Blooming Roses

By Sumirasko

Blooming Roses is a collection of 108 poems selected by me. The poet himself says his creative verses are like blood flowing in his veins. Ideas of poetry and his philosophy will be appreciated by the thinkers and citizens, including young youths of college and schools alike.

His poems have attracted the attention of the entire world. So we request only to read and have across to Sumiraskos wonderful world of creations. Your feedback to me and publishers will encourage us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Oct 25, 2013
• ISBN: 9781482811988

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Contents

Creative Fever

Divine Love

Motion

Squares

I remember

The Mist

She is fancy of delight

In Distress

Love’s Dream

The Silence

Destiny

No Panacea (Godesia)

‘Lean on me’

Diseased thoughts

Express

The Snare

In the arms of emotion

When the bus ran away (1983–86)

Distant horizens come nigh

The Square

The anabolic ambit by Alexander Raskolinikov

Insecurity

The Feminine Principle

Perfect Indecision

My Monalisa

City to Village and Sacrilege

Vision

On Peace

The Diary

Recollected Ecstasy

Love is Salvation

January

Conquest

Interrogated

The Man

Borrowed thoughts

Unnatural Love

Unmarked Harte

On Morality and Mortality

Perfume

Complete Dependence

Living Lucy

The Feminine Principle

Awake

On Personal Liberty

Life and Death

The Drunkard

Destiny

Cold Fusion

Rupturns Mirth

Spiritual Leisure

Joyful Hate

The Liar

Sandwitched

Round the clock

Just Vainful

The Man

OHIO

Goddess of Love

Effort

Too Deep

Intermission

My Verses

Truly far

Come on

Unseen Love

Tired

Little or No

In a dark room

Vices Eternized

Come into me ‘O God’

I must have been like

The Blank Paper

Death—The Brute

She was a fair Sight

When Love Calls

Dracula

Wind of Remembrance

Celestis

My Moon

There was no beauty

Confession

The Mystery Joyful

Only human

The Stare

Real Roses

On College

The Magic Morphia

The Wounded Man

Lost in the wild

More than Mother

In a Saloon

La Dien de La Danse

Always Near

Back and fill Life

Just Now

On Critics

In the Present Sky

The Secret Lover

The Mud

At Dawn

Now its my Turn

‘Greater than Life’

The Questioner (Weathered) Leaf

Levin

India

An Insane Walk

An elegy for doomed youth

Blooming Roses is a collection of 108 poems selected by me. Poet himself says his creative verses are like blood flowing in his veins. Ideas of poet and his philosphy will be appreciated by the thinkers and citizens including young youths of college and schools alike.

His poems have attracted the attcution of the entire world. So we request only to read and have across to Sumirasko’s wonderful world of creations. Your feedback to me and publishers will encourage us.

Er. Vivekanand Pd.

Retd. Director (S.E.) WRD,

Bihar Govt. Patna—800001

Creative Fever

More beward ‘mylove’ lean on some one safe

break this ligament, I will live

but a voice strong dictates from deep

thou I will break your life’s string

you ‘many death’ ‘mylove’

Says another from surface

Like a cool lamb, I will be content, happy

happy in your happiness

but the man that is me

cries savagely for possessiveness

You are human, free to make a choice

lacks that up this in human voice

a self in machoism wants laceration

the other demands a sadistic rejoice

The greatest sacrifice, the greatest vice

go together

quarreling, competing, tormenting

wind against wind

storm against storm

gale against gale

crossed I am, pierced with nails

gripped with fever, strange fever

helpless, I make no choice

only express honestly the two

express care and hostility

See! it is poetry

Sublimity and crude revenge

go together

this fever which has eloped with faith

is creative

is a creative fever

II

No. more fear my ‘love’

the hawk is no more, no more is the dove

a new creature, only ore

has been born on Earth

in this moment the ecstasy is mine

I feel myself as divine

the fever will return, I will shiver again

feel the eternal, eternal pain

give it a creative, a creative name

Sumirasko

146 Dt. 02.09.1993, 8.45 A.M.

Divine Love

The storm takes a leaf green up

flying higher and higher

Soaring higher and above the clouds

the clouds sauntering

I am rising, rising in love with you

There is a gale, blowing in my harte

you sit on the marble throne

I cry ‘hail’

hour after hour, day after day

you rule me ‘o fay’

your face when I behold

a garden of flowers I see

that depends not on season

your face always a beatific vision

my love betrays my reason

overwhelm me your eyes deep

Waves rolling in them I see

in love’s ocean I drown to rise

rise take a divine leap

your divine love

flying over and above

Sumirasko

147 Dt. 02.09.1993, 10.30 A.M.

Motion

On wycliff’s high hill

the silly air plays the tune

there is a fall

that falls from height

there are rare weeds that delight

near, mistresses clamour for motion

to catch the falling star at night

Their nose always backing up

their mouth always fed

Water quenches their physical thirst

ephimera stars are

in plenty, plenty for lust

Such is the scene on wycliff’s hill

their life motion

like the waterfall

while thoughts sleep

move not deep

for they, all eat the mandrake weed

They say near wycliff’s high hill

there is emotion

for, they have send thousand men

not one came back

So all found devotion

But I have seen dusty bones

flowing in life’s stream

too gruesome a death to dream

convinced I am

near wycliff’s hill

motion is serene

Life is an indifferent dream

mistresses are content and mean

Where then go too keen

Sumirasko

149 Dt. 02.09.1993, 04.30 P.M.

Squares

Absent mindedly walk

aimless tread

When mystery deepens

legs find themselves

where directions meet

meet and separate

the place becomes a square

condition desperate

Infinite regress… Infinite progress

both await

Infinite hate… . Infinite love

waits fate

on the square where

Life crosses death

are both garlands and wreath

you think… . you reason

reason to perfection

you question… . you answer

find… answering is no solution

in harte you decide

unable to live in indecision

you waited not enough

too costly is this cowardice

your life was on the square

in the first crisis

you felt it not there

and now you are in deep slumber

you see the world

Again if the axe falls—you better scream

better