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”You live in a queer world of dreams, Mr. Ahmed Turning odd imaginations to mere fancy words Bejeweled by baffling metaphors and similes That one mightn’t get the hang of with ease Why don’t you eschew the pesky rhyme rule,
I was floating in ethereal sphere When I met my Shakespeare dear, He saw my downcast aspect And said with all respect; “What ails thee, my dear? Thy countenance showeth deep fear, Unburden thy heart to me That I may
This was my book of pain with no ending. Life had two meanings- Anticipation of today, and fear of tomorrow. Time was running out like sand from fists, mists were rising, commentaries on setting sun had begun. Mind was calculating,
In this world of possession, Where, criticism creates frustration. Sufferings and pain have easy flow, Negativity and jealousy are in full glow. Where emptiness is all around, Pessimism can easily be found. Intolerance growing day by day, Depression is like
Something to believe is miles away Searching for reason,one reason,desperately, to give up; Hope I can pretend I am dreaming Tough whirling pain inside, want it to die; Days turned out cloudy and foggy Not a moment to live in..
I was always overwhelmed at the thought of learning yoga….. Not that there is a possibility of me becoming a yogi, Or snub all mundane things I love, and brag! The sight of people in tights and and tops, the
The moon was coming up in cross-dressing style from he to she. Smoking in pensive mood; itching to be ready for last farewell. The evil makes you feel good, to prove the unrestricted love between the two. A slight criticism
I walked beside her on the breezy beach, the waves came in a perfect rythm and steadily subsided below our feet. Her black curls fluttered in the serene winds, probing her to tuck them behind her modest ears. She held
Our hearts have this huge corner Deep deep inside Vulnerable to the slightest hurts To every criticism, negativity or slight We build walls around it Of cynicism and pride It was tender long ago Now we cover it and hide
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
NEGATIVE STREAKS Self glorification is trying to impress one self Putting down others is to cover ones short comings praising an incompetent is to seek favour Covering up ones own mistake is the step in wrong direction Over looking the
Can anybody say Who is he or she? Son or daughter of someone, Brother or sister of someone, Friend or enemy of someone, Spouse of someone, Father or mother of someone, Servant or master of someone. Is it the real
Mind is a very tricky customer Sometimes it is in Ecstasy for no reasons Sometimes it is somber in spite of good reasons Mood changes according to desires Mood is pleasant when complimented Mood is murky when criticised None wants
I used to have an organ beating, In my chest, rhythmic repeating The self same tunes for eternity; It resides now no longer with me. “Thief, where have you taken it? Even love hath forsaken it, Though the blood within
And you, Cinna, asked me ‘Write the best poem ever written’ You, who died burnt and beaten As no strength poet, for poets find Strength when Muse kisses their mind, And let them spread message of the strongest kind May
Laughter springs delight Soar with twinkling eyes Carefree in belly rattling frenzy Each dimple feigning innocence To collapse in deep crevice joy Bathing in warmth its Echoed resonance tireless Soothing my furrowed brow Dug out in times of trouble Mined
Dewdrops fall on to my window on a bright morning, bringing the memories of you, the days we had, the many sunlit days, the time we spent together, leaving a small tear of happiness behind, which is the memory I
As soon as upon the east, the Sun appeared The darkness out of fear slowly disappeared The Sun immediately commenced the invasion To conquer the skies and complete the mission Annihilating the stars which were apart The sun added each
Its a different kind of heartache Where tears dont flow, Its a different kind of pain Which people dont choose to show, Its the thing which people dont understand Untill they stand at our place. They keep judging us Without
You waited too much about thirty years before you can say jack robinson otherwise life like a water under the desert always played tricks on you, pushed you hunchbacked inside caverns where everything drips and leaves a small hole everything
Your words have become harsher these days Unrealistic, cruel and unnatural Still I’m surprised at their inability to shock me Or to affect me any further Not that I have become immune to it But, I think, rationalism is the
I get these weird reading pangs, as Monday afternoon awkwardly hangs. Kafka’s letter to his dad Morrison makes me ‘oh so sad’ Amitav Ghosh and his brain stirring images “Poetry undergoing new-lingo damages” Four gulps of water and a (micro)soft
I come from a country called India The women here are known for the Bindiya Here there’s lot do with name Khan And the yummy banarasi Paan the land of Bollywood where rice is the staple food Ever increasing rate
So I’m a couple months clean. Is this all it really means? Suffocating with these urges. Seeing things I’ve never seen. People start to care. Some just like to stare. I used to be invisible. Thought it wasn’t fair. “Hey,
Two stars partially shrouded with clouds, Standing in the terrace to behold the glimmering horizon, That was Sikkim. Days after the torrential rain, And death People’s bodies were beneath the debris, And trees Be it heat or frigid, poorer dies.
In tottering penetration of blue summer you become silent game. I accept my defeat from stones falling on intellect. Carbon fear of rosewood was rising to reintegrate illicit love of twilight. Testing the waters, before a swim in prophecies I
We live in a Society driven by Fear, Anger, and Greed. Fear of the unknown lurking among us. Fear of others’ distrust. Fear of what lies in our demise. Anger in our eyes for the person who leads us astray.
My father’s hands big as thirteen inch radials knuckles thick like good tread cover more miles than the road we’re on driving south to Shiloh, south to his hometown I’m along to steer free of ditches roadside stands slapped shut
From hereness to thereness a heat flows- in the height of fears. A timeless need to map out the pain of earth, floating on clouds. Lemon grass cuts the swan lake. There was a devil in water, hiding under the
The deceased has 2 cusps of lid Not quite drawn down over the eyes – I wonder if they are peering askant Into the afterlife! Pale rouge belies The flaccid cheeks; pertinaciously hid The 90+ years he once was ambulant
Energy falls down It fills the town It becomes matter One kind and another Some of us are aware Others don’t care We are flesh and bones We are matter like stones Some of us are kings And queens wearing