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

At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted

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

Taking me to OYSTERBAY, You entertain me every Saturday. There I saw the enchanting scenes, Grey sands with dying sunbeams. Tall poles of blue tube- lights, Beyond the vast ocean, Mirrors of water revealing their reflections. As if a glittering

An empty road…. this peaceful night…. As evening breeze, blend with street lights Though far are we, from city’s glow With only dunes and sands to show Come, be with me, my fairest one Let us walk this road, hand

It’s like breathing: At odd times you become aware – Not after jogging up seven floors Or escaping an accident With exhilaration, not regret, Those times are givens – Rather existing within a crowd In the audience before a play

I knew no gracious men in the city of my torment. They lacked knowledge, could not see I existed. I stared ahead focusing on my thoughts, memories, All I longed to accomplish. Trampled upon by them, determined, I changed my

I am in love with the infinite space that you provide. The calm found after each second anxiety ceases to exist, revealing that all will be fine. An invisible duct of constant wonder. You never cease to amaze me. Your

Friends and good books, Worth keeping always, No matter how one looks. Books offer an insight, To one’s life. Friends pick you up, Give wings to your flight. Books light the intellect, Friends too make your life perfect. With books you are

I have lost loved ones and it broke my heart, so I asked, Lord Why did they have to part. As I started to sigh with tears in my eyes, I looked to the sky and heard a voice inside.

Now we seem too alone in two capitals, but tied with finger tips on a Smartphone. We are still wandering through the memories of one capital, in which we lived before. Today the same sleepy holiday unites us with same

There is vacuum in the space Between love and hate and there is doubt in the space between truth and lie. But the plane is abnormal when You don’t trust your view. Grasp the gap, like melting lava From an

Tick tock goes the clock or does it now could just be an illusion in a world of confusion in a man-made world built on lies don’t you just wish you could disappear through a door somewhere to another world

Will I ever be your one and only, will I ever mean that much to you I know she broke your heart, tore your dreams apart, but you’re nobody’s fool You say she left you without warning, but we both

Deep blue, almost black, sadness. Being, my ache of existence. Eyes, no body in focus. A grey cloud rowing the moon amidst red stars. Bronzed tongue digs the spirit out of flesh behind the shadows. Alone me in unlived house

Dear Irma I have great respect for you as well as all who preceded and who will follow you. I have refused to take any of you for granted even though I have never experienced your presence. Even though we

This was an embryonic stimulus for a sprint. Knowledge itself has no legs. Can you run faster than thoughts? The sniper will take you in the open field. I had hoped to die in your arms. The podium was too

(with words borrowed from Cyril M Kornbluth) in molten silver beyond reckoning you watch clouds float beneath your eyelids your tongue crushes grapes until they pour gold and you forever taste the song of peacocks making melodies for the morning

Voices in my head they don’t heed to me anymore have a life of their own and me as a slave critique everything I do fight over each small detail perspectives and bitter hurt and they keep it alive keep

Drumming in the head Is a tune orchestrating As if the thoughts embodied Gulped in a quick thirst Blended in and synchronized Now Whirling in and out, spiraling A multifarious reel of amusement! Oh! In an unreal ticking of time

Life is but constant struggle Which one takes to eternal peaks It is the sound of soldiers’ bugle Which brings light to cheeks Hurdles may come to test Ego of a person to any limit Only those can prove best

My dreams know no boundaries, they brew no fear, they aren’t banished by any legalities nor are blocked by undue formalities. My dreams take me where I want, they let me play and sing a song, they are my only

Differ you may with my thinking For me it is the beautiful creation of God Lucky we should be To be within this beautiful world I waited for the sun to wake up And stand on top of the day

A gentle rush of feelings Can send shivers down the spine, With an awakening on wings of fire, In the heart and soul, Feeling specially sweet, As life is at stake. Heart sings again with a warmth Soaring so high

Mesmeric as a golden fawn, Running across a forest lush, Evident as that bright sun, Glowing then settling with a blush. Delicate as a feather of a humming bird, Calmly caressing before it flies, Curvy as a narrow path of

You are that Booker Prize For whom many coveted but I’ve got To love you madly has become Inevitable crime and truly I fear not You were and will be in demand This aching heart does well know Should I

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

what lies inside is what scares most as i am not normal i am but a ghost. withen my chest lies a burning desire burning at degrees almost not fathemable that rise to a million degrees, my chest pounds every

The space behind my lids is empty- A void that I wallow in, Till the dawn of a new day. Wrapped in my delirious loam of comfort, I tranquilly lay, Wafting in the highest of all heavens, Nothingness and escapism

Sitting in a car park Staring at the rains Musing in a car park Counting all my pains Observing the world As it passes me by Watching it go Through warm sleepy eyes Moments slip by As we leave them

Yes I have questions, and good ones at that. The kind of questions that I feel need answering to. The ones I think about each and every day.The ones I would never say. You thought you understood. When really you

Eyes do speak. It’s funny how they perceive the things around. The broken conversations heard by fully complexed ears. I believed that I’d be ok. The conclusions that eyes draw. Never making sense of the words heard. I believed it

A taste of life was what I sought Peace of mind was what I lost Biting into chunks of a juicy life Chillies got into my nose and eyes Smoking from all orifices I ran to chill my singed senses

I am a special gift when the lumens of my soul shine I am a friend indeed when my name is called with love I am a mother lion ready to pounce at the merest sense for mine…and for yours