Assumption Poems

This is told in the perspective of a young boy. When I look at my mother, I picture her grave, Untidy and old, Covered in mold. I picture the knife , Used to end her, The pool of blood, She

Yes I am a woman, Married and with children. And you say you are attracted to me- Well I doubt what’s there to attract? I am age over to be attracted. My beauty fades every day with my chores, My

Stranded between the faces of a coin, Despair and lost around landslide jolt of the Highway, At the place where I shouldn’t be, With a hustle I grabbed a taxi from Siliguri, I was coming back home from an intense

One look at me is all they need To assume and to believe There’s not enough of me The flaw is obvious, “you’re so short”, they all agree! It’s such a glaring defect that little else counts. The deception is

In a fleeting moment of your life you will make a decision that changes your life forever Remember that moment and you can see into the other future you would have led A memory of one’s self is a striking

The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own, Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone – You

It’s not just you, it’s also me. Why ‘s the all world tired of me? I’m not certain of my attitude, That’s the reason for distortion of my gratitude. I’m more random than a dice. It’s just six faced ,

One in love, yet two in a crush- Peering from oneself into another’s! Fall for or get by; all tears are a reality show- About care’s hollow amice of rendition! Riding chariots of audacity to halt the rash- Is a

O leviathan, enter the dark cloud of death defanging fire, the mountain wants to shiver. Sand was slipping from my fists. I cannot hold the time; wet eyes will find another moon. The milk had dried up in body. A

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Hey, what is that your cold piercing gaze is searching for? After breaking my heart into pieces, what you sailed away for I hope I will find you someday, somewhere at some someplace But love is what you are, you

I look at you And don’t know why it’s getting’ cold The way you smile at me It seems like winter days The breeze of hot summer blossoms Smells like flakes of ice Now, I don’t know how to decide

Poetic misfortune, justice, and timing, at times fall flat on their faces, The beautifully cruel climate of the world, at times, Stomps on the head of logic and then turns around, Only to error on the side of tenderness, Dust

When I awake you’re on my mind . No other subject I can find. When I see you I can’t help but smile. Wanna be by your side all awhile. Weak in the knees I come through. I see it

No. She’s not simply your good and nice neighbor next door. O, it’s true that she’s caring and giving, but there’s so much more. And she overflows with peace and security, with a lot more in store. No. She’s not

Twitter is a trap, chuck it in the bin, Twitter makes me look at other peoples’ sin. It never makes me happy , always makes me sad, Tends to make me covet ,the things I never had. I’m turning off

You came as a pretty cute gift of love, That we received, looking a real ‘ WoW’ We decided you will be there on the centre table, Lest we adore you less, and that became your cradle Since then never

I remember looking at you and feeling everything. I remember looking at you and feeling nothing. I was terrified both of the times. From the moment you asked me to read you a story, I started writing ours. Do you

Women can hold up half the sky Thousand dreams rests in her eye Her heart is a fabric of emotions Where each thread is made up of love,joy and pure determination. Confidence and courage run through her veins, She is

Because of too many nightmares I’m visited by the dead those familiar persons with ordinary words with hobbies and bad habits so homy , we ride together on the horse or in the small car we fall asleep in the

You get on those farmland roads and go hammer down the essence of America freaking out the visitors and immigrants so much empty space with roads sticking into it like acupuncture on a cloud that need for speed thrilling the

Hatred has grown up to the head I don’t know where it will take Ocean is powerful than its bed All social encounters are fake Still I do believe in chances With the hope love may return I don’t know

Hello dear one, I have been a long time coming, but believe me when I tell you, “It’s worth the wait”. More about that later, but my arrival is out of my control, as I have to wait my turn.

a moonache levitates on blue lake you shot me at close range predictable encounter the whole truth had plunged between two eyes self flagellation of the waves on beach i was walking on marigolds your body becomes a flute when

Truly, this life is not worth living, the joy of death is privacy in the casket. What can mortal life render to the living other than; short-lived joy and protracted tumults in it’s basket of despair. What can out-live a

I’m all about the extremes But not in this case Don’t give me no black or white I love me a little bit of Grey I don’t really wanna have an opinion I don’t really wanna chose a path I

When I was a young man I chased them by the score. They were fast, young and lean. Conquest was my aim, seduction was the game. Procreation, I was playing with biology’s rules. I cared very little about much more.

In this endless route called life Where ‘m walking day or night Every moment – every sigh My wanderer soul, asks how and why Where is that place, where I could find thy? I searched for him in temples and

As a volcano, you erupt without notice, burning every stone down to its true state. As the third eye, you open suddenly, burning every mask down to its true face. You are not the angel who descends from heaven with

Four on the fold; Turned within: Coil and Pyramid An eye for an eye makes No world deaf No love held No life had Not a moment here Or a road in sight […] Once upon a time, when you,

I saw a mocking bird upon a tree, alone, chirping a tune the skill of imitation bore he as it sang amid the gloom. Children played in the fields adults conversed freely, but of the bird in the broken still

Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad Dad I am your guiltless and innocent unborn daughter who is anxious to step in your house will you please give birth to your daughter Will you be happy on my arrival probably

Man Penniless but manages to take girl friend for date Brainless but Advises one & all Unemployed but Pretends to be very busy Ugly looking but thinks Very handsome A girl’s smile makes Him act indispensable Egoistic & proud of

People around me have the same faces No discrimination This is the right thing- yes, But who is really who? How can we know you without knowing you- The smile behind the pain The pain behind the mind You are

It all remains just the same – The roads we measured, The shops we went to, The restaurants where we ate, The beach we enjoyed love, The buses we traveled in, The benches we sat on, The hands that you

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

The colors of the desert sand Transformed from the heat of the sun And just a few species of trees That gently sways in silent breeze Surviving from the harsh climate Of this barren and arid land I have learned

Your Betrayal need not leave a trail, It hurts to the point of sadness tears shed in the dark for you eyes shall not witness my tears your every bone shall feel my wrath like a thief in the night

If you hold me tight, I might die. Trust me and let me fly. Give me just one chance by letting me fly. You are afraid of thunder and I am afraid of not-to-fly. Don’t trap me in a cage,

Years and years pass away, And how quickly we grow we can never say . All the people we meet , They come and go . You can never imagine how life is long , It’s a journey that you