Fallen Angels... Lost in Dreams: A Soul Searching & Self Healing Baakshow of Poems (en Inglés)
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Poetry is probably the ultimate scrutiny of the right brain. Different times in my life I have experienced and exercised that. Traveling between the East and West, I experienced the urge to write down some of the changes of feelings toward life, love and emotion. When I was a kid, nothing materials would ever bother me. I would run across the fields and between the mountains without shoes just to catch a glimpse of the twilight. To be honest, I thought I could actually catch the sun someday. Dreams, imaginations would get nurtured by this nature without even realizing. Somehow the trees, mountains, ocean and the winds did not want to correct me on what's real and what's imagination. They told me that imagination is real... dream is real! I didn't even know this how big this planet was. I didn't need to. I didn't know billions of humans live in this planet. I was only worried about the little bird's family nesting in our house or the kittens lost his mother and how I could adopt it and present it to my family so they wouldn't disagree about our relationship and accept him as a family member. These little things were the biggest things in my life. When I grew up and left my hometown to study abroad, I was faced with harsh reality. I was so naïve in many ways for not knowing what most kids would understand in a blink of a moment. However, it didn't matter really. Things came to me naturally as I wanted and everything was all right. I didn't really miss out from anything after all. Nobody does. This is a poetry book (with close to 70 poems) relating to our senses where the nature expresses and communicates its feeling with so many elements. Few of them are sunshine, storms, love and dreams. Because we are there to experience that, we are given those sanities. To experience anything, we have to be at the present. We have to live the moment. If you cannot Experience the moment, this universe does not exist! Pain is a way to express our human desire and depth of our soul. Tears make us different from angels and demons. It washes our soul repeatedly. We look at the new sunshine and tell ourselves, let's start over again.I am working on gathering my second group of poems and hopefully, someday... see you again. I hope my readers enjoy these poems and find ways to relate their moments and sesnse with them. I am grateful to all my readers from the bottom of my heart. Thank you very much.Sincerely, Ray, 24th November, 2019Baakshowon@gmail.comP.S.: Btw, 'Baakshow' means Box in Bengali.
