Diwali Poems

DEEPAVALI( a festival of light) Brace towards the D-day Deepavali is on the Way Get ready to blast away varieties of crackers all the way Take care to shy away from crackers which burst away Lit Eye catching flower pots

Dear readers, Reader’s Digests denote That readers read and clearly emote Their feelings out and try to devote Their money and time for this rowboat. The mind that reads it will surely vote Their success that is sure to roam

She came in pieces In the flitting moments Flying at the speed of mind Leaving a ruffled heart A purpose she gave A path she carved A journey to trek To find her yonder She appeared like the mayamrug Of

Your eyes Are bluer than the skies Of summer. They shine more brightly Than heavenly stars that sparkle nightly. No finer line Could ever define A shape more perfect in design. One look and I’m enraptured – Captured! They have

“Sometimes your worst self is your best self The moonlight divides the shadows. The essence of a black rose. Butterflies flutter by through the air. Unaware they are there without a care. I grab thee adorable like a snuggle bear.

I am stuck to you in body and soul A thought, a gesture, a smile, a mole Rewind your days and count me again I sum up more than your restless pain You search yourself in my form To confide,

A short poem wondering on the aspects of fame. A rock-star husband leaves childhood sweetheart, his wife, during his heydays, only to find that destiny often misleads, when things have to go wrong. Those loving, beautiful eyes of yours.. Oh,

The worn out longing rests in me Blooming a thought sluggishly Of times when you unwrapped within Your touch melting my transparent skin A heavy block of pain in throat Zillion words thought and wrote Your being was my poem

Soaring above, around the clouds, I feel surrounded by thought bubbles. Such a fascinating sight, My imagination takes flight. Few trying to race, While the pretty ones just laze. From up above, a frilly floor, From below, heavenly ceiling decor.

I know that miles and distance, Do not matter; But who is going to explain it to the heart? He was soldier, And she was his other half. All she did was walk down the aisle that day, Not knowing

The storm has settled, the rush is dead. After everything that could have been, Flows pain, bloodred. Emptiness rises, The tree shakes no more, whirling tears, beaten down without a sore. The foundation burns, as the heart laid bare. What

Transitory Love I will kiss your bruises to give you solace I will love you but like a real sincere lover I will take you on just from place to place I assure you you will be under love cover

I move mechanically on concrete roads Puzzled surrounding, locked in codes Straight faces, scanning smoke Lifeless existence, a solemn joke. Just then something knocks my brain A figure holding umbrella, when there’s no rain Peace struck shape, no layers of

A lovely feeling, surprisingly drenched in passion, an emotion that’s fleeting, but stronger each time, spilling from my soul, with ink on paper. I wonder at my own predicament, in a fearless emotion, that isn’t tangible, the sculptures of a

Born today on unknown earth I wrapped you up as my own I take you on my lap as precious You’re ignorant child for me You’re God’s gift for me How to make you a woman I think How to

It seems like rain is thinking something. Everything will be washed away, But will open a new day. Every bit of sadness will flow away, So let’s go. We will find heaven somewhere, Let’s walk on the god’s way. At

A mob rapes a moon under the blue sky. Then parades her half-naked body on the streets of clouds. Arousal of anger devours the mate in a nocturnal rendezvous with a sea horse; cuts off the head to shake out

Butterfly as a whisper comes around for a little child happiness is found, he sees a colorful art of life. She stays near the child not afraid of being burnt by the desire. Is it a candle or a child?

As the darkness descends, We find, Ourselves failing. Reminiscence Always reminds Of days , Long gone, Of cataclysms, Barely survived. This tale of Our doom Swears, We never relinquished, Yet this conte Foretells the promises, Of woes Yet unseen. These

A fairy came to me, I was pleased to see, She doesn’t lack fame, You know her name, She has a beautiful face, With a lot of grace, Her wings are weak, She glided from the peak, She said to

The flag unfurled, and from within, fresh rose petals Jauntily floated down like gently melting snow flakes. Soon, even the smell of freedom dissipated, losing its Way into the winding lanes and by lanes of our lives. Tell me, which

rapture by the daily musical affairs of life in strides of flashes and bittersweet escapades with females that left in trials of bruises and bashes of the ego and the mind. I’m trying to capture the brilliance that is the

Although tomorrow isn’t promised. Today was once tomorrow; Becoming yesterday. A depth often taken for granted. Consider waking up one of the most beautiful of arrangements. Perfectly gift wrapped and opened each time we blink. Eyes coming to full bloom

I know your pain is real……and now I hope you see Just how you made me feel When you were always hurting me Who cares that you’re crying, who cares that you’re blue I’m Larry Jenkins……I can do that to

Thou knowest my heart belongs to thee , That thine eyes should always see , Sleep in peace oh my love melt away in sweet dreamy land , like floating daisy in a pond , May thy vision be of

Precious pearls are thy teardrops Whose price exceeds to infinity. A weapon as mighty as a sword That can be your greatest defense till eternity. When salty water run down our cheeks The anger in us vanishes, A way to

I have a friend want’s sup She’s tiny petite and dumb Who was interested to blab her brain sizes a thumb I don’t know what her problem is I just don’t care about her She should pack up about this

Happy is a smile that makes the sun shine makes the air feel as crisp as the morning shine. Happy is being able to call you friend, and that no one else can comprehend. Smile a Smile and never pretend,

I am in the margin! I am like her, she is like me But I feel, I am unlike her I speak well, she too speaks well But I feel, I am not audible I write pages, she too writes

Fetch your hoe and I will, my own Without delay, to the field let us go. Of water and food, here is the basket Not on the patches ahead can we sit But on what we cleared shall we rest

How will you carry the mount of tears in the vally of temples? Kites flowing in sky of beings-egos-denials and repeals. Smiling at pain I unspeak to a keeper of cage, under the shadow of golden roses, walking with blue

Through the window, I see the bare trees. I hold hands of family members—not my Family—of which they are unaware. Truly. Sadly. We celebrate with champagne And shrimp cocktail. Their warm welcome Chills my bones. With each sip Of champagne,

The man he stands in burning ashes, A volcano flows into the sea it masses. The world will drown tsunami trashes, A black day dawns, for 20’000 years it passes. No life on earth except cockroaches, A symbol foretold by

It’s nice in here, warm and cozy And dark and oh-so-quiet Except for the strange ‘thump-thump’ And the occasional words of love. I’ve heard mama talking to me Telling me of the world out there She talks about squirrels and

Whoa oh baby ain’t I still your #1 Man do I still make you feel safe and warm when you are in my arms, do I still turn you on every time we touch, ain’t I still the one and

Happy and merry days flew fast like a jet,leaving me wondering was it all a day dream that happened Why am I not able to forget the past Knowing very well the bygone days can never return how come I

Grim, forbidding a streetfull of patients First we must distract them – that is the role Of the dance – our worn shoes and shopping carts Are ideal for the purpose, pure percussion Rolling rhythm we dance on a river

I awaken with thoughts of how much “I adore you”. A soft kiss I place upon your lips, a gentle touch and pat on your hip. The first thing I say is “I love you” and move closer unto you.

Within quadrants.. within transects… they divided the sky, they combed cirrus clouds, squeezed ripe cumulus dry. Within zones… within layers… they divided the sea, they netted frail salps, calculated densities in degrees. Within hypothesis within theories they divided the stars,

Ceremonial Rituals in Hindu Religion smacks the logic Daughters and Sons though born in the same womb are differentiated Son’s carry the paternal ancestral legacy while Daughters are abandoned midway to assume In laws legacy Sons may not look after