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I refuse to inherit cruel conditioning I will breathe my own bizarre air Call me a rebel if you wish I don’t deny, nor do I care Bare feet on filthy roads A brutal smile to each stranger I refuse
Poetry doesn’t just happen. It’s not just a bunch of words grabbed hastily and arranged to rhyme, it’s not even a so called overflow of emotions. Poetry is much more than that. It’s the silence that echoes within your being,
Mirror, Mirror, you think you know me. Showing me like an icy lady. That’s not how I want to be seen. Mirror, mirror, treat me like a queen. Why don’t you compliment my changes? I’m becoming a lovely lady. Show
Today, like everyday You forgot to smile at the mirror The house waved and waved You probably didn’t notice! Buses and cars and people and dogs The sun was scanning them all Realization. Oh! I forgot my handkerchief You missed
In my Solitude I looked all around- To sooth my mind. I noticed, a little Sparrow Starting its nest. Day by day, I watched the little bird The progress of construction was going on With small grasses and pieces of
We meet again , after a long five years I always wished never to see you Never ever, when I bid GoodBye Unfathomable was the depth of hurt You gifted me, when you rejected My unbridled love for you Each
NOW Cupid, once, he made a fool of me, He struck me with his wayward, golden dart; And all at once I felt sweet agony, Just like a glowing ember in my heart. I heard a voice; then something caught
Standing by my window, I subconsciously watch the sky, for hours. Thinking about you, I fantasize more and more, with no cowers. I recollect, almost all the talks shared, till now. Your smiling face, your sweet voice always in my
It’s said search for happiness Is the main reason for unhappiness All our life we search for happiness, We wait for some big happiness to come our way In the run, in the rush to get some big happiness We
A gush of wind entered Through the open window. My shielded wings wandered all over The unanswered question which I hide in my unconscious mind, echoed in my conscious mind. Who am I ? I have a heart that forgives
Remember me, do you ? I was your shadow, a positive one Always by your side, concerned Giving energy to your soul while my soul was draining somewhere You told me you love me And I believed you blind I
There was a matter to write about, A minute ago, mass of words were Filling up my mind I should pen this, that and other My head was overflowing with Powerful words and emotions To an extent, that I lost
There’s a man called Mr. Mischief, He tickles you till you cry out, Or puts pepper in your handkerchief and makes you have a sneezing bout, He hides your pencil under your pillow, He also hid my book, ‘Wind in
She lived like a gush of wind And looked like breeze in trance Her thoughts freely bounced on paper In an awesomely imperfect dance She loved and sang and smiled to the sky Dived in dreams without asking why Her
Oh! sweetheart I heard that you are dating someone Even though you said that I am the only one I heard that you both are spending lots of time together But, for me you had time NEVER Is she your
Squatting on the grayness of the rock I let the breeze chill the marrows of my bone on the wet sand I wrote your name a receding wave squiggled it away leaving behind a brown sediment of moist sand. my
I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is
Just because your turn has not come, Doesn’t mean there is no future. Even though everyday feels wearisome, You haven’t seen the bigger picture. Don’t compare your race with another, Everyone has a different finish. Switching tracks, shoes, trying to
After all how much food A man needs? Only nine morsels a day Then why so much hoarding Of grains and foods? After all how many pairs A man needs? Only two pairs a day. Then why so much Unnecessary
We live, we learn, We love, we care. In the process of learning, We make mistakes again and again. But then from these mistakes we learn again. In the journey of life, we fall, But then we rise Even if
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I was happy communicating with them I was happy unknowingly indulging in their own game Happy on being appreciated Happy on being accoladed Felt each of them close to my heart Sharing things mutually though being miles apart In for
Whenever your eyes bleeds in tears, come to me without any dread fears. My arms are open and eyes closed, hug me to your heart and feel embraced. When your bleeding tears in my eyes shine your pains that you
It was just a bullet A bullet which changed everything Which made the land wet Wet with tears Thousand , million tears Which immediately Scarred thousand hearts Filled them with tireless grieving , A deep scar, A haunting memory ,
What human values have we today, Than just seeking a helluva lot of Happiness for the notifications When the virtual defeats reality Am I too in same cage? To forget my Man and Sons and Daughters And care about gadgets
Being in a wealthy family Being with healthy siblings Could not make my mind happy. A thirst for some thing else Burnt inside me as a fire. My desire grew day by day Nothing could prevent me From my burning
I have this strong dislike towards you For the reasons known to me You do not fall in my like list For, I hate you to death Whatever you do, I am not convinced My dislike and hatred stands above
For me he was not the first, But all I want from the beginning, That he be my first, My feelings are pure for him, But may I not remain pure for him, He is what I need and I
Built to perfection, designed for comfort Polished warm brown, with cushions floral.. Often, admired a while, by those on road I waited a keen eye, to take me home… And then came in, a dainty inquiring lady Ah, but look
Do we really have free will, or are we preprogrammed to be who we are to be? Being born a boy or a girl did we have any say? Hormones in my body that motivate were not ordered by me.
Life is swiftly passing by No one has time to look back Or no one is ready to think What has happened in the past. Go back to your own past, You will see an emptiness every where. Its the
Out of the odd don’t know why, A voice within me asked, “Who am I?” Answered each question with ease till date But today within me is an endless debate. Am I the good girl all see? Or that crazy
When I sleep, You come to me You sit by my side And touch my face with your soft fingers. your touch makes me warm and secure. I forget all my worries. You kiss on my cheeks With your trembling
When I first saw you, He nudged me and gave me a sign. I thought it was just over thinking of a melancholy heart. Time passed by, we passed by each other, Another bell rang; another gust of wind blew
Now that my mother, father and siblings have passed. Yes passed, a dainty word saying, dead, gone, either up in the sky, or down in the ground. At last I have said the words, dead, died, death, leaving me bereft.
Stranger, why should I not smile at you? Why should we be entrapped under false separations of race, color, caste, creed or any duality? Are not we beings cast in the image of God? Is not all – one! We
He didn’t let you shed tears a sentinel who masked all your fears, donned assorted roles for fun at times a horse other times a son, made you stand on his toes he was the ring encircling you close, the
our wings grow from the heart but stop on the neck suffocating us we bury the feelings deep in the arteries until the blood has no room to move we spit like the husks of seeds only words that are
Each time I fall Every moment that I find myself broken Wallowing in sordid pain of yore Tempted to flee, desperate for refuge And fear I’ve reached the end of the tunnel You come to me then, like an angel
Photo by torbakhopper I have a sack full of toys, They make a little noise, Some are girls and some are boys; I have a small train, With a window pane, And it rides in a lane, Its driver’s name
10 ways to write a poem! No sentence in the glory of English language has hit me as hard as this one did. I started writing poetry when I was in class 7th. I still remember the day when this
Life and Death are like the Birth and Bonding of a flowing River While on Birth we sure cry We fear when on death Advancing of our Age is akin to the blowing in size of the bubble in water
In my quest for Eternal Bliss I came to a Golden Arch, across its gate was written “No Thoroughfare” “Trespassers will be prosecuted.” I smiled I am love I enter everywhere!! in I went into a grassy land wet with
I love the feel of raindrops, Fall on my face trickling down, In a liquid embrace, Gently wrapping me in. I see the blinding lightning, That lights up the sky, With a thunderous clap, Filling me with wonder. It fills
Good Morning Love.. What will you have for breakfast? A pancake with just a tip of honey, Get it fast, I have to go earn money! Here you go, now eat up before the dog starts to drool. Oh Jeez!
माँ वापिस लौटना चाहती हूँ तुम्हारे पास, अपनी गोद में सर रखने दो न मुझे आज रो लेने दो जी भरकर बच्चा बनने दो न मुझे, मैं बड़ी हुई ही कहाँ थी ? क्योंकि बड़े लोग गल्तियाँ नहीं करते न
Who is a female? A question that consistently ponders me. Is she a mere piece of flesh and bone? Is she a puppet to dance at the tunes of the males? Is she the one to earn and make the
Desire says -Want to be a free spirit, live life like a snippet, sing a carefree lyric, be an inspirational lithic. Desire says-Want to fly high, in the seamless sky, be happy to soar far away, cross miles with no
I. If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after. II.
Your day starts with the Sunrise- Your day ends with the Sunset. Your dreams and hopes start by birth, And end in the grave yard. Days, Weeks, Months and Years- Pass swiftly- swiftly -by Your dreams and hopes increase day
“मोहरा बनना मुझे कभी कहीं कबूल रहा नहीं, ज़िन्दगी मुश्किल सही,पर अपनी शर्तों पे जी मैंने” “तकदीरों को मुझ पे मेहरबान होनी ही पड़ा, अपनी तदबीरो में कभी कोई कमी नहीं की मैंने” “दुनिया बेहद हसीं, ज़िन्दगी पुरबहार होने लगी,
Consider yourself blessed, when in your life, You find a very special friend. Someone special, who touches your heart, Being there as your life’s invisible part. Someone who makes you believe, Life is to be lived against all odds. Life
How do you pick up the pieces of your own broken heart, When each individual piece is like a shard of glass? How does one even know how or where to start, When it’s not exactly taught at school in
I wandered in the woods – No humans around. No feelings , no worries, no cries and laughter, Only the chirping of Birds, Howling of Jackals, buzzing of Bees heard around. The Trees were bouncing in the wind- The cool
You and me Two different entities Each bound by our own creations Yet our love has made us one. Two souls became one Without any differentiation We carry our life Like the two banks of the same river Never meeting
Come my dear let us be strangers again With that suffocating pain in my heart On a sad note let me depart don’t wish to indulge in the blame game don’t want to give a dent to your name and
Looking down, a white silk trail rose just above the river. Meandering just as far as the eye could see. Thus setting the scene filling the start of the day with wonder and glee. Vaporized water rose from the forest
I was on top of the ‘world’, When I was promoted to the rank of the ‘director’. I got a very hefty salary hike, Which was such a ‘delight I felt I am the ‘greatest’, Whom I thought none can
Some words are unspoken Some words are unseen We leave them all in a moment And never turn around to see Time and tide wait for none But my dear the exception is one Wait for a second and stand
Rain holds life, In every little drop, Hanging on every leaf and flower, Reflecting without a mask. Each lone drop, Has a story to tell, Of a struggle to hang on, In its journey. Like a teardrop, It falls from
Our freedom began with the historic words At the midnight when the world sleeps India will awake we did wake to freedom It’s now the sixty ninth year of freedom But what sort of freedom is this A handful of those
friends are someone.. who meet each other- to share joy and sorrow and celebrate happy moments together. here my friends-never I had the chance to see them face to face. we share a world made with the trust of god’s
When I bid Farewell My eyes were not wet, My cheeks were not red, And my lips were not trembled- But my heart was broken. I was shattered like anything. You are going away for ever. We will never meet
You can lose a penny, or a special letter. A bill for the gas, or your red setter. Even where you placed your car, or the dog you tied to a forgotten gate. But to lose your mind, now that
A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave, away off in the distance dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing old papers away, with tired forgotten faces and news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter
Down memory lane I traveled, at the first corner of endless street I met almond eyes dimpled cheeks silk soft tresses My First Poem –She!! further down at the second corner nostalgic charm lyrical beauty simple smile My Second Poem
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My love affair with trees started when I was oh so young. The swing on a branch at the end of my garden is where it had all begun. I swung back and forward, singing little tunes to the tree
Myth has it that the riches of the rich are good for all the people And such a fable has got so many performances that it’s easy To be swayed into thinking that it’s just the truth. But when I
I stopped to gaze One mistake already made Moody wind, pale snowflakes Quite with mysteries Dark and Delphic secrets My legs froze, my body still The ropes of the mesmerizing beauty tangled me No struggle, no pain A moment of
Innocence of those eyes Innocence of those eyes, will never disguise , their dreams will fill their blood, with joyous thoughts, and gifts that love has brought innocence of a child is a blessing, which makes him see the beauty
The moment my heart beat began in the safe domain of my mother’s womb was the moment my mother took charge of me Nine months of intensive care in her womb sacrificing her pleasure but enjoying every moment of her
Sitting by the river bank letting my thoughts float too. A frog hopped off a lilypad, sat beside me and said, “hello you” Me being polite I replied “Hi, Hello you too” “Release me from my bondage girl. Just a
The pages of life have been filled To the brim Only few breaths are left Clinging to those few with hope yet alive Only memories of those moments Which have passed are left Why there is a feeling of suffocation
In the bosom of a heart A mother bore a little one With all pangs of pain In motherhood and labor. In the chambers of her heart She kept him safe Suckled the little one With all her love. An
The worn out longing rests in me Blooming a thought sluggishly Of times when you unwrapped within Your touch melting my transparent skin A heavy block of pain in throat Zillion words thought and wrote Your being was my poem
I remember my dear that evening of ecstasy, Moonlight seeping through the window panes, A witness of our love-making. You made me feel so special that evening! That stolen kiss- my life’s biggest bliss. That cuddly embrace, Placing my head
In the womb of a test tube the male conjugates with the female, to germinate the genesis of a genus In a petri dish under the optics of a microscope a genetic engineer denudes and rapes the genus with a
Knock knock whose there? He asked Me, the blind man. Came the response. And where from? Asked another, from the catacombs that covered years of deaths and solitude, in caskets of not so forgotten years. From the depths of reason
another day I met her on the field… in my heart a passion wakes how many have fallen asleep only I have stayed awake to see the face of the sky drunken moon fugitive moon…………..clouds scattered a spider’s torn web,
The black beads set amidst the gold beads A jewellery, to be adorned eternally. Reminding us the promises we had made To keep the hearts, happy and hale… Amidst the feast, glitter, and flowers On a hustling, happening and upbeat
He goes to the gods in flames – alone An existence crumbling Under the weight of its own shadow A universe contracted to itself A part has now become the whole But, Was he just a body or a soul?
Love is like an aroma of flowers, Stimulating the senses, Waking the ravenous hunger, Of an insatiable thirst for, Unhurried passion. A love lies beneath, That’s a light from within, With glowing embers of passion, Hearts racing in unison, Emotions
You are all around me, From wake to sleep Holding each inch of my life Deciding, how my day be And letting me play with you A hardest thing, I’ve ever known You rule my friends and enemies, If I
When Mum first presented you I thought you were a trick. Your attempts to buy me off with a Metallica C.D. demonstrated your pettiness. I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cos I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in
The sky is sobbing and will not stop Drenching me with cold big drops. Dashing back indoors Dripping all over my clean floors. I shouted up to the sky “What’s wrong, why do you cry” A loud crash and burst
Sitting by the window I looked up to the sky Remembering you I don’t know why I cry Those moments, will they come back again Will destiny smile at me and I see you again But what if I meet
Pendulum strikes as usual One…..Two….Three….. Life span rotates on this formula. Time moves fast- Silent shadow starts to shrink In the form of night. Darkness give way to light Again and again the wheel rotates Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter- Changes
A rose bloomed in my garden a solitary, pink rose. Solitary, but for the inimical companion the thorn. my fingers twitched to pluck the rose for my only love… my fingers stretched to embrace the sharp thorn… in a thorn
In your eyes, I watched fireflies dancing… I listen to a song within my heart, shredded, broken whispers… at dusk listening to the music of falling leaves laid bare my heartaches… tonight, it rains with thunder, being alone is quite