It takes a brave heart to know poetry or be a poet.  While the realists may proclaim that poetry is an escape, a refuge from the harsh truths of life, it cannot be so. A poet is a warrior and a magician who has the power to confront his worst demons and cast them out into the world dressed in naked pain, honesty and the cadence of words. And he is a dreamer and a wisher!  Poetry is the answer to the silent whispering of your heart and all that can be felt, but not seen, finds its way into the world of Poets. From the golden blaze of the morning sun to the rosy hues of the evening and everything in between, that, which is called life, all of it is Poetry. One only needs to pause in the endless race of life, still the heart, tune into the world around and a poem will be created. A poet can paint pictures in words, out of the diaphanous, ephemeral clouds of thoughts, that the rest of the world struggles to concretize into comprehensible shape.

We are proud and gratified to be able to provide a platform for almost 5000 such poets who have helped us create a repository of more than 10,000 such original poems over a short span of two years. We started out with just our hopes and dreams and you, dear poets, have made Charles Bukowski’s words come true for us “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.” 

Thank you and here’s wishing you a Wonderful World Poetry Day!

After Sunshine

After Sunshine short poem

Be my soul in outrageous sunshine of knowledge. I need a shade of tears. The barrels were still smoking after the war. I will not wake up in morning. Lightless the day will mourn for the fallen moon on the

Aftertaste

Aftertaste short poem

That targeted sleep will not come at once in the tamed night. A shifted pain lifts the irretrievable word shamed at edge. The godwings weave the rhyme of flight for the wedding of death. You are born again in sleep

Ambushed

Ambushed short poem

To wean away a tigermoth from a bell jar for a journey of faith against ebony of illusion. The caterpillar has restrained the roof, of future accidents to coming of age. You do not know the speed of nakedness on

Circling

Circling short poem

A bucketful of moon falls on my door with the smell of a salted night on frozen shoulders of a punctured landscape. I start expanding unseeing a sentimental lake. Life was asking a very high price for the purple bruises.

Harvesting

Harvesting short poem

Unsown peaks of fear under aggression. I ask you to make a choice between I and inventing yourself. I will not abandon the tree: the animal, renunciation. The belief and emptiness will find symbols of foreverness. Ephemeral colors; Leaves will

In Clouds

In Clouds short poem

You walk on burning embers like a black stone to meet the end before beginning on empty landscape. What was the need to cross a saviour? Death had the wedding anniversary in a garden – full of blessings for the

Individually

Individually short poem

That roasting night when honeyed moon hung high weaving a humming sound I spoke to clouds. It happens every night, when smoke rises to discover the pain of a falling star. I start making a god from earth and water.

Mortal Blues

Mortal Blues short poem

That satanic streak of tireless undressing of a hapless monarch. Wings were gone. Cannot fly across the tree of hypocricy. A footmat for the suicidal jump from the elegant hierarchy to grainy lies. Why are you turning ungreen? You will

Next Night

Next Night short poem

I hate the self-immolation of orange sex. Weather was leaving blue strings on the skin. Redemption was incomplete by sharing the legs Lips will not knead the ears. Like wakng in darkness for a passage to grief. Black moon will

Pages

Pages short poem

Still listening from lips, a mute hearing with hands, an improper metaphor. …………………………………… In the frozen lake of eyes a fish dies in unread tears. …………………………………. An upended home of laments in moon. …………………………………. Imperfect proximity of pillows. sleep was

Peace

Peace short poem

Be with me in this zone of pain. My poems was walking through me. The flute I broke, in the river of silence. Someone was whispering to me in sleep. Why this desire of awakening in darkness, when light was

Perhaps

Perhaps short poem

A thought starts a fire loosening the lips. I want to scream. Between dreams and stars a sky hung with inverted moon. The desire springs a scythe but cannot cut a jellyfish of eye. A sunstroke was speechless without a

Pulsating

Pulsating short poem

In the cavernous mind a thought becomes redundant. You go straight for a snakeroot. A flat cluster of white flowers spurs a stigma at the white moon for floating rumors. This was my native pain of brilliant tapestry. The threads

Quest

Quest short poem

Slicing the red velvet not drawing blood with your nails you walk on the body of compromise kissing the fleece of death. Untitled, larger than life unpresent, missed moments would take the revenge from no thing. The violence will end

Return Of The Poet

Return Of The Poet short poem

It is autumn grapes are bleeding. The orange color seeps into your eyes. Will you shut the green lids? You, start reading backward. Atavistic instinct to dig up the severed hands? Your house, died in the flower bed. Seeds were

Soaring High

Soaring High short poem

Ethics takes a nap, in a blink, without qualms. * A jilted lover, like a broken moon, takes a jump from the hill. * In this twilight who am I, in this crowd of sinners? ———————————————– Ethics takes a nap,

Softness

Softness short poem

From hereness to thereness a heat flows- in the height of fears. A timeless need to map out the pain of earth, floating on clouds. Lemon grass cuts the swan lake. There was a devil in water, hiding under the

Stupidity

Stupidity short poem

Today, go undivine with me and remain untouched, in dwindling love of faith. A forerunner of nothingness in a theological mess, breaking the mirrors in a slaughter house, finding a god. Collecting ruins of sounds, veils, traversing the fecundity of

Thought On Thought

Thought On Thought short poem

Do you object to sexual encounters in the clan to save a semi-god from extinction? A political consideration? For you becoming an otherself for future generation? I will not return to the cave for a bell jar of bones in

Uneaten Fruit

Uneaten Fruit short poem

From the unread book I look back at three generations, with whom I was fighting for a staircase, which did not take me anywhere. It was an edge over the wisdom for footfalls in space for an apology for an

Whispering Sparrows

Whispering Sparrows short poem

The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness

Why

Why short poem

For a messenger of lies I lay down the script. A kick starts the game. I am the only visitor to the gallery. Kamasutra suicide displayed was a way of expression of a revolt against honour killing of your own