Afresh Poems

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Reality Of A Poet

Reality Of A Poet long poem

With full zoom to start day afresh I occupied my revolving chair in front of the computer screen and switched on the Internet to begin yet another day of oozing out random thoughts that have accumulated in my mind over

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World Peace At Stake

World Peace At Stake short poem

People are celebration friendly Celebrate when life shortens too Dancing, swinging and singing Saying happy birthday to you. People are celebration friendly Celebrate at the end of each year Romping, waltzing and caroling Wishing you happy new year. People know

Dying Moments

Dying Moments long poem

I suddenly fell ill & got into a semi conscious state My wife gets panicky and rushes me to the hospital Doctors put me straight into I C U I faintly hear Doctors whispering this as a hopeless case I

To the night sky

To the night sky short poem

Every morning The sun rises afresh, I forget why I was so sad The night before. Why there was so much Pain and blood And loneliness In the darkened Speckled night sky. Every morning In my bathroom A determined Toothbrush

I Have A God

I Have A God elegy

Woken up by a mellifluous music never heard before, Made me wonder, was I in the kingdom of Orpheus ? Or was it the orchestra of heavenly maidens? I open’d my eyes after honey’d slumber, Blind’d by sparkling silver and

Bit By Bit

Bit By Bit short poem

Graze it, raze it or erase it, Memory eternally frays it, Past floods me full again, Of matters of loss and pain Webs of certain and uncertain, Entangle to ascertain, Darkness crowds me alone, In a moment I must have

Sleep

Sleep short poem

Sleep is an everlasting wealth that never enchants a highway man who seldom fails to snatch anyone’s heavenly sound sleep. Sleep is a miracle that soothes the one who is deprived of worry the one whose life style is systematic

A beautiful soul

A beautiful soul short poem

Lying on bed, waiting for sleep to take over, and thoughts to shut away with my mind boggling and thoughts about day spent, I introspect myself. Only prominent thing I remember is her face, rest all, like flashes of memories,

The Rethink

The Rethink short poem

From chronic sort tedium must rise above to explore Life beyond old drudgery since long not felt before While in indulgent misery the core had twisted askew Time to rid of past clutter to rewrite lost verve anew Dump affecting

Moving On

Moving On short poem

Thoughts need collating for fresher start again Midst environs amiable devoid of societal strain Rise above compulsions rewrite afresh the slate Be one with the nucleus in mystical sort of state

The Storm

The Storm short poem

The Cyclonic storm creates havoc on land The turmoils in life wreck havoc in mind The cyclonic storm floods the land with waters The turmoils in life disturbs the mind with tears The cyclonic storm uproots trees and objects The

Every Day Love

Every Day Love short poem

Everyday is a new day to say I love you, Everyday your love comes to me afresh, Everyday my love for you is renewed, Everyday my heart yearns for you. My eyes can’t wait to see you again, My hands

Victim Of Mankind

Victim Of Mankind short poem

Summer passed, winter arrived , Short steps turned into long strides , Insects prepare for hibernation, Serenic beauty is nature’s projection , Mother puts her child to sleep, South Africa just won cricket match with clean sweep , Bells ring

Inhibiting Spirals

Inhibiting Spirals short poem

Amidst of delusional notions for the inexplicable to reveal Beginning to be rummaged for the very cause of ordeal Dilemmas often encrypted with multitude of resolves Ones where you’re nucleus around which it all revolves Blinded by agitated tenacity improbable

Lover Of My Soul

Lover Of My Soul prose poem

Leaping with fearless joy as I begin afresh to dance You are my lover, not happenstance I’m watching and waiting to glean his gaze His winsome articulate amazing ways He’s gloriously giving and infinitely kind When surrendering living, his heart

Hopeful Eyes

Hopeful Eyes short poem

What sad weary eyes we have that see, in all the world, such poverty and pointless pain. Would not the sunlight bathe upon it if we simply look again? For the eye of the beholder may choose the depth of

Re Union

Re Union prose poem

Human relations are complex in nature Relationships may sway extremes from in separable to invisible It takes years to understand and feel comfortable with each other It takes a moment to destroy the love and faith that was built over

Happiness

Happiness long poem

‘Ma …..’ a tender mild wail of my lovely sleepy kid from her soft rutted wet bed dispels my drowsy mood transforming me to a ‘blithe spirit’ fluttering my light heart to resume my day afresh. Oh! What a tasty

Wheels Are In Motion Again

Wheels Are In Motion Again short poem

Wheels are in motion again – clank clank ! The gypsy in me is packing up, unsettling the settled. Starting afresh, no want for hope. No desire for sorrow, subdued is the word. Put my books in a box, pack

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Yearn

Yearn short poem

The best kind of face is a familiar face But not entirely; something that screams safe But isn’t; someone driving four wheels but maybe not all four someone with routines; No. He should call me at the Devil’s hour Whisk

The written word

The written word short poem

Sunlight streaming through the window The curtains fluttering in gentle breeze Scented sheets scattered around the desk Me, seated with my feet aloft my chair Pen in mouth, mind lost in thought A faraway look in my eye. A letter

Knotted

Knotted short poem

Hands trembling as I write this poem On cold chilly winter morning Dead silence ring in my ear Dim light by the fireplace, Knotted together in this tiny house That we call our own Where love is shown, and hate

Respect Her

Respect Her short poem

Respect her She is a woman , Respect her is must . She isn’t less than a man. Respect her or else your heart should rust. What would they do without her who greed only for “brothers”? Bring out that

Driven By Fear

Driven By Fear long poem

Our lives are driven in a state of fear The voices downtrodden are so hard to hear The captain and crew are in it for themselves All others are pushed to the back of the shelf Captains of industry and

King Serpentine

King Serpentine short poem

A killing truck running mad I turn Mozartian with a poison gland. You thought Shoemaker is some fall guy. When you don’t even know the meaning, sigh. My measure is King Cobra XIIth. Fear the venom, not the length. Lamp

One Summer Night

One Summer Night prose poem

Can you believe it my dear? The passage of time is enough to draw tears. This June, we will have been married 44 years. Do you remember when and where we were when I proposed to you one summer night?

My Smiling Buddha

My Smiling Buddha short poem

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

Child Play

Child Play ode

pick me up i drag my corpse once again back to the ground gravity, why are you greedy? hay and lilac grass i want to sleep peacefully to put it bluntly i crash and sleep momentum shifts and careless lips

Last Journal Entry

Last Journal Entry short poem

The coldest wind which fills my sails Sent colder chills throughout my spine As now the rigging grimly wails That mast seems willing to recline The taut sinews binding my bones I felt tighten into a knot We’re on this

The Promise

The Promise short poem

Death is a fallen woman you convince yourself it’s down on the corner waiting for you to show but it’s been intimate with everyone blood and bone unhealthy red lips nostrils flared that arhythmic stride like it’s been riding saddle

What Are We?

What Are We? prose poem

What are we? We are a bag of meat and water. Then why the consciousness. Consciousness is indeed a mystery. Does consciousness come from somewhere else and just inhabit our bodies? Where does it go after the meat and water

The Lake My Love

The Lake My Love ode

Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting

Pang of guilt

Pang of guilt short poem

Here I am This is me Now this is just all about Me being free. ‘Cause if you look inside me You won’t find what you used to see. I am not anymore whom I used to be Before you

A New World

A New World short poem

Let’s find a new world . . . . Where smile are spread every where, Where if you are sad everyone will care. Where no one is there to poke you, Where you can talk to anyone you want to.

Heartily Smile

Heartily Smile prose poem

She smiled every day And I returned her the same on my way! She smiled every day And I walked by just the same way! She smiled at every face That crossed her sight and that I wanted to be

First Bird

First Bird short poem

Watching March flowers open, I feel the Lord’s breath on my face Walking through forest timber, I feel His power and grace When sailing across oceans, His fury I can’t tame He then heals all my moments, of worry and

My Reckoning

My Reckoning short poem

That east wind clawed at my skin leaving me fragile again I was once impervious to reckoning but now every element guffaws at how weak I have become the shrill call of the night birds humiliate me for I am

She’s Kinda Beautiful

Shes Kinda Beautiful ode

They’ve got their arms up in in the air while she is tossing her her coloured hair If you’re going put in her a chair then she’s somewhat debonair But come stage time and she’s jiving from stair to stair

I dig your grave

I dig your grave short poem

Against the true evil Of this land Tonight I make my stand Pitch black is this night No moon in the sky The final round of this fight Your life’s goodbye I think of what you’ve done And I’ve become

Beneath The Skin

Beneath The Skin short poem

It was not a demigod, elephantiasis of a beast, snakes sitting on head. A catastrophic tree view.I was proud of being alive during carpet-bombing. A catnip was needed to clear the vision. The town was moving out shedding its landmarks.