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Amlan Hossain

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हम ने सारी उम्र निबाही अपनी पहली मजबूरी

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He is omnipresent,
In everything and everyone, he is present.
If faith and love is what you practise,
Even in the enormous mountains and among tiny ants,
He is present.

From Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 13 Verse 14:
"sarvataḥ pāṇi-pādaṁ tat sarvato ’kṣhi-śhiro-mukham
sarvataḥ śhrutimal loke sarvam āvṛitya tiṣhṭhati", roughly translating to:
"Everywhere are His hands and feet, eyes, heads, and faces. His ears too are in all places, for He pervades everything in the universe."
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#faizandfunny #reelsinstagram #reelsindia #ohmygod #omg #om #akshaykumar #pareshrawal #hinduism #krishna #shrikrishna #bhagwan #bhagavadgita #god #bollywood #bollywooddialogue #krishnathoughts #instagramreels #cinema #krishnaflute #sanatandharma #faith #foryoupage #trendingreels #fypシ #explorepage by @mindofamlan

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मैं अपना गांव तुम्हे सौंप रहा हूं,
जल्द ही अनंत पार दुनिया में मैं जा रहा हूं,
खयाल रखना मेरे मिट्टी का, मेरे गुरूर का,
और हर किसान, व्यापारी, राजा समान हैं मेरे लिए,
तुम्हे ‘कांतारा’ में बसी जो बेजान पत्थर दिख रही हैं,
में अपने आस्था से उस पत्थर को भगवान मान रहा हूं।

Amlan.
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#poetry #kavita #poetsofinstagram #poemsindia #explore #kantara #rishabshetty #kannadafilm #panjurli #kantaramovie #culture by @mindofamlan

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4 years ago

Ardhnarishvar.
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(ardhanarishvara, ardhanarishwar, ardhnarishwar, ardhanarishvara sketch, shiva parvati, shiva shakti, mahadev sketch, hindu mythology art, hindu art, pen sketch, ballpoint pen, pen art, indian ink sketch, devotional art, indian artist) by @mindofamlan

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What is now pain is later poetry
The part that stays makes me suffer poetry.

The irony of expression is living
The one who survives writes better poetry.

I came close to her lips also because
I wanted to understand her poetry.

He lowered his bow before his kin
Thus was born, through surrender— poetry.

I haven't grown tired of my grief yet
I still fail to write any other poetry.

Amlan.

Clicked by @iameshwar_raj
At @bloom.skills
During opening for @sowmya_m_ravi and @amanverma0712
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(poetry, spoken word poetry, opening act, storytelling show, Bangalore, Bangalore shows, poetry community, poets of instagram, performance poetry, contemporary poetry, emotional poetry, love and loss, grief poetry, creative writing, ghazals in English, indian poetry, indian poets, poetry slam, contemporary, poetry lovers) by @mindofamlan

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a month ago

Charging of the Vahana.

(Shiva, Mahadev, Nandi, Shiva Art, Nandi Art, Indian Art, Indian Artist, Hindu Art, Indian Mythology, Mythology Art, Pencil Sketch, Graphite Sketch, Indian Sketch, Varanasi, Kashi, Banaras, Varanasi to the World, Indian Cinema, Fan Art, Cinematic Art, Mahadev Fan Art, Shiva Fan Art, Sanatan Dharma, Har Har Mahadev, Prithviraj Chauhan, SS Rajamouli, Mahesh Babu, Priyanka Chopra, Sketch post)

@ssrajamouli @urstrulymahesh @therealprithvi
@priyankachopra by @mindofamlan

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In this mornings Bangalore Mirror so that you never miss an opportunity to experience holy language.
#thingstodoinbangalore #poetsinbangalore #whatshappeninginbangalore #bangaloremirrornewspaper #poetrfromtheheart taken in Urban Solace - Cafe for the Soul by @mindofamlan

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4 months ago

Death Maul: A rendition of Darth Maul

Happy Star Wars Day 💙

[Star wars, darth maul, maul, the shadow lord, force, pen sketching, sketches, scribbling art, death, skull, Obi wan kenobi, phantom menace]

#starwars #darthmaul #scribblingart #pensketching by @mindofamlan

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5 months ago

The ceiling looks ordinary,
The fan is still making that uneven sound,
The dust motes are dancing without shadows.
It all feels almost insulting, and meaningless,
I wake up in the aftermath of my apocalypse.

I have no past to reminisce and feel sad.
I borrow grief from the tomorrow I'm yet to live.
I wake up tired of things
That haven’t happened, yet.

Amlan.

P.S. Original artwork
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[Scribbling pen sketch, sketching, artwork, nihilism, dissociating, depersonalisation, loss of identity, loss of self, truth, null, dark, English poetry, poems, thoughts, philosophy, reflection, sher, couplet, loss, death, Radiohead]

#scribblingart #pensketch #englishpoetry #radiohead #lossofself by @mindofamlan

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8 months ago

These merchants of death look no different from you,
They too brush my lips and leave me bound to dying.

Amlan

P. S. Original artwork.
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[Scribbling pen sketch, sketching, artwork, nihilism, loss of identity, loss of self, truth, smoking, cigarettes, null, dark, English poetry, poems, thoughts, philosophy, reflection, sher, couplet, loss, death, acceptance]

#scribblingart #pensketch #englishpoetry #nihilism #lossofself by @mindofamlan

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I am just a mirror in front of you,
I'll flip the image but show you the truth.

Amlan

P. S. Original artwork.
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[Scribbling pen sketch, sketching, artwork, nihilism, loss of identity, loss of self, truth, naked, null, dark, English poetry, poems, thoughts, philosophy, reflection, sher, couplet, loss, death, acceptance]

#scribblingart #pensketch #englishpoetry #nihilism #lossofself by @mindofamlan

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8 months ago

//You can't spell Live without Lie

I wake up to rehearse exits
How to leave a room without touching anything,
How to keep a smile without promising more.
The mirror doesn’t argue anymore.
It lets me borrow a face
The way stations lend platforms–
Stand here briefly but
Don’t ask where you’re going.

At work, at love, at prayer,
I perform accurate versions of myself.
They pass inspections.
They answer questions on time.
They do not ask
What happens to a clock
That ticks in rooms with no light.

I could be a leaf in autumn
Who had no choice but to fall.

But even falling implies direction,
A season willing
To remember your name.
I was released earlier, unseasoned,
Cut from the branch by hands
That called it necessity.

By noon I have lived
As a son,
A stranger,
A man who almost stayed.
Each life fits like old worn-out shoes,
Good enough to walk around,
But never enough to run.

I live a thousand lives every day,
And none of them are mine.

The night arrives without ceremony.
I hang the costumes carefully
With no wrinkles, no fingerprints,
Like a professional killer who
Hides the evidence with precision.
Every night is a case unsolved,
The corpse is but the killer himself.

I wait for myself like
An unopened bottle of wine in the cabinet
Closed, decomposing,
Turning more poisonous
And red.
The heart knows that
It only needs to pump blood,
And nothing more.

This is not me, or at least
Not what I am supposed to be,
This is someone else's becoming.
There is no real self, waiting,
Only the leftover damage
Of survival by subtraction,
Survival by too many correct performances.

And the quiet knowledge that
If I stopped acting,
Nothing would step forward to replace me.

📷 @charan_av_

#englishpoetry #existential #poetryevenings #explorepage

[ English Poetry Existentialism Observations Life Tiredness Desolation Time Adulthood Poems Thoughts Loneliness Exploration Nihilism ] by @mindofamlan

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