I am Biji Dominic. I am interested in reading books. My journey of inscribing my thoughts started more than twenty years ago.
I used to submit a few verses to Poetry.com, I got some great response. Comments from readers encourage me to pen down my thoughts.
I heard about Dubai Poetics through an advertisement in Uptown and ever since then have been a member of the Poetryhood. It is lovely to be a part of this community and I enjoy reading the work of other poets on this platform.
Please enjoy one of my more popular verses:
Woods are lovely dark and deep,
But I have promised to keep,
Miles to go before I Sleep,
Miles to go before I Sleep.
You can contact me through:
My email: bijimdominic@gmail.com
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Photo credit: Daniel Burka
Silent Valley
By Bijim Dominic
Silent valley is silent.
In silent valley, you can experience
the beauty of nature,
virgin green woods will inspire you.
Silent valley is silent.
In silent valley, you can hear
cacophony of birds,
in silent valley, you can see
so many rare plants and trees.
Silent valley is silent.
When you are in silent valley,
do not disturb the flying birds
and green vegetation.
Let us conserve silent valley
for the future generation.
It is a paradise on earth,
silent valley is silent.
Photo credit: Hoach Le Dinh
The Countryside
By Bijim Dominic
I love the countryside,
I love the naive people,
I love the natural habitat,
Yes, she is my sweetheart.
I love the green lands,
I love the mountain ranges,
I love the chattering milky way
through the rocky mountain,
I love the highland with shrubs,
I love the highland mist,
I love the sun rays piercing through
the mist,
I love the toiling class,
I’m a part of the countryside.
Photo credit: Rosan Harmens
The Invisible Omnipotent Power
By Bijim Dominic
The sky is blue
the helium generator with its full might
the day is known by this celebrity’s brilliance
the night is known by infinite glittering
the sea with uncountable flora and fauna
the forest with shady herbs and giant trees
the mountain with chattering rivers
the valley with grasslands
The good earth is filled with varied
species
the creator touched with natural colour
and fragrance
Yes, the greatest artist’s masterpiece.
Amy’s Cry
By Biji Dominic
Amy was a celebrity star,
She had a powerful voice,
Her song, Rehab, was a cry for help,
Her cries were not heard by the crowd,
Amy is no more, to happy the crowd.
Amy’s life was slipping away from her hand,
Amy had addiction issues,
She could not get away from her addictions,
Amy is no more.
Amy cried for help,
Her cries were not heard,
Amy is no more,
Amy left the world with her songs.
Photo credit: Ismael Nieto
Conception
By Biji Dominic
Conceive your baby in your pure heart,
during your conception time fill your mind with
faithful and positive thoughts.
If you have a faithful heart,
let it beat for fear of God.
Conceive your poem with a pure heart,
for a poem is first conceived in the heart.
Pen down your thoughts with a positive mind,
your baby and poem may sublime one.
Photo credit: Bence Boros
Parallel Lines
By Biji Dominic
Parallel lines never meet
Life can never be like parallel lines
Divided distance between lines
by love
Life is a bliss when loved ones walk and think alike
For some it is well done, but life may be so complex,
Multitude of reasons to fight each other,
Loved ones reach a conclusion of
disagreement,
Like parallel lines, they decide to live
separately
For the opulent, divorce is a fashion
Some folks, may not understand the meaning
of life
Let the rich learn to listen to the inner voice
Life is not a bed of roses
Life can be made sublime by lover’s fervent
acts,
Loved one’s lives should not be like parallel
lines.
Photo credit: Odette Scapin
Romance Blossom
By Biji Dominic
Like a sunflower romance blossom
like a passion fruit,
romance bears fruit
under a willow tree
Loved ones exchange hearts,
loved ones enjoy a splash in the
Blue Lagoon
During romantic mood nothing is forbidden
Music envelops a romantic mood
Romance is a feeling from the heart
Strength of romance is tested at the
altar of pain
Colour of romance vary
Fragrance of romance is jasmine scent
Romance is a feeling which no one
can wink at.
Photo credit: Rosan Harmens
In This Jail
By Biji Dominic
We feel pain, only when we experience,
We feel pain only when we suffer,
We feel pain only when our skin is near the fire,
Shipwreck can happen to anyone, at any time,
Very few recover from a mighty economic loss.
When we don’t exercise prudence in our dealings,
We don’t know, what kind of repercussion, one has to go through,
Through hell, one has to go through
Through legal battle, one has to go through,
Through dire straits, one has to go through,
To fight being penniless is not an easy joke.
Only those who run through the desert feel the desert experience,
The desert summer is arid, humid and difficult to get along,
Can one get away from desert sand of dead end?
Those in jail, have so much to share,
Nobody is there to listen to your plea,
You alone in a cell, counting days to become free.
Photo credit: Odette Scapin
Miss Congeniality
By Biji Dominic
Thy name is women
her name is Miss Congeniality
she got an alluring look
she walks with confidence
Miss sensuality is sensitive at times
her eyes speak volumes
her nails speak femininity,
with her curvy figure, she turns cat-walk,
Miss Congeniality is a heart-throb,
her attitude is her strength
she keeps fetish friends at bay,
with less vanity, she goes,
But she still keeps a vanity bag.
Miss Congeniality is the girl at the next door.