What are you, O Death?
Are you the bounty of the unknown?
Or, are you the wisdom of beauty?
When darkness brims over my cup of wine
When twilight follows the shadows of silence
I see you in all colours of days and nights
When the bowl of hunger stokes fire in cry of pains
The frozen mask dismembers all charms
And the streetcar forsakes all desires
You stand by holding your sceptre
Shivering fear and tears melt into the eternal ire
As I see your face painted in veiled mystery
And I know you prophesying the myth of fire of pyre.

Nostalgia of life deepens
Through thick and thin of earthly delights
When I see no light of darkness for a moment's breath
To rekindle the last wicks of your truth of wisdom.
I know you the unknown of all seasons
As I see you on the heap of beauty of truth
Like the old messiah greeting the pleasures of pains
To uphold the destiny of seven sins and virtues
To the glory of the last testaament of mortal beings.
I know you the inevitable of all smaller things
As I see your face in all splendours of disguises
Fiddling amongst the bones and ashes of ruins
While the empire bears the buren of fear and tears.

O Death! I have seen your face
I know you the unknown of all things
I know you the inevitable of all mortal beings
Yet the quest of long journey gets me nowhere
I come back to you to be born and reborn forever
To know the truth of your beauty
To know the other face of your wisdom
That haunts me to look for your face everywhere.

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All alone, now I am all alone
All alone I seek refuge
All alone I miss you once again
And all alone I suffer, all alone
Yet I will love you all alone
Yet I will forget you not all alone
Yet all alone I will hide in your shadows
As long as there will be darkness unto light
As long as my love will bloom and blush
And as long as there will be rain and sunshine
In your Perfumed Garden.

In your Perfumed Garden
I had taken the forbidden fruit for you
For you only I kissed your love for ever
For you only I crossed the sky once and for all
And you came by my night to tell the fairytale
For once only you said love to me
For once only my cup of wine brimmed over
And I heard the sound of dawn for you
For you only I caressed the blushing wind
The blushing wind listened to my whisperings
The blushing wind listened to your sweet nothings
The rear window emptied my heart to you
As you closed your eyes for me once and for all
And I built a castle for you in the deep air
For you only I loved nothing any more
And for you only I hated to dare more no more.

No more you are there to love you
No more you care to bare your souls to me
And no more you are lost in my wilderness
Once again you are all alone
Once again I am all alone, all alone
Like a lone boat leaving and drifting all along
No shadows following the long coastline
As if to run aground against all earthly desires.

It is losing love is all that you care
As if it is losing love that you do not suffer
All alone I suffer, all alone
Once again we are all alone as we are apart
Love alone celebrates love all alone.

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Without you
What is there in life?
What is there in death if it is not you?
Days and nights never meet any more
And without you love is love no more for you
Flowers close their petals when it is not you
Flowers never bloom and blush any more for you
Without you there is no sigh of silences
Without you there is tears of grievances
As if love has known all bounds of consequences.

As if you have crossed the seven oceans
As if you have taken a long leave of life
My cup of wine is no more thirsty only for you
Without you there is no fear to dare to love you
No dancing girl listens to my cries of whispers
No stormy petrel can hear my deafening whimpers
How should I sing the sound of dawn
How should I kiss the shadows of the morning lawn
If you are not there to caress my love for you
If you are not there to love me for the love of you?

Without you
Life is not life to me
Without you death is never like death to me
With you only I forget life unto death
My days and nights are guised in eternal pleasure
With you only flowers bloom and blush more for you
And cups of wine brim over our earthly desire.

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Like a thin line of marching clouds
Letters follow letters in a leafy image of procession
Images of silence drop dead in torrential rains
The images that break open my heart of lengthening silence
I wake up in a labyrinth of melting shadows
I hear the sounds of the depth of night
I see lesser moments of dancing time
Knocking at my closer circle of whispering senses
A white swan resounds the voice of angelic words
Words resembling words in withering images
The images that trickle in millions of colours
Blooming and blushing in rumbling silences
Fears and cheers paint a silver lining on a coastal voyage
As if to bleed my heart in ecstatic pains
And I writhe with the baby's first cry into the twilight delight
And a poem is born in words and images out of all seasons.

A poem is born out of suchness of all seasons
A poem is born when hunger stokes fire out of all reasons
A poem is born when my unwept pains speak so cryingly
When love says love to love one and all so endearingly
A poem is born when my silence whispers something to tear apart
As if million muffled voices will roar into a laughter for a start
A poem is born when cry of unborn pleasures resound
When shocks of anguished pains rebound all around
A poem is born out of the prophetic voices from the yonder
When sighs of the shackles all at once burst asunder.

And sighs of the shackles will die down
When letters of love and equality will resemble a word
And the words will paint the whole sky in million colours
A silver lining will blze the trail of unbound darkness
A poem will be born out of all the bones and skins of me
And I will write a symphony of love, O My Beloved.

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Malthus’s polemics on population was base on some “natural laws” which says that overpopulation, poverty and predicament of environment is in consistent with food production and human fertility. Marx contended his theory by saying that it is not the natural laws but it is social in causes, “every particular historical mode of production has its own special laws of population, which are historically valid within that particular sphere. An abstract law population exists only for plants and animals, and even then only in the absence of historical intervention or man.”

That is to say, Marx’s idea is diametrically opposite to Malthus’s. Marx further said that “overpopulation is…a historically determined relation in no way determined by the absolute limit of productivity of the necessaries of life, but by limits posited rather by specific conditions of production along with the conditions of reproduction of human beings.” Marx never agreed to the Malthus’s idea of arithmetical production of food and geometrical reproduction of population. And that was not at all compatible with his political agenda or ideology.
“Natural laws” never works with population and food productivity but historical conditions play the major role to influence the food productivity along with human reproduction.

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When the morning dew drops in pool of silence
The swltering sum barks at the lengthening shadow
And the breezy wind blows trumps in triumph
You come with dancung gait as if you know everything.

And you betray your silence
By coming over to the feathery birds
The light of the heaven deepens before your eyes.

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