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The Couch refers to the psychoanalysts classic appliance which claims minds daily . But, put a Rainbow over it, it becomes a colourful kaleidoscope of imaginative thoughtforms.So, the blog is what I think of the world and what the world thinks of me.

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Up On The Massage Table

I Heat up the oil Your hands are cold and dispassionate Let the oil's warmth seep up your unconscious Making you more malleable to touch Figures created out of mud and ludicracy Break not the chain of bondage of eternal servitude of lust II I didn't buy you I can't, because you can't buy humans anymore I just bought your services for the night A few hours of relaxation I couldn't buy you but I wish I

March 22, 2017

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Untitled

Writing about love is like writing about pain; When did it start, how did it progress, did it affect your day to day activities, How did you cope with it, pills, meditation, diet… so on and so forth? Yes, Love has indeed brought a lot of heartache. But, is that all it had to offer? What about the nicer times, the times when we flowed like music, an eternity in peace. That time when in the dead of the night, you came by just to say, “I love you”. The times that we shared in the whirlwind of r

December 7, 2012

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Two Poems

Becoming Poets You and I, we have a strong bond Like brothers, like lovers; We disgust the world with our vain perversions, our inane attachment with the word and the seas of heresy part at our command revealing the shells of untruths hiding beneath the silt of social justice. Ecstasy beyond judgement is what we share in the binding fallacy of corporeal pain battling to win over the spirit. Our ascension begins at the alter of ego. Broken down

March 22, 2017

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The Vigil

I have waited many nights like this Through the dissident thunders and winds running wild Through raindrops trickling from the broken windows I have waited in my vigilant silence So dark your visage yet tranquil as smoggy mornings I have spent many nights trying to discern their silhouette Against the many shades of grey my vision had painted In the bleak canvas of nature’s blasphemous hawking I fear her call, the insistent solicitation of a harlot Aware of nature’s charm in begu

November 29, 2013

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The Kiss

You can move mountains, they say If only you ask with love I found it true when my Softest touch moved your reluctance away And I saw the sun rise Though before I was blind And its warmth pierced my heart In million rays, in million ways I felt it burn, I cried out “Gloria in excelsis Deo” Every kiss tells a story Ours was the beginning ©asamvav111

December 8, 2013

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The Communion

There are many stages of making love First there is the Look A Look, that which can melt the stars and feed a million souls Then the Unveiling Like that of the most precious of the presents A slow sensuous unwrap The Indulgence is next Deliberate movements across the landscape Appraising the scenery of touch Then comes the Immaculate kiss A divine surrender of a watchful heart And the rest is a blur of motions of negative spaces Until finally past the soaring heights of the steep

April 4, 2014

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Sorry for our misdemeanor

I feel weird about writing this post. And embarrassed as hell. I don't know how many of you have faced this in real life. So, it is quite a sensitive issue as well. A couple of nights before, I enjoyed this wonderful open air concert put together by the British Council and Bengal Foundation in a joint venture. It was a folk music fest, where musicians from both Bangladesh and UK performed traditional folk numbers from each their respective cultures. It was an exciting and sonorous jam up sessio

January 17, 2013

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Somewhere

Somewhere on the other side of the rainbow, in a land far far away, there will be a tree. An old majestic tree it will be, with its red, green and purple leaves, and its ancient curved branches extending their embrace from one horizon to another, standing solemnly in an emerald valley beneath the starry night in a solitary prayer. Underneath that tree old mossy stones will hibernate while snuggling the roots that reach the deepest crevices of earth in search of the sweet moisture and warmth of t

July 22, 2016

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Returning Sunshine

You kept telling me how I took up all the space in our relationship. How you needed to get away To get a way around the things in your head... Blasphemy. I believe I was still in your head. And stuck in the chambers of your heart, Your entrails shackling me to the walls of inferiority. Understanding your grudging affection Took up most of my daylight, yet you kept Asking for more... more space in your head. More air to breath, you sought out the nearest Island of wasted youth. More experienc

August 11, 2016

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Renunciation

My beloved didn’t answer my prayer I tried all my usual tricks I dried my tears at his feet I covered my head in my shame and walked away Finally understood what it is to lose, to a pretty face An uncaring smile and those ravishing eyes Snuffed out my soft ambers’ austere plea My beloved didn’t look back ©asamvav111

November 24, 2013

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Rangrez

Oh dyer of mine, Dear Dyer of mine, Please reveal your secrets divine, What concoction have you created dear, Of your colors and godforsaken water! My heart’s all blue in love so profound, My cloak’s soaked in saffron unbound… How am I to complain of my tale? I like a stubborn asked you to color my veil, Oh! Your colors penetrated my fabric, insane, Deep within my heart ‘n soul everything’s dyed of your stain, Color my heart away, Oh this feelin’… Dyer, Are you

December 1, 2013

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Predestination

Predestination Staring at the blue sky To the distant pasts that glittered in the stars Unseen, unfound, hidden beneath the fluffy clouds Lying on the concrete Hard truths and harder are the choices that exhumed The sins of the father reflected on the Lamb of God Floating skyscrapers Diminishing breaths that’s building upon the layers of Foggy winter morning’s urban bustling rabble 14/10/2016 ©asamvav111

October 14, 2016

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No-Where To Run

Tears trickle down those rosy cheeks As I watch by the cold weather outside And the cold feelings of the old heart I betrayed Watching me becoming a prisoner of my own love I cast my net slowly waiting in silence With haunting patience for the catch I await your return. ©asamvav111 An old creation, 2005.

December 8, 2012

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Nature

Nature Silence disconnected, Wrath unleashed. Beneath your playful surface, I fear I sense a dead man, who wants to be alive once more; To feel the passion, the anger, the greed and the lust; All that connects one to life. Silence disconnected, Wrath unleashed. Create a world of meaningful challenges; One, who creates all, hadn’t been true to his soul when he created our world. We need a new world; a world of peace and silence. Silence disconnected, Wrath unleashed. Why create anothe

January 14, 2013

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Mon Cher - Salutation De La Bien-Aimée

Forever will be our destination. I will wait for you, On the other side of the river Of memories, of life and yet not of regrets. I will remember our time together As the golden springs long past; A silence that became music which turned still once more, A passionate embrace frozen in time. Then, we will meet again on the other side of the river, And we will resume our dance once more, now and forever. ©asamvav111

March 8, 2013

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Love in terms of songs

So this particular blog post is peculiar in a way, because here I am going to share something I am passionate about... actually not one but two things... Music & Poetry. Bollywood industry of the yesteryears has produced some of the most talented musicians - Singers, lyricists, composers and even directors who have indeed put those musical gems into an appropriate wrapper of cinema and actors who emoted the languish and the laughter, bringing life to the lyrics. Bollywood is wellknown to giv

March 20, 2013

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Longing

Longing It’s raining so hard up here, like someone has opened a floodgate in Heaven. I miss you, my love. I wish we could just be in bed entwined together, me in you and you in me, You are whispering in my ear while I nuzzle into your neck, Without a care in the world… Just you and me. Why is life so cruel? Why do we have to wait for all the good things in life? Why is that two souls self-realized and revelling in their love, have to wait for mandates of petty governments, while mandates of

January 13, 2013

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Litany of the Damned

I know I MUST write, else I’ll go mad. So, I am writing this. As you all well know yesterday, a mad man carrying a gun entered a school full of children in Connecticut and killed 20 children and 7 adults. The person in question later killed himself as well. One of the teachers of the school was his mother, who was the target of this seemingly volcanic eruption of emotion that had led to the killing spree. The man was mentally ill. And he had access to a semiautomatic rifle that was used to f

December 16, 2012

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It Is Necessary To See Death

It is necessary to see death. It is necessary to see death, stark naked, lurid and wild, Death as it pisses in the dark alleyways drunk and ecstatic on the jumps of drugs that are hard to name and harder to pronounce, it is still necessary to see death face to face. In a breach of society sanctioned lucidity hardwired in our brain, It is still very necessary to see death, To see the violent vandalism of civilization, Of ashes and nuclear death of atoms and atom bombs, Billions of flashligh

September 2, 2013

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Incomplete Love

For Timmy, Emi and Mr. Benus: Incomplete Love All relationships are a work in progress, A building to be finished, an infinite mirror Beneath a starry sky. A battle between belief and reality, A compromise between expectation and evolution Between engagement and understanding. Experience vs. Emotion Broken crumbling pieces of self mixing Into happiness and grief and regrets Creating the mortar of us. Bricks and days And labours of indecisive Apollos' creating The walls of Troy only to be

October 2, 2016

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In Response To

This post is in response to Yettieone's beautiful blog 'Proudly Standing Strong'. So, if you have not read that yet you better come back later. Yettie is a wonderful blogger; His words well-chosen and to the point, and his content heartwarming. It is not the first time I have been so moved by his words, and hopefully will not be the last either. His latest post is about people, who has touched his mind and rendered it gold. He is talking about people who are not related by blood, but has rem

November 2, 2012

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In Response

For Ben & Timmy: Good poems frolic in the sun. They bring Arctic Lights to the barren tundra. They also manage to inundate the soils of Egypt and blow khamsins over the salt flats of Kutch in the very same day. Good poems deserve a kiss and a wink. 23/09/2016 ©asamvav111

September 23, 2016

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Good Night, My Sweet

He sleeps beneath the blossoming bows of jasmine in this breezy summer night. The call of the flowers fills the hearts of lonely travelers afar. Flowing from vale to vale, its fragrance beckon to the weary legs, Like the sirens who had once enticed the returning Greeks. And as they arrive what do they behold! A solitary bed, Nestled under the Jasmine and Elder grooves, Requiem for a love long lost. Angels sigh in the wind As sweet petals descend upon the grave of my beloved. The silver

February 17, 2013

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Friendship

Begin by music what lyrics had shunned, Evanescent feelings that shan't be returned, Forever is a long time if you are not a friend, Every limit mortal as time's sickle bend. Yet I bequeath my heart and desire, To you and your lot I cast in my fire, A flame everlasting shall flourish in me, Like a flower that blooms only for the bee. 31/12/16 ©asamvav111 Wishing everyone of my friends, near & dear ones, far & farces, enemies & rivals A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.

December 31, 2016

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Fragments

Good stories never end. They just begin a new chapter. Fragments were our destiny. Our fate doomed the first time I saw you smile. Your eyes were filled with the moist heat of the mid summer mango grove's shady effervescent infrangible delight. Your movements took shape in the delicate prowess of a mountain leopard. Your form undulating to the beats that broke down the unyielding barrier of disaffection. And your gentle grace that stoked the hopes of an arid wanderer. But it wasn't to last forev

August 19, 2016

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