मुङा दिन्थिना
गिदिर महरनि बिजाब
सलमा नङाबा जारिमिनानो जानो हागौ
नायनि मा बिजाब बेलाइ
फरायनि-
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आरांगायाव बिजाबखौ मोन्ना
मिनिसुलु मिनिना सान्दोँ निला
रोजा खोमसि हरा मेगन सोरखि हायै
हरथौबाय जेरैबो सिरिसै
खोरखिखौ फाङो बियो
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ससमाखौ आरामै हमना लायो मेगनाव
बिजाबखौ बोद्लाना फरायनो सिगां
बियो-
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बिजाबनि समायना बिखं महरखौ नायबावो
समायना आलायारननि सावगारि
फुंनि जारां सान ओँखारनाय बुब्लि
गेवलां गेवथां बिबार बारनाय
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आरामै जिरायो निला
बिजाबखौ मेगन सेराव लायो
सिरि सिरि फरायलाङो--
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बयजोँबो बाखोनाय जायो
रावबो बाखोनाया लाबा थानो हाया
जोबोद समायना मेगन बिनि
बिखा गुवार गोसो गुदुं
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जाय जाय सोलोँथाइ मोनो
बियो हमनो हायो बबे मोजांसिन?
एबा बबे सोर गाज्रिसिन
बेबादि सोलोँथाइ बेयो फोरोङो
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हायना गोनां एबा हायनामुलिबादि
बिनि फोरोँनाया गासैबो गेबेँ
सोरबा नेवसिनो हागौ?
रावबो हाया बिनि रोँमोन गियानखौ
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बिनि महर मुस्रिया समायना
बिनि गोगो गोसो आरो
बिखा गुवार गोथौ गियाननि थाखाय
बोलो दं बेहा सोलेराव आरो
गावनि मोन्दांथि गोहोखौ लानानै
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बेयो एसेबां गुरैदि
सना बाना रावखौबो सोँखारिया
बियो थुलुंगा गोनां
समान सोलोँथाइ होनो लुबैयो
आंगोबादि बयखौबो आंगो सानो बियो
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से दान बारा जालांबायमोन आं
बिनि सेर सेर मागिबायनाया
अन्नाय मोन्नाय आय'
फाग्लिबादि जालांदोँ आं
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नाथाय हमथायो हमथाथारो
अब्लाबो जौमोना मानिया
आं बिनि खाथियाव थांगौ थांगौ
सान हर बेबादिनो थांदोँमोन
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बिनि आयदाखौ आं मोजां मोन्दोँ
मानोना आं बिखौ गोसो थोबाय
गोसो थोनाया बेनो नामा?
जायखौ मोजां मोनो
बिनि फंफ्रोमबो रावखौनो गोदै मोनो
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आं बिखौ हास्थायो
नाथाय जाम्बिनि हास्थायनाय बादि?
बियो सासे फ्रपेसार
आरो आं सासे फरायसा
निला सारनि सासे फरायसा
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फारागआ बेसेबा गोजौ गाहाय
लाजिनांगौ जाब्लाबो लाजिया आं
मानोना मोजां मोन्नाया बेनो
आंनि बैसोआ नैजिल'मोन अब्ला
जानो हागौ बिनि बैसोआ थामजिबा
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आरिमु जालिया सेथि खोन्दोआव
बे सारखौ लोगो मोन्दोँ आं
आं जेन'बा खाफाल गोनां
नाथाय आं सानफ्राङो-
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सुदेम आं निजोरा अब्लाबो
बियोदि गोजोम फैगोन?
बियो जोमै जाब्लाबो
थमेन्नाय आं बिबार जाब्लाबो
बियो बिलिर फैमारगोन?
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गोरबोआव बेखौल' जायगा होदोँ
बेनो आंनि गासैबो
आं आरो रावखौबो नुवाखै
दैमा-दैसा बिफां-लाइफां
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बिनो गासैबो आंनि
हा-दै-अर-बार-अख्रां
बिनि सेराव थांब्लानो
सानसे बिखौ नुब्लानो गोजोनो आं
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आं बिखौ मोजां मोनो
बिखौनो मोजां मोनबाय था होन्ना
सान हरा आंखौ खारदिँबाय थादोँ
समबार मंगलबारमोना जंखायबाय थादोँ
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हे गसाइ!
आंनि थांखिया जाफुंबाय दिनै
बै रजेया दिनै आंनिसै
बियो दिनै आंनि सिन्दुर
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दिन्थिनानि सल'खौ जागायनोसै-
गोसो गुदुं निला
समबादि गावनि पेरियटखौ फोजोबदोँ
समा नै रिँगासो जाबायमोन
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लामायाव लासै लासै थाबायदोँ
नायफा नायफा उनथिँ नायहरदोँ
गोजोन्नाय गैयामोन दिन्थिनाहा
जोमैना निजोरामोन बिनि गोसोआ
रावबो हमनो हानाय नङामोन
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बियो सोरखौबा लामा नायदोँ
लानो बाबांसिन बेन'टि बेग
फाफ्लियाव नङा आखायावनो लादोँ
रावबो लोगो गैया बिजोँ
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गावनि मारुटि सुजुखिखौ
लासै लासै सालायबाय निला
लामायाव थाथे थाथे लासै थाबायनाय
दिन्थिनाखौ बेल होदोँ
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दिन्थिनाखौ निला सिनायगौ
सानफ्रोमबो रायज्लायोआनो लोगो मोनब्ला
माबादि फरायसा दिन्थिनाया
मोजाङैनो निला मिथिगौ
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लामाखौ हगाराखै बियो
लासैनिफ्राय लासैसिन थाबायदोँ
बेप बेप बेलखौ दामदोँ निलाबो
गले गले बेल दामब्लाबो फेलेँ
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गाड़िखौ लाखिदोँ आरो
मिज्लौ मिज्लो नायदोँ दिन्थिनाखौ
दिन्थिनायाबो मिजोलौ नायदेरदोँ
सोमोनांथाव बिजिरख' हायै ओँथि
14/11/2015
Raven Oct 2015
He isn't just a book. I can't sum him up in a novel with limited chapters or words. He is an entire library, filled with shelf after shelf of books of adventures and magic. And it would be the greatest gift to spend the rest of my life, reading every single one of his amazing books he holds inside of him.
moss Oct 2015
envelop me with your yellowed pages
as I read of stories throughout the ages
let me melt into your printed letters
and wash them away like stormy weather
let me sink into your wondrous words
until my wounds are mended and cured

oh please, dear novel,  be so kind
and let me escape my wretched mind
my weary eyes have not the strength
to focus for your extended length
the voice that reads inside my head
has grown so brittle and nearly dead

so allow me, I beg of you, only to be
a part of your tale, and I'll be free
Kale Oct 2015
The tension between
Our cold eyes were
Thick.
We entangled our broken
Hearts
Into one entity
Without realizing we dragged
Each other to the breaking point.
We worked hard
To maintain this fleeting love,
But our pride
Crushed it.

Now we are left
In a pool of tears
Wondering what life could be
If remained unified.
Marisa Lu Makil Oct 2015
If I could write a poem
From the notes of a song
A song near
And dear
To
My beating heart

And plucked out by
My heart strings,

I would write a novel

But alas
They are just notes
And these - majestic words.
I was trying to think of a poem I could write, and all that came to my mind were the piano notes to a song I wrote. If only...
brandon nagley Sep 2015
Sɦɛs ռօʋɛʟ
                   Sɦɛ's ʄʀօʍ tɦɛ ʊռɛxքʟօʀɛɖ;
                                    Aռ ɛռɢɨռɛɛʀ, օʄ օtɦɛʀ աօʀʟɖ's.






©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Robert Ronnow Aug 2015
Numerous number systems beyond the real:
complex numbers, octonions, omnions which can eat whole black
      holes.
It's axiomatic that your personal history, preferences, how you feel
account for nothing at all.

$30 buys a flock of chickens for a needy family (International Rescue
      Committee)
$29 gets a girl a school uniform (CARE), for $300 you can stock a fish
      pond (Heifer International)
$69 can start a female entrepreneur in the sewing business (Mercy
      Corps)
$5 will buy a bed net that protects a family from mosquitoes (Against
      Malaria)

20th century experiments demonstrated that electrical charge is
      quantized; that is, it comes in
multiples of individual small units called the elementary charge, e,
      approximately equal to 1.602
x 10-19 coulombs (except for particles called quarks which have
      charges that are multiples of
1/3e).

Why has the experimentalism of the avant-garde, which has failed in
      the novel, succeeded in
poetry? Because poetry is always experimental; while the novel, on
      the contrary, by its nature,
cannot be . . . which is to say that experimentalism is synonymous
      with poetry, and that applied
to the novel, it leads simply to the substitution of the novel with
      poetry. --Alberto Moravia

Man made the town, Fibonacci inflated zero to be the wheel
around which the universe turns and language is the soul
walking and talking quietly or going angrily to war.
"Counting is in its very essence magical, if any human practice is at all.
      For numbers are things no one has ever seen or heard or touched."
      As are words.

Joan Didion thought the scariest stanza in all of poetry
begins Row, row, row your boat gently
down the stream. The elements, the material penumbra,
irresolvable for the mortal, readily dissolve in words and numbers.
--Kristof, Nicholas, "Gifts That Say You Care", New York Times, December 3, 2011.
--Moravia, Alberto, "Poetry and the Novel", Threepenny Review, Summer, 1987
--Harris, Roy, The Origin of Writing, Open Court Publishing Co., 1986

www.ronnowpoetry.com
writer Jul 2015
to be written
what we have brought
to an end
in the middle of the novel
Vivian Jun 2015
Red
In the dullness of the day
There comes a flood of red.
The color showers down
Pumping life into the dead.

Within seconds they embrace the red.
The red drives them quite insane.
So much red all at one time!
But the red will come again.

The red will show no mercy.
The red will be feared.
The raging red will feast on even
The innocent while it's here.

But still, the red will bring them laughter.
Red's brought them joy from the start.
This very red reverberates
In their violent, ****** hearts.

The red will be forgotten.
The red will be ignored.
The ruthless red will ruin some
While others go on as before.

To those who prance around
And join in on the rumble,
Know that when you play with red
You're also playing with the devil.
My poetic response to a scene in Charles Dickens's "A Tale of Two Cities."

If you read the novel, you may remember the scene where a cart of wine tips over and spills onto the street, and people flock over to taste the wine and celebrate it. This poem draws a parallel between the French citizens' thirst for wine and their later thirst for blood when the guillotine is brought about. It's shocking how eager and willing the citizens become to witness the beheading of another. I tried my best to portray the dark nature of the French during the French Revolution,  as depicted in "A Tale of Two Cities," in this poem.

Published by Poetic Power in a young poets anthology.
Devashish Kumar May 2015
“Repetition", he said, "bores me.
I like things new and fresh.
That’s why I never get committed.”
“No", she said, "that’s not the reason.
Don’t you enjoy every time you watch a sunrise?
Don’t you enjoy listening to your favourite music on repeat mode?
Don’t you like reading novels?”
“I do listen to my favourite music over and over again. After a few repetitions, I will change it certainly.
I do enjoy reading novels. But every time I read, it is new one.”
And there she stood clueless,
Looking for right reasons for him,
As he walked away,
Probably thinking he won a battle,
Without even considering
That he may be losing the war-
A war within himself.
“He didn't mention sunrise though.
Did he forget to mention it or
Did he leave it purposely?”
She wondered as she watched him blend in the crowd.
Repetition is often perceived as boring, But beauty lies in repetitions. Someone people find it difficult to commit to someone. If it is so, you, probably, haven't found the one.
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