Samii

About the poem: ‘No Leaders Please' is a poem by Charles Bukowski, it's from one of his books, 'The Pleasures of the Damned'. This poem is a reminder to remain a free spirit and never letting anyone else decide who you are.

The tags that people provide you don't define you and that your independence is yours and yours alone. Although the poem doesn't mention leaders, the title does, and the content suggests a rejection of leadership.

About the author:

Charles Bukowski, (Henry Charles Bukowski, Jr.) was born August 16, 1920, Andernach, Germany and was brought to United States by his father at the age of two. He grew in America. He is known as a prolific underground writer who used his poetry and prose to depict the vices of urban society and highlight the typicality of America. Bukowski relied on experience, emotion, and imagination in his work, using direct language and violent and sexual imagery which is evident in his poems. He died March 9, 1994 in San Pedro, California, U.S.

Agha Shahid Ali, an Indian-American Kashmiri poet, was born on 4 February 1949, New Delhi, India. He was born in a respected Agha family of Srinagar. Shahid was schooled at the Burn Hall School later he went to University of Kashmir and Hindu college, University of Delhi. He left for United States in 1976 and in 1984 he earned a PhD in English from Pennsylvania state university and in 1985 an M.F.A from university of Arizona. He was at teaching positions at nine universities and colleges in India as well as United States.

Agha has written nine poetry collections, a collection of ghazals and a book of literary criticism (1986). He has also translated a collection of Faiz Ahmad Faiz's poetry(1992) and edited Ravishing Disunities: Real Ghazals in English (2000). Agha was known for his unique blend of multiple ethnic influences and ideas in his work. His Hindu, Muslim and Western heritage are reflected in his works.

Agha started publishing his work in the early 1970s but his collection "A walk through the Yellow Pages" was the reason he gained widespread recognition. His famous work include: "A walk though the Yellow Pages"(1987), "The Half-inch Himalayas"(1987), "A Nostalgist's Map of America"(1991), "The Country Without a Post Office"(1997), and "Rooms are never Finished"(2001), the later a finalist for the National Book Award.

Agha Shahid Ali was later diagnosed with brain cancer and died of it on December 8 2001 in Amherst, Massachusetts.

] "On the Necessity of Sadness" - 💐Mikael de Lara Co

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Let me tell you about longing.

Let me presume that I have something

new to say about it, that this room,

naked, its walls pining for clocks,

has something new to say

about absence. Somewhere

the crunch of an apple, fading

sunflowers on a quilt, a window

looking out to a landscape

with a single tree. And you

sitting under it. Let go,

said you to me in a dream,

but by the time the wind

carried your voice to me,

I was already walking through

the yawning door, towards

the small, necessary sadnesses

of waking. I wish

I could hold you now,

but that is a line that has

no place in a poem, like the swollen

sheen of the moon tonight,

or the word absence, or you,

or longing. Let me tell you about

longing. In a distant country

two lovers are on a bench, and pigeons,

unafraid, are perching beside them.

She places a hand on his knee

and says, say to me

the truest thing you can.

I am closing my eyes now.

You are far away.

Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines)

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.

Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her.

Translation by W. S. Merwin

Alone is a poem that offers the reader a glimpse into the mind of Edgar Allan Poe. He was often seen as being different, and his writing, in many cases, was so dark that it alienated him. In this poem, he acknowledges that from a very young age he knew that he was different. He goes on to say that he never enjoyed the things that others did and he never found sorrow in that which others did. Poe describes many things in which almost everyone would gaze at in awe and wonder - like lightning, mountains, and other natural wonders - but he did not. These symbols also serve to give the reader a sense that time is passing by. Poe was drawn away from the natural beauty of these things by the "demon" in his view. This demon could be interpreted in many ways, but most likely represents death and his deep loneliness. In general, the title represents how Poe has always been alone and isolated in the way he perceived himself and all around him.

Poem by ~Haseeb soz VO : SAMII

No claims to the music used in this poem neither do i claim this poem to be mine both belongs to the respected artists,i have only used both for the the entertainment purposes....#peace #enjoy

The Genius of the Crowd is Bukowski’s warning to beware of the two-faced preachers that go about spreading a message while they internally are fighting a mental war against it. He asks his readers to find the hidden meaning in the sentences spoken by a preacher of God, who is secretly in need of finding God, of the preachers of peace who secretly are good at war and the secretive murders who publically practice peace. His warning is against all false pretences of what people show themselves to be and what they secretly are built on the inside. This poem acts as a lesson to revive the reader into jumping back to reality and analysing the truth behind every situation. P.s music used in this voice-over belongs to the respected owner i clain no owner ship to that

This poem is a philosophy in itself as it reveals the ugly truths and brings out the very disguises of "ours" and hold a mirror to our society,i'm amazed how this poem still relates to every person out there, after reading this porm what i see is nothing is changed throughout the course of history man has and will ever be full of evil and unjust and our holy "society and its "norms" will overrule the very humanity of all times.

This is dedicated to all the broken and hopless one's out there,i justt want to tell you that hold on dont let go,the dawn is coming and everything will be alright,dont let the warrior die in you....you will make it, believe in yourself ✊