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A set of poems by Samij Datta - inspired by Baudelaire
Cry Unto Thee
End of the Veil
Freshness
Illusion
Imagine
Night
Shame
Waiting
by Samij Datta (2008)
Freshness (2008)
Freshness grows in the breeze of grass,
Where sun beams float like an angel;
Green is the innocent dream
Of the brown-blooded being;
Earth, is the juice for heaven
Where the archer plays the silent game
Of shooting the star
By the arrow of his aim,
Precious gems are laid beneath
The layers of the darkened hell
A core, rich in freshness
Sweet is sour, when you bite the core.
- Samij Datta on www.charlesbaudelaire.co.uk from Artvantage TOP
Imagine (2008)
Trees can walk, streets can bark,
Houses blossom into flowers of darkness.
Empty being in rich garments are we
Chorus of the holy air fails
To reach the heart they want to.
Green leaves of the land cries
To preach few vowels of morality
Yet, we the king of earth are blind,
And walk a mile, a mile, a mile,
Pure beggarly…
- Samij Datta on www.charlesbaudelaire.co.uk from Artvantage TOP
Night (2008)
A night is freedom,
The fever of love,
Where the black queen
Waves her breast,
Shakes her loins,
To rejuvenate eternity;
Night is the mother
Of endless lights,
A thousand lanterns, speaking
The purity of progress;
Discriminate not
The black with the rest
Never forget
In black lies the crest
Of pains, which make you speak high.
- Samij Datta on www.charlesbaudelaire.co.uk from Artvantage TOP
End of the Veil (2008)
Ballad of morning glory
Filling sorrow of the subtle night, as
Grasses feast on dewdrops, of rocks
They sing aloud;
The grey wisdom of a serpent’s labour
Master red in orange frills,
Loves the breath of a sleepless horse,
Arise in the caves
Of blue great waves
Sea, an eternal grace,
To the shore, cultivating
A time to compose purple wing.
- Samij Datta on www.charlesbaudelaire.co.uk from Artvantage TOP
Cry Unto Thee (2008)
Everyday a young ache, death
Wrists around the face,
Besides a modern hunger
Which a happy bridge sings
Of labourious desire, the moon knows
Escapes the fraternity alone,
In the eye of the Knight,
Offers the sacred apple to the helm
It fetches a school of long legged train.
- Samij Datta on www.charlesbaudelaire.co.uk from Artvantage TOP
Waiting (2008)
Patience portrays in the sun
A sight no big
Praying like a door
Who walks the motion,
Of Her will, for the grave.
Content thee! Dancing hand
Imagine more out of
Appearance and darkness
Embroidered trees of beauty
Can tell you the mystery
Of delight, long awaiting plain
In the square of time.
- Samij Datta on www.charlesbaudelaire.co.uk from Artvantage TOP
Illusion (2008)
Little world thought
It lives for ages
But mask didn’t trade
In events so cruel
Mask, the golden lid
Knew better the motive
Of things little;
Remained passive, and didn’t pay
A penny for the glimpse of an illusion
Lonely content of emotions die
In the battle of evermore.
- Samij Datta on www.charlesbaudelaire.co.uk from Artvantage TOP
Shame (2008)
How long can we fly?
How good can we die?
Knows a bird better than us
She, the poet of our language
Never writes a poem
She, the heart of every flight
Never laughs at us
We take up our guns
To shoot them down
We are humans
We are clowns.
- Samij Datta on www.charlesbaudelaire.co.uk from Artvantage TOP
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