Night all & all day,
Day all & all Night,
With you close I wanna stay
& Love you deep & hug you tight…
Year in & year out,
I won’t mind shouting aloud -
“Dear, my love for you is true,
O Dear, I love you…”
By:
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon, Bongaigaon…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
A feeling hiding deep inside -
But you can always find it in my two eyes,
Sit close to me, & zero in
Do try to see the unseen…
Then I’ll shed two heavy streams of tears,
& I’m sure, you’ll wipe them with the tip of your beautiful fingers,
& Then…? I’m done!
The love in my eyes will reach my loved one!!
By:
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon, Bongaigaon…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
Skirt to my toes & blouse to my wrists,
Collar to my ears & a coat to hide my pretty breasts -
It was the poor me some good twelve years back,
Till one damp day, for the third time, I was pathetically raped…
My father I ne’er saw, nor of him ever did I know,
My mother was too unlucky, too poor – everywhere did we owe;
It was the challenged me some tough two years later,
That I decided to end my miseries & live my life better!
Ten years ago it all did happen – it seemed to me a hell,
But today happy I’m – feeling comfortable in a prestigious brothel…!!!
By:
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon, Bongaigaon…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
“He’s a poet, lo & behold,
He thinks he can change the society & world!” –
The proud man laughed at me…
His fellow men mocked at me…
And finally asked me –
“I’ve brain, I’ve memory,
I’ve intelligence, I’ve money,
But what have thee??
You’re nonsense, you poets are selfish,
You criticize, people you can tease,
Well, tell us what you’ve gotta say
Before we kick & force you to leave???”
Then I gazed at the group laughing –
Taunting at me from around, & then encircling,
And than I softly began –
“Nine spiders though each has
Four pairs of useful legs,
They may be totally useless
When the spiders are senseless of dead;
Three-bedded deluxe room is useless,
Even it has,
Five doors & five wide windows,
Nine bathrooms but zero beds at all!
Nine of you stand here now, all around me,
Two eyes each of you have,
But I’ve something else called vision –
The Third eye…at number three; that you don’t possess!”
Now each of them looked at the other,
And then finally at me.
The proud man slowly asked (though now perplexed) –
“What? What do you mean??”
I simply smiled & replied,
“Using my third eye I’ve got more poems to write,
I’m in a hurry, I’m getting late,
Call me up, if you need any help!”
“But…but what’s your contact number??”
The perplexed man asked again (now more confused);
I said:
“I’ve just given you my number”
“But where???”
“Just use ya Third eye, if you’ve…!
Gimme da call when you crack!!!”
By:
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon, Bongaigaon…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
I let my suffering body go loose in deep anguish,
In the twilight hours of a cold December,
Laid my head on an old black stone;
My body inside an open broken coffin,
And kept on groaning & crying under the gulmohor tree…
Years I’ve spent on this beautiful world,
But purity? I’ve ne’er known
Spoilt I beauty, betrayed I trust,
I’ve been a dirty devil till December first…
Now it’s too late, it’s time for me to go,
And it’s only now that I repent,
I’m dying, I’m crying, I’m lying motionless,
But I desire to die pure – at last…
O Sweet Angel, my arms are wide open,
O Good Angel, my lips are wide open,
O Pure Angel, my heart’s still beating, eyes still open,
Hoping to be taken to your warm arms,
Hoping to be refined by your holy kiss,
Hoping to rise again, with the help of your love…
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon (Mazpara),
Bongaigaon.
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
An early morning street of a bitter-cold winter,
Numerous lips sipping coffee trying to farewell the shiver,
Soft sunrays now touching the old grey hair
Of the poor old man sleeping in the broken footpath there…
One at first, and slowly the second,
The poor man sat and his eyes now wide opened,
His imagination still caught in the frozen hands of sleep,
But He gave him two hands less, and hence, comfort he couldn’t keep…
Passersby come and pass by, from morn to night,
Plenty many looked and plenty many sighed,
At the poor and pathetic sight,
But none ever cared to share with him a little light…
So was he born, and so he lived,
So he spent his days, and so he died…
*
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon, Assam
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
Beautiful butterflies dance so majestically & fly so beautifully,
Heaving up and down like calm and beautiful sea,
Painted colours, joyous movements, beautifully marched up in the sky,
Brings the beautiful image of ‘my’ Butterfly into my eyes!
I’d love to take my Butterfly close to a butterfly,
And ask to look into its innocent pair of pearl-round eyes,
Ask her to sit real close and verify,
If butterflies ever shed a single tear, or ever cry…
The butterflies – I’d love to watch them race up and down,
And touch the final line of the glazing far-off horizon,
But alas! That sight shall ne’er be caught by our vision,
Even though my Butterfly and I keep gazing all the day long…
“So my dear Butterfly, try to be like those wonderful butterflies,
And I promise to help you shine in front of all eyes…!”
Stephen Styris.
B.A 1st year,
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon, Assam
By,
Walking all alone –
Alone with her,
Towards the dearest sea –
The sea of love and understanding…
All love to be in love,
But do all understand –
Understand each other??
But at least two persons well does –
She understands me
And I do her…
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon, Assam,
India…
Like me is the night so dark,
Do illuminate me with your love,
Be my sun, enlighten me like the moon,
Hold me in your arms, & show me the stars…
Tears will then cease to flow,
As the fragrance of your body will lead my way,
The dead night will now start to smile & glow
When under the starlit sky together we two will lay…!
By,
Amrita Mary (Ghy.)
& Stephen Styris (Bngn.),
Assam,
India…
I’m the grandson of Little Boy,
Fat Man my cousin’s grandfather,
I’m blind, totally deformed is my brother,
With more genetic deformations living we two are…
Bloody America has made us so,
Our Japan’s atmosphere – they’ve intoxicated years ago;
Victims are we two, among many other millions,
Rotting in corners of the world we all are struggling on,
To accept our bitter lives in this sweet Hell…
-Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon,
Assam,
India…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
A feeling deep inside –
But you can always find it in my two eyes,
Sit close to me, & zero in
Do try to see the unseen…
Then I’ll shed two heavy streams of tears,
& I’m sure, you’ll wipe them with the tip of your beautiful fingers,
And then…? I’m done!
The love in my eyes will reach my loved one!!
-Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon,
Assam,
India…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
Will you gently croon me a lullaby
When I’ll keep my head on your lap & cry?
All the night you kiss away my pain, with me will you lie,
And comfort me by taking me to your arms without being shy?
I’ll then feel like a pilgrim bathed in the holy Ganges;
Every sad thing will evaporate – my pain & tears of my face…!
-Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon,
Assam,
India…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
Forty three years on this land,
Still ne’er been in love with any man,
Pure woman, pure mind, still a pure spinster,
How it feels to be in love – still does she wonder…
Always wanted, but ne’er did she find love,
Still now ruminates over the lonely days she passed,
Every now and then, dreams she to be touched,
Dreams of her unfulfilled dreams, sitting like a lone dove…
None to shoo away her worries,
No endearing heart to lend ears for her stories,
Her lips untouched, her soul not reached!
A small life it is if happy,
But a long life she has to live…!
By,
Amrita Mary (Ghy.)
& Stephen Styris (Bongaigaon)
Assam,
India…
22.06.2008
10:18 pm…
Enough Of Being ‘It’...
Stop it you idiot Queens!
Too much you all dirty Fairies!
Stop now! ! Enough of being queers! !
Come back to your senses you faggots,
Return to the reality;
Return to the normal law
Of this beautiful Nature…
Don’t turn this beautiful earth to Hell –
Cuz’ Hell’s there
Where you Queens & Fairies are…
*XXX**
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Dolaigaon (Mazpara) ,
Bongaigaon,
Assam,
India…
Contact: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
The music has stopped,
Darkness has dropped,
A dreadful storm has popped,
The Devil is on the show!
A ship has wrecked,
Many lives are trapped,
& Some pirates have cracked,
The Evil is on the show!
But I’m on my way,
I ne’er care what people say,
Cos’ I’m no less an Evil;
And now; I’m a Devil – on My show!
I harm none,
But I ne’er care for one,
None is my enemy,
But whom I don’t care for is Me…!
So I’m a Devil on my way
Riskin’ my life I love to play,
That I’m crazy is what you may say,
So, I’m always ever ready to go that way…
Ya I’m crazy, I’m mad,
I’ve none, may be so I’m sad,
I’m no patient of any mental illness,
But all I’m is a victim of loneliness…
So I’m a devil on my way,
Always riskin’ my life I stay,
So I’m a Devil on my show,
And when I’ll depart, you’ll ne’er know!
So, won’t somebody upgrade my mind,
To kick the devil from behind?
Won’t somebody modify my soul,
To end the Devil as a whole?
Won’t somebody paint me a little love,
So that many a wrecked ship I can serve?
And…
Won’t somebody mend my heart,
& Give my life a brand new start? ? ...
—-—-—--
16.06.2006
10: 20 pm
……………………………
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon,
Assam,
India…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
My Trade…
I’m in a world,
Far away from honesty,
I’m in a different trade,
The only trade that may suit somebody…
I’m in a vice city,
Selling fine-quality mirrors,
I’m a salesman,
Selling mirrors to blind men…
I’m in a street,
Walking with books in my hands,
Trying to get a customer,
From among the illiterate strangers…
Now I’m a priest in search of a listener,
To find my final solution – a silent listener;
Lo! I’m finally here in a graveyard,
Speaking to dead men’s ears…
By,
STEPHEN STYRIS,
Dolaigaon (Mazpara) ,
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon,
Assam,
India…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
Beauty Blind…!!!
Scattering of high-sounding complex words �
People regard it good poetry.
Beauty blind are they all,
Colorblind, just like;
Unable to see the hidden sun,
Behind the simple innocent words!!
By:
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon,Assam, India…
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
09-04-2008
For The Daughters -
From The Fathers
How proud does he feel,
To be a father,
Even more proud does he feel,
To be the dad of a daughter.
He dearly loves her,
More than he loves his wife,
He really madly loves her,
Much more than his own life.
He guides her right from the day she is born,
He’s the one who teaches her to walk in the lawn,
He’s the one who teaches her to read in the dawn,
And he’s also the one who teaches her to pray
When the day’s gone!
Till now, he’s a loving father,
Of a dear daughter,
Till now he’s a proud father,
Of a cute daughter.
But as time passes by,
She no more needs this old guy,
And all she has gotta say—-
Is,- “He knows nothin’ of today.”!!!
Slowly she jumps from the lap of teenage,
And enters the gate of adulthood;
She leaves this old father on a certain day,
And breaking the rules, with her lover, she runs away!
He becomes nearly paralyzed,
His heart breaks to cold pieces like ice,
And he thinks, he ‘was’ a loving father,
And he ‘was’ a proud father!
A child relieves its pain by crying to its parents,
And so a wife to her husband,
But a father has none to stand,
And thus, his tears dry within his broken heart!
This is the pain frequently given by proud daughters,
This is the pain frequently received by poor fathers,
And this pain of a loving father
Is the Most Tragic Pain in the world of Love!!
Once, she was a proud loving daughter,
And now, she’s a proud loving guy’s lover!!!
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College.
Dolaigao, Bongaigaon, Assa, india.
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
Title: 20 LONG YEARS
(Third Prize winning poem in the Inter-College Youth Fest-2008 at GU)
[Theme: My Land, My Time]
20 long years has gone,
Since the day I was born,
In the twilight hours,
Of a wonderful morn,
Guided by the rare smile
Of the fading Uncle Full Moon;
The great Venus smiled,
The fresh morning breeze played,
And quickly painted my first smile
All over my innocent wet face…!
Sweet & pleasing a time it was!
A rare one of its kind!
As I’ve known today,
From what my Granny had to say!
20 long years has passed by,
That I’ve been swinging to a lullaby,
That’s so sweet, that’s so pure
The tune of my Mother –
The tune of the Nature –
Who’s so sweet, so dear,
So close, so near…
I played on her honeyed breasts,
I learned to dream
I learned to face,
I learned to learn
And I learned & learned;
And I learned & learned…
I learned & learned
For 20 short years,
That collapsed so quickly
Like the fading white Lily…
Indeed a rare of a kind
A time it was,
As I’ve realized today;
Not just from what my Granny had to say,
But from the present scenario
Ruling all over & over my dear Land –
The burning cold ice
Bringing a change to that old Time –
The bitter tears & painful cries
Kicking & piercing my ears & eyes…
Happy Birth Day To You!
Quick days come, & long years go,
Like the evening’s soft afterglow;
Childhood is beautiful, but is now gone,
And someday, you’ll be forgotten, but the deeds done…
Life’s short, but will be bigger,
In time if you can’t press the trigger,
Life’s short, but this time will be shorter,
If the moon you can bring down to the pure water…
Go on, enjoy, have parties,
Burn crackers, light up disco-lights, say “cheeze”,
Cut big cakes – but all of your own labor,
Let the perfume of your hard work be the sponsor…
Hey chill up, enjoy yourself,
Add five more years to your sweet childhood twelve!!!
SING ME…
Sing me once more that sweet song
And give me what my heart wanted for so long,
Fly me out of this immoral land,
Do stare at my eyes and hold my hand…
Sing me once more that enchanting song
And give me the care I missed out so long,
Do wipe away my dormant fears, all my hidden tears,
That has been left unattended for nineteen years…
Sing me once more that fertile song,
Cuz’ I’m too weak to start with the Devils a real ding-dong,
Empower me – do give me the energy to fight,
So that those helpless beggars can at least sleep peacefully at night…
Sing me now any song; sing me any melody,
Or even you can sing me a long medley,
But I request you to sing me a completely virgin lullaby
When finally opium will also kick me without turning me drowsy and sleepy…
Thus, your songs are my love; your songs are my life,
Along with those I grow; alone without those I die…
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon, Assam, India.
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
A sparking drop drops from two tiny lips,
And now in a watery thread very gently it slips,
The beautiful threaded-drop very slowly slows down,
And at last it comfortably falls to the ground.
Five delicate fingers now wipe the face,
Before a second drop could join the race,
And now two twinkling eyes flooded with water,
Start spying around the factory for its mother.
Helpless mother is busy carrying bricks on her head,
The father probably busy in some drinking trade;
Seeing the child crying, the tired mother becomes angry,
Though she well knows that her icon is indeed hungry!
Watching a pair of beautiful birds, hunger the child forgets,
And now, another sparkling drop gently starts another long race…
Assam,
India.
Contact: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
By,
Stephen Styris
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon,
It was some seven and a half years back,
I met a good girl and we became good friends,
But that good friendship and her dormant love now I lack;
And now, even my faintest shadow she hates!
So man, you’ll no more have to wait out the door,
Cos’ I won’t love her any more,
For now I know what is truly true…
That you love her and she wants you…
Come on man; get back to your old road along the coast,
Re-step into the beautiful world you’ve always loved the most,
Rain will shower on both of you and wash off all your pains,
And I’ll stand by your side and towel off all the toxic rains!
I gift you your love, I return you your Angel,
Just be a good man, and she’ll be ever happy and well…!
By,
Stephen Styris
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon,
Assam,
India.
Contact: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
HELP ME DECIDE…
Danger here, danger there,
I’m standing alone in the centre,
On a fast melting slab of ice,
And today, a stormy glacier is here in front of my eyes…
Help me escape from this,
Sharp nineteen is what my present age is,
But this is my corridor from childhood to man,
Which will decide, in the future where I’ll stand…
You definitely know it well my dear Mona,
That presently I’m in a difficult dilemma,
Just one wrong step in this situation
Will turn my characters upside-down…
Will freeze my heart and turn it into a stone…
And I’ll ne’er be a good man any long…
So do hold my hand and take me on,
From this dreadful corridor to the next world known,
I wanna be a good young man,
And I wanna carry on with my good characters within…
But all’s possible if with me you’ll stand…;
And if you stand, I’ll escape from this icy world,
And land in a virgin green valley –
Full of birds, full of love, full of trees;
Underneath them there shall no one be –
But just you and me…
STEPHEN STYRIS,
24/03/2007
Bongaigaon College,
Bongaigaon,
Assam,
India
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
MY ANGEL: MY BUTTERFLY…
Beyond all lines of imagination,
Where all thoughts find no way,
When the least chances show zero hopes,
There always flashes up an Angel
In the simple shape of my Butterfly
To add sweet nectar to my life…
Heaven gave her some unbearable pain,
She’s now afraid to go out in the same Rain,
But I’m there to bring out the Rainbow,
And paint in colours her creative mind,
And bring out the real beauty that has so
Long been hiding behind…
By,
Stephen Styris,
Bongaigaon College, Bongaigaon, Assam, India
E-mail: stephen_styris@yahoo.com
