My Poems.

To Follow You! My dear Queen, I couldn't crown you the kingdom, but I will follow you to the last breath. To follow you, I will walk to the last extent of the earth and, if need be, will come back. To follow you, I will set a course of a million miles and finish it before I go to meet my destiny. My sweet Queen, the crown you deserve was never the crown of the masses; it was my mind and my realm. I crown you my heart and soul, and I present them in a platter with ultimate love.   To follow you to the universe, I will make sure the space lies down beneath your feet. To follow you, I will give up the power everyone seeks; you make me powerful. To follow you, I will walk on your doorsteps and will provide you with the best assistance. To follow you, I can leave my life at once and remain under your command for good. To follow you, I know I must disagree with all the agreements of getting engaged with the duties.   To follow you, I can unfollow anyone or anything I could have or achieve in life. To follow you till my last light, I will reform my accessibility to the highest level. To follow you until the earth becomes just ruins, I will ensure our togetherness through the last sandstorm. When the desert is left green but there is nothing around, I will pluck the flowers from there for you. To follow you, my beloved Queen, I will cut my eyes and store the blindness so that no provocation works.   To follow you, I can stay on one leg for the millions of dusks and dawns. To follow you around, I only have one pure wish and the purest heart in my body. I will follow you to the last bone of my body and maintain the passion till my ruins are ruined. You, my Queen, will be crowned and will be given the precious kinglets. You, my Queen, will be held higher in my kingship and I will be one of your subjects.   You, my Queen, only to stand so high, I will bring the sky down to your feet. The clouds will be the carpet to walk on, and the rainbow shoe will create the ambience. To follow you, I am adjusting all my life's schedules. To follow you to the last second and engrave the entity of the gracious You, I will give away my last drop of blood. To follow you, my Queen, I will destroy the world and reincarnate a new one!

A Poem to make the time worthy of loving one another and value the time together!

This is a poem written by Tahmina Akter Mili which is me. I love this poem and loved it always. Now, I am sharing it on my own voice with my friends and everyone I know. Thanks!

Life without a purpose is just a life of nothingness. An animal in a jungle or in a glacier has a purpose in the world. As humans, we are expected to have a purpose in life. As humans, we are not supposed to just be a human. We are bound to make a goal to live by and to die. We are not wanted to be just be. We are willed to fulfil for everything. We are wished to get the desired results. We are considered to be understanding about all the unknown. We are put in the world to serve a purpose set by someone Higher than our imagination. The purpose what it should be is never told or discussed. The purpose is to know the purpose with the proper reasons. The purpose should be able to find the necessity altogether and fulfill them. The purpose should not be the same but must resolve the similar purpose. The purpose is not only to possess but also to transcend into the body. The limited edition purpose, the golden purpose or the diamond one, what should be the perfect one! Compensation about the failed or unsuccessful purposes is so mere. Whatever the purpose seems to be settled or rattled, unsophisticated or gorgeous, it should be a purpose at last. The long lasted purposes are the one to break the chain, not to just change the form. The purpose should be served for the goodness' sake and not because it should be served. The purpose can only be there if you wanna have one. The purpose should beautify the inside out!

I look at you funny! I look at you in a manner which is not funny nor fun! I look at you with lust in my eyes. I look specifically to your lips and wanna kiss them hard. I want to taste your tongue and bite your lips a little. I wanna press myself so much into you that you take me in without hesitation. I want to touch and taste every inch of your body with my cold hand. I want to feel the shivering of your waist when I put my hand there and cup your muscles a bit. I put my lips there and kiss your skin over and over and over. You close your eyes and run your fingers through my hair. You press my head a bit at a time with a light but subtle moan. You pull me up, look into my eyes, you raise and kiss my lips maddeningly. You lie me down and go on top. You kiss my chest and run your tongue through my neck and shoulder. You lick my fingers and shivers a bit. You take both of hands and rest then on your waistline. You make a bun of your hair and come down on me again. You come too close I shiver like an avalanche. It seems I fall. Alas! The dream breaks into million pieces. You are there hundred miles away and I am here being wet. How pretty you were in my dream!

He was not meant to be here! He wanted to be somewhere else, entirely a different place! Somehow he ended up here. He sat on the chair in the balcony to have a break. Alas! The sound came back, it started pounding in his ears. He covered his ears with his palms. The sound were not going anywhere. He squeezed his eyes with an attempt to unheard the sound. "Oh! Not again, not again, please stop this instance and give me some lone time, please go away!" The sound had no intention to step aside, to stop or to take a time off. He calmed his eyes, took the hands off from his ears, became ready to embrace the sound. The sound which was making his life a living torture. The sound which was hunting him for a long time. The sound was not of any music, the sound was not of any bad trumpet players. The sound was utterly, immensely, intolerably painful. The sound was of her saying him the last few sentences. The sound of the breathe she took for the last time. The sound of her saying goodbye without giving him a second. The sound was of her shoes thumping on the floor while going away. Though her going away was not at all visible, no one could have seen her leaving. But she left, she left him forever, she left him with a broken heart, with a never ending voice in his ears. She left him. It was supposed to be his departure. Instead she took the lead and left earlier than expected giving her heart to him literally. She left without saying that she loved him, without knowing that he loved her too. He was never meant to be here. He was the one supposed to be gone. He was the one to leave early. The sound reminded him those unfair affairs. The sound reminded him of her leaving early because of him. He prayed and prayed that he was not meant to be here. He was supposed to be there with her, not wounded by the sound each seconds of his life. He just wanted to leave with her side by side, cause he loved her more.

Human nature is to be nosy. I am a perfect example of that. I am always there and always everywhere. I do not stay away, I have not learned to go away. I remain, I listen, I sulk, I talk, I argue, I agree, I use my stupidity time to time. However, I am always there, in bad or good or even in worse, I am there. I hear saying that not to indulge myself, I hear not to care, I hear to keep distance. I am shameless, I am stubborn, I conflicted, I am troubled, but I am there. I care when I should not be bothered, yet I include myself in matters to make it simple, easy. Because I am always there. Hurting is painless, just a few words it will take. Repairing is what needs to be errorless, hard work, conviction. It is not always a one-man show, it demands a teamwork, an understanding. It is always in need of nurturing, care and attention, a perfect attention, undisturbed. Even if I am not required, I will be there as I was today. Even if it is not asked for, even if I will be cast out, even if I will be hated, I will still indulge. I will still give my love, care and attention, effectively and with hundred percent effort. Even if strength is there, I will still be there, as of the human nature is always poking me inside, I will still be digging and be firmly there. I will always be there, willingly or unwillingly. #poetry #poetrylovers #creativewriting #writing #poem

The day is astounding. I am finding, you are good. The day becomes night, sometimes right, I am always in mood. You are taking pictures, I am making one. You are there sometimes near, I am loving my White swan. You are mine, sometimes nine. I take time always at prime. Leave the stagger, feel the dagger. Never say never, stay forever. Love is always in the make, You and I be together reality not fake!

Sitting on the very last bench, I saw in front of me. I wanted to shout out loud and louder to reach to you saying, ” I love thee.” I was, my dear, on the love spree. I feel like the Oxygen producing tree. You looked behind, I died once with your eye like dagger. I feel like not being anything but a love seeking beggar. I looked at you to make you feel my heart. I know that your breathing was enough to clean dirt. Smile you back if once in this lifetime, I could have done happily any vicious crime. You touched the bench made of wood, My heart skipped many beats that felt good. Sitting on the back bench, I was thinking. The life you gave me only with an eye-blinking. I would say always that I had loved you. Sitting on the back bench, It’s hidden but absolutely True!

The light is to touch. The light is to think there’s no dark much. The light is to show the road. The light is to tell not to get bored. The light is to feed the mind a new imagination. The light is to lead to a world of fashion. The light is to be there to make the man. The light is to grow someone to be a loyal fan. The light is to let know that everything is here. The light is to express no good is always fare. The light is to bring a smile on the face. The life is to suggest leaving a wonderful trace. The light is to celebrate the win after loss. The light is to make the line which not to cross. The light is to fetch all the happiness. The light is to ensure the best, no less. The light resides in us and we are the light. The light comes to brighten with a hug very tight.

Today's episode is written in my mother tongue which is Bengali. I hope you enjoy it too. I will try to upload a translated version for this episode as sson as possinle. Here is the poem to read: মিষ্টি কথার ভুলে যদি মিষ্টি হওয়া যেতো, তবে হাজার তেতো মন মধুর হতো। মুখ মিষ্টি হলেও মুখে তেতো কথারা আসে, করলার রস তেতোই রয় যতোই গুড় তাতে ভাসে। মন মিষ্টি হবে যদি মিষ্টি করে দেখো, যদি মনের মাঝে মধুর ভালোবাসা রাখো। আবোল তাবোল এদিক সেদিক যেদিক মুখটি ঘোরাও, মনের মাঝের কলুষতা এখনই হাওয়ায় ওড়াও। মিষ্টি মধুর মনটা থাকুক কলার পাতায় মোড়া, মিষ্টি মনের মাধুরী লাগায় হাজার মনের জোড়া। হয়ত আকাশের তারারা মিষ্টি বলেই বাতাস এতো মিষ্টি, মনের মাঝে সে বাতাস করে অযাচিত আকাঙ্ক্ষার সৃষ্টি। মিষ্টি মনের কৃপণতা তেতো মনের আমানত, সে মনে সাড়া জাগাতে বসেছে আইন আদালত। মিষ্টতা ভর করে সকল তিক্ততার অভিলাষে, মিষ্টি মন ত্যক্ত বিরক্ত যাই হোক সবাইকে ভালোবাসে।

There is the poem for reading: Farewell my friend, Farewell to the world. Farewell to the hope, Farewell to the lively dope. Farewell to the mood I have, Farewell to the knave. Farewell to the dusty mind, Farewell to the thoughts unkind. Farewell to the believing blindly, Farewell to the being unfriendly. Farewell to the being naive, Farewell to the unnecessary drive. Farewell to the being useless, Farewell to the feeling someone less. Farewell to the not turning back, Farewell to the deeds in the sack. Farewell to the being unwanted, Farewell to the not being vented. Farewell to the hopeless night, Farewell to the sunless bright. Farewell to the unwelcoming face, Farewell to the unfare race. Farewell to the hateful people, farewell to the undreamed goal. Farewell to the living a life so fake, Farewell to the world of others for my sake. Farewell to the farewell, farewell forever to the not being well.

It is a poem written by Tahmina Akter Mili. The poem is written for reading below: The daylight is longer now. I need to know times’s passing how. Never it does slow down, Sometimes it’s dark, sometimes brown. Forever it holds us in the circle, Dazzling somehow all our sparkle. Yellow the sunlight becomes at the end. A small tingling is all needed to blend. A wee chilli wave of air blows in the realm. It’s all natural, nothing’s graphical like the film. Heart skips a beat as the wave slows a bit. House by the river, that’s where I fit. I keep looking at the sun until arises the moon. Time never ends, but life’s gonna end soon. Fullest I want to live it. Sadness never, I deserve the happy greet. I will search until the happiness I meet. The smile on my face always remains my treat. Time passes away or stays on. I am always on top, always fully blown.

My name is Tahmina Akter Mili. I am trying to do something new here. Creating a podcast is an entirely new experience of my life. I will try to do that as often as I can do. This is my first recording. I am not sure how I have done. Though I would love to hear from you. My dream is to become a teacher and a writer at the same time. I hope I can do both. I love poetry, I love writing them.  This is my poem which I wrote a few minutes ago. I hope you like it. I wish myself to write many more like that. Thanks for having patience.