Contemplate Poems

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Mirrors For A Resurrected Shakespeare

Mirrors For A Resurrected Shakespeare short poem

Did you see him half-nude before a mirror, bristles on a bear’s chest, his freckled hands stretching towards your chin, unshaved, colorless, talkative like pimples on your finger-tips, the purple of old blood, the gleam of grey teeth. Drink the

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Solitude

Solitude short poem

Alone amidst the crowd; they say I love my own company, that I am not a people’s person, so I guess it must be true. I like to hide away: a week, a weekend, a day; places where I’m not

Miss Fortune And The Poet

Miss Fortune And The Poet long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

My Journey

My Journey short poem

In this strange journey called Life, I want to be that lonely stranger, Traveling yonder to some strange land, Meeting some strangers on the go, Getting someone to know, Falling in love with some, Giving a part of me to

Therapy

Therapy long poem

I’m sitting over here and you’re sitting over there, I always know my “allocated” chair, I have to admit I am sceptical though, I do my best to never let it show. I cringe when I remember the things I’ve

Old Woman

Old Woman short poem

  My heart is filled with strain and sympathy This picture that I never want to see A loose feeling borne out of misery When I looked on someone as frail as she As she calmly gazed the camera lens

Glimpse Of Horrors Untold

Glimpse Of Horrors Untold elegy

Staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wall, at times, silence gets too loud! So i ask myself,”why me”? My inner self replies,”someone had to come to the hem of hell, To witness the truth and tell the

We’ve All Been Here

Weve All Been Here long poem

My get up and go has got up and gone, Today is here and yesterday’s gone, I should be grateful that I opened my eyes, I should be thanking God I’m alive. I have so many plans I must fulfil,

Lost Somewhere

Lost Somewhere short poem

Walking with a heavy heart Am I moving from future to past? Those happy colours of life Are they being discoloured by continuos strives? Those frank laughs and talks And those innocent smiles and all Have they become just a

Glow As You Row

Glow As You Row short poem

On rocks made of broken dreams; And bars of want for ore; Lies my world! I built my temple of contradictions; Camped deep in my core; Right where monks are clothed with bitterness! A place where mere coincidence isn’t given

From This End

From This End long poem

You see me you look at me you ignore me you talk about me you whisper. You put me under observation, you test me, study me, tag me, test me again- name me unname me banish me strip me tired

Tamso’ ma jyotir gamaya

Tamso ma jyotir gamaya short poem

A faint knock on the door again reminiscent of old demons old dilemmas that die hard enticing me to the unknown, once again uncharted terrain with entrapment for life trying to re-define, re-invent what all take for granted why does

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

I Just Want To Be Loved

I Just Want To Be Loved long poem

The pain I feel is so intense. When I think of love I think that the river begins to settle down as faith, strength, and courage begins to echo in the sky. Like I once heard, the love you feel

A Winter

A Winter short poem

Night before stood sentry on ice cracked edge of North Gawber pit above Willow Bank, known site for Frogbit, Whorled WaterMillfoil waters edge, and I in the dark contemplate ice in bone. Whorled Water Millfoil survives harshest icy blast, turions,

The Door

The Door short poem

I’m sitting and looking at a door A simple door, that is closed I contemplate opening the door but I don’t think I can “Stop second guessing yourself” I say I stand up and take a step towards the door

Gulf Of Mexico

Gulf Of Mexico short poem

Walking the white, white sand and watching the sunset makes me feel so sad that you’re not here with me to share what all the other lovers are sharing intimately well it leaves me feeling crazy over lonely in the

Into Cobalt Blue

Into Cobalt Blue long poem

I have no sad delusion life will end, though I’ll move on Into endogenetic, and the stillness from which we were born To lie there undisturbed, Earth Mother cradles us until she’s gone These thoughts all race across my mind,

Strangers

Strangers short poem

Would it be okay if I sat here for a while, Maybe we could contemplate together, Others may not notice but I can see your smile, Its sincerity has changed just like the weather. I know you do not know

If only I had a döppelgänger

If only I had a döppelgänger long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

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Live A Dream

Live A Dream short poem

Open that closet of wishes And rub away the wrinkles. Remove that frilled window curtain And bookmark the sunshine. Feel the warmth of the breeze And let it superimpose the coldness. Watch the dance of the sparrows And record their

The Touch

The Touch short poem

That smell brought memories that were long suppressed and locked away in the empty space where once her soul rested. The muted vacuum burst into a dark nothingness. He had forced himself into her the last time their gaze met.

Cycle

Cycle elegy

I opened my eyes upon the world My tiny fingers were tightly curled My eyes saw the brightness and quickly closed Sounds all around me filled my ears unopposed I opened my mouth and let out a cry As hands

Of Memories

Of Memories ballad

This is the tale that seldom gets told But remains as a legend to us all getting old. Its subject is rooted in seedy old bars And con-men who waved from their ill-gotten cars. So many people, their age-range diverse,

Illusions

Illusions short poem

Illusions… are so beautiful… aren’t they? so tempting… so alluring… so full of promises of happiness… Illusions built of illusions … that pull you so deep within… that at one point the self becomes an Illusion… thoughts become dreams …

Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces short poem

Love, I took care of you for a long time. And I always keep you here inside my heart. I’m your knight, your shining armor amidst deadly arrows that fall down from the sky… But why all of a sudden

Virtue

Virtue short poem

Simple light I assume, I needed nothing more, nothing less: as I felt tired under the battered shade of a tamarind tree. Sour sweet pulp, sticky and acidic life had held me by throat; and I sang like a blue

Diamonds

Diamonds short poem

Glass and steel twinkle in the sunlight against a late summer sky of blue Like diamonds in the sky The morning air is crisp and clean, sweeping over a field of gold covered in dew Glistening in the sun Like

Why Do You Work?

Why Do You Work? short poem

What is the reason why you work? “Because I have to”, did I guess your thought? I just can’t understand idea Of why we work in such a sphere Where we don’t use our heart and soul. Instead, we tend

A Sip of Life

A Sip of Life short poem

Why do we perceive life the way we do? As if a journey loaded with obstacles, As if a mystery impossible to construe, As if souls stranded with brutal girdles! Failing to realize it’s not as complex as it seems,

Suicide Train

Suicide Train long poem

Time provides what the heartbeat hides; measurement and release for its subjects. Time provides us with existence, a temporary installation of measured quantities encapsulated by one quantum. Time will provide insistence of a contract between living things, a state of

Pale Blue Eyes

Pale Blue Eyes prose poem

If I possessed the howling wind and the haunted rain that falls from the lonely gypsy skies, I forsake them all to lose myself in the vacuum of your pale blue eyes. Your pale blue eyes where the western wind

Can I Dare To Dream Again

Can I Dare To Dream Again short poem

Can I dare to dream again of happy moments left afar those moonlit nights those wonderful days, of unseen, unknown love coming my way Those dreams we Shared each little fear we dared Only to be washed away by just

Writing Poetry

Writing Poetry short poem

He said it was not easy, Not that easy, writing poetry. But I didn’t think so. (Yeah! I thought of it though.) I sent him my blueprint, He laughed and laughed… It’s not that easy, you see Your’s all wilderness.

I Dream

I Dream short poem

Sleep peacefully in the lap of mother nature, Breathe fresh air and walk carefree, Hear the sound of leaves beneath my feet, Feel the raindrops on my face – And smell the wet earth, Fly with the birds, spread my

Date Rape Drug

Date Rape Drug prose poem

When you go out somewhere You take much care to be fair But more than that you have to be aware About a new way of mare That is “DATE RAPE DRUG’’ This can be mixed up with your drink

Mysterious Glitter In Your Eyes !

Mysterious Glitter In Your Eyes ! long poem

Captivating eyes, yes eyes, those eyes, I gazed at èm, heard sound of drum, The day I was right in the front, was that just a hunt? First look, deep inside them, left me numb, Wonder why those mesmerising eyes

Fallen

Fallen short poem

There is this smile again, The curve I never thought I would gain. This feeling of being thrown off a cliff, Worth taking the risk. There is this pain again, Trying to make you happy but in vain. This feeling

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

I Am A Woman

I Am A Woman short poem

I am a Woman, …born from the ribs of a ‘Man’; I am a Woman, They say…I am Honor of the ‘Clan’. I am Equal of a ‘Man’, Very early this Comparison ‘began’… God made me beautiful…so I can ‘rejoice’…