Companions Poems

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My Companions

My Companions short poem

Vast oceans, deep blue sky.. Wind around this universe… Makes you breath… To feel love, care and material… Whenever, I walk alone, I never thought to be alone… Because my surrounding never make me feel like that.. To choose, A

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Forgotten Heartbeats

Forgotten Heartbeats short poem

Winged companions tweet, The most beautiful melody, Of the song in my soul, In the twilight magical hour. Unnoticed and always present, Like a gentle heartbeat, A fragile throb of life, That is beyond my realm. With tiny flapping wings,

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An Innocent Prisoner’s Life

An Innocent Prisoners Life short poem

An innocent prisoner in the cage, Waits for his age to pass, He writes something on a page, I think those are count of the days, Which he is spending in the cage, When the sun begins to set, He

Am I…

Am I... short poem

Am I tired of this life, Or of words that are as lethal as knife. Am I tired of being used, Or upset with emphatic abuse. Am I tired of being strong, Or disgusted with the blames of wrong. Am

And We Stare..

And We Stare.. prose poem

I was painting my dreams red and blue on the floor with the crayons, Confidently humming to myself composed tune That’s when a formless form sat beside me It stared at me, I stared it back, and we stared each

Walking On The Road Ahead

Walking On The Road Ahead prose poem

They call it On to the quest of mysterious life; I have unlocked many treasures. Each one has its own story, Each one has its own say. Some gave me pleasures immense; Others chased the journey of woods intense. They

Spring Is Back…

Spring Is Back... ode

In the dale of despondency, Lost hopes finding themselves, With the first rays of yellowish sun, Life is taking a new turn, Baby bird is ready to fly, Singing his first song in the sky, After a long time I

Tears Unstopped

Tears Unstopped prose poem

One it was though companions around yet No communications , due to its conceit may be, Nay because of being realization of enchantment of what it possessed, Possibly because seclusion it liked, The other day morning breeze as usual gently

Elegy In Architecture

Elegy In Architecture elegy

Like a picture postcard from a city, A city frozen in another time. Living its own distorted reality, On the mantel piece of the sky line. The old building – a marooned ark, Amidst that ocean of newness. Currents that

Solitude

Solitude long poem

The destination of life is same for all, Just the path gets contrasting as we crawl, A few reach the destination with comfort, And most reach it with a lot of tiring effort, In the end heads are high for

The Odyssey Of Hill Woman

The Odyssey Of Hill Woman prose poem

For ages, her life has been A journey of endless strife Most of the times unrecognised Generation after generation Beautiful as a part of nature itself In whose lap she is born and brought up She grows up to attain

Nightfall

Nightfall long poem

The dark velvet blanket begins its descent Sprinkled with stars gleaming like diamonds on display, Shadows cast their images over mountains that surround me, Like hugs ancient warriors they stand guarding me like a king; And I feel loved. I

I.d.i.o.t

I.d.i.o.t short poem

A wise man said, “don’t follow the money, Let the money follow you”, So I followed the latter, Wondered half the world thinking, I am flowing with the thoughts of the restless heart, Made friends, relations and emotions, Yet, I

Said No One

Said No One short poem

I hear by declare I shall not fell, I hear by declare I shall not crack or succumb to the utter temptation that “I need help”, I hear by illuminate every dark thought by living in my unproclaimed fantasy. I

The Void So Deep!

The Void So Deep! long poem

“The voice that sings your name is sweeter than the midnight sleep, or the sweetest melody; The mind that drives me to you is dearer than the intellect that is deep; The sweetest melody will turn less sweet, Deep introspection

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Love’s Brief Hour

Loves Brief Hour short poem

In love’s brief hour, A new joy is born, quite uncommon, Spelling rhythms of stepping affair coming up. Half drawn eyes glowing, full of fineries, Giving gentle knocks in hesitating heart. It is the glorious hour, being in passion fever,

Moving On

Moving On short poem

We are here. Of that there seems little doubt. Why, or how there seems much doubt. Some say it’s due to the divine. That, to me seems like a punt. Humans have always used gods/god to explain the unexplainable. Gods

Homecoming

Homecoming short poem

The yellow beaked vultures were waiting. A cloth bag contains the bleached remains; his father. Impeccable gift unmasked. After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives the dispossession, pondering over the black dew now covering the pink roses. The

Schizophrenia Night (v2)

Schizophrenia Night (v2) long poem

Introduction: John Nash has suffered most of his life with severe paranoid schizophrenia and has gone on to be a celebrated American mathematician whose works in game theory, and differential geometry are appreciated around the world. The movie A Beautiful

University Of Life

University Of Life prose poem

You’re a scholar, I’m a scholar, and everyone’s a scholar! Similar uniform, “Different coloured tie around the collar” Giant classroom, lessons and tests, “We’re always learning” So many tutorials we attend, “It can be very concerning?” People are busy and

Cinderella

Cinderella short poem

Sometimes we give everything and ask for nothing And people only take advantage of all our giving Yet never stop to say thank you or I love you And ask for more and more with no further or due But

Say Yes

Say Yes short poem

they always engross to bury you and you are digging that your true face rise up with no any word of complain until something miraculous happen with you so you kept mum and like Sisyphus you may grow up or

War Or Homicide?

War Or Homicide? short poem

Why? we kill, without mercy or regret yet we are still somehow human with every strike of the blade, every pull of the trigger every scream uttered every drop of blood spilled soldiers thought of as heroes but nothing more

Pen

Pen short poem

Sometimes I would think what life be without ink how to express the sorrow or how to say there is a better tomorrow how will we say worry not I am there or do not give up I am here

Who Cares

Who Cares long poem

You look at me like I give a damn, I’m so sorry to disappoint, I think you forget just who I am, Quite frankly I don’t see the point. Why can’t you see I really don’t care, If you stay

Death

Death short poem

On a cool evening, With sun shining, And wind breezing, Waves in the sea rising, I was alone walking Along the beach improvising the thoughts of simple living And high thinking. I saw a woman and child passing chatting with

That You And I Existed

That You And I Existed prose poem

Looking at the starry sky on this new moon night Standing on this endless field of grass Everything else but one seems important, That you and I existed together, ever so entangled, For however brief a while on the timeline

The Case With Some Indian Men

The Case With Some Indian Men prose poem

The way rapists minds have taken shape- A girl is to blame for her own rape, To these animals so lecherous What are we girls-strictly diurnal creatures? Rapists say,“Girls can’t step out at night, A girl attacked should quietly allow

Deep Caverns

Deep Caverns short poem

In the deep dark caverns of my mind I go to visit all the time. I often slip and fall in some treacherous pit But up I get and down I sit To regroup and, revise my plan I contemplate

Out of my layer

Out of my layer short poem

The feelings of despair Around our air, everywhere. Calling out for help, Comes a time for rain… The silver lining shines, And things begin to rhyme! Those clouds of despair, That worry in the air, Those greys in the hair.

Existence

Existence short poem

A toddler unrobes the secret of death. Modifies the circadian rhythm of honeybees, opens the daisy clock. Cage of tears. The virus had the acrid odour of sulphide. Decay. It never happened before. Spring was helpless. Primrose forgot to secrete

Silently Sobbing

Silently Sobbing short poem

Sobbing silently You had slipped away I needed you now Sadness grew My heart is empty With a perfect smile A mask to the world I close the door Hoping it won’t leave a trace The ghost of the past

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Life alone is a desolate reign, feel no remorse, no fear, no pain. Dark lonely days and endless nights with no chance of living, or more pointless fights. My reasons, pure and simple. A growing need with mouths to feed;

Motive

Motive short poem

My aim was not to visit, Any house or human. My motive was not to flirt; My objective was to win. I always remember this; When I start. My aim was to locate love; Inside of hearts. When love is

Chaos

Chaos short poem

They walk amongst the bone and the flesh and the screams unheard, those eyes that watch their home burnt, What is this chaos and what is this pain? Where is this land where death and agony prevails? Are we born

Reminiscences

Reminiscences short poem

The sludge overtakes the sane euphoria.A barefoot caravan of cloud becomes edgy. The hills have gone green. The cascading falls tend to mount on the scattered stones. Suddenly I go berserk and start hitting the stars moon by moon, when

The World As You See

The World As You See long poem

I Am Just a guy who lives in his fantasy World.. Surrounded by the Stars and Guided by the Sun.. The Winds that call me crazy and ask me to run.. The Rain that Puddles and nudges me to Sing..

I Don’t Know Why

I Dont Know Why long poem

I already know Me and you, together we belong But if you want to let the others know About the rise and the fall About drunk night beatings because of telephone calls Of emotions and emptiness Yes my mind is

I Love This Lovely Pain

I Love This Lovely Pain short poem

Years have passed, And days are going on. I am still standing alone, Making myself firm as stone. Engraved in me deep desire, My heart knows it will ever acquire. It knows you’ll never come, But you have my life

Midnight

Midnight short poem

Through the frosted glass windows The bright streetlight … …sweeps into my room ..in a diffused spray!!! A night lorry lumbers up the lane Chugging its engines In full throttle… Rattling the room …. shattering the silence of night!! silence

Fall

Fall short poem

he never used a typewriter yet the tendons in his wrist twitched like metal typebars, fleet, oily, tapping awful messages when he was supposed to be at rest – his eyelids answered as if scanning for answers those desolate webpages