Durga Poems

They were fated to face that minor road mishap The vehicle got tripped due to use of sudden brake It was August 1997, when my parents traveled by that cab Ignoring evil Oman earlier, my father left home without shake

At the END OF THIS AUTUMN, I am standing Under a barren tree, bleak and exposed TO weather with shedding leaves, There rests a house away from the barn, Decorated with vivid colours of rainbow And maintained by careful hearts

She’s our little-fairy-queen For whom we did pine. A wail thro’ her lips Brings us flocking to her crib. To assuage that helpless gaze, On that sweet innocent face. A smile breaks her wail On a familiar face to hail.

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Reveries are broken I wake up in despair Bombs blast human bodies Indiscriminately Human flesh—-of a child; a mother; a father who knows? Who cares? The issue is of attracting attention In the name of a religion To establish the

Mask is a object worn on face People use ‘coz they want themselves to be efface Mask is used for protection and disguise It usually give mortals a surprise A masked face is what people see And it is who

T’was a dream inside a dream inside the mind of a lunatic Incongruous visions swirled about mirrored walls Mixing and blending all colored soft matter folded together Resulting in a nightmare only the insane would enjoy Taste and scent are

Kiev in the shadow of early spring Winds off the lake lands and Reinvented again… Something of a new dream, new And improved like magic with The waves of a hand just like Tribal spirits breathing the Breathe of new

Stop! O, Way-seeking Farer! Here lies interred In total idleness life conferred By space and time; dreams by God deferred! God’s holy fool I am, I knew not how to pave Joys of dreams I crave but gave All of

Heated argument insults flying, blaming denying openly crying, perfectly constructed a natural born lair you are! Knowing just how to twist that knife this tale has become your life with shutters you walk with rehearsals you talk unjustified lies you

Mysterious is he, the person Even with his body temperature soaring and his whole body shivering and his head revolving he hasn’t stopped showering the soothing romantic wording to his dream girl-cum-wife , par enchanting all the while heaping the

Heart filled with hate Blood cold as a winter night Forgotten by Jesus Raped by a demon Innocence was stolen At a young age, Eyes are swollen How can I forgive? I pray but my sins are too great To

Atop our heads, we place a special hat, We pull it off and that’s where verse is found. We look to Sklyark’s flight if we fall flat, Then link our words to pictures that resound. The muses visit us and

Knowing you was not difficult; Coming closer to your heart Was tough, but overcoming My nervousness made it easy Just like a deep breath To calm a tempest within. Unknowing you is impossible; More so when you are around, Resisting

“I love you like a grand poem.” Like a poem that reflects the beauty of night In the arms of a sleeping lover Through his content breath Into the sweet scent of satisfaction “I Love you like a grand poem.”

Heaps of vehicles huddled together on the road Like a swarm of flies sitting on Jaggery to taste it People inside the vehicles are drenched in profused sweat Like frozen milk pockets as they are out of the Fridge. A

It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing

Frees me Binds me Eludes me Finds me Makes me glad Makes me mad Makes me good Makes me bad Entices me Enraptures me Enthrals me Captures me Makes me fly Makes me sigh Makes me laugh Makes me cry

Sweet blooms dance across the screen Collage credits snipped from a magazine Marching bears play the liberty bell Thy tempestuous stomping foot sends them all to hell Bouncing maids on barnet fair Gods and angles grace the air A Cardinal

Tear these eyes out of these tired circle of bones, make them see beauty hidden beneath the frailness of lost perfection. The doom so seductively draped in velvet only to offer to the life dance. What I chose is whispered

Divinity isn’t bestowed no one interviews you for that job insanity is a big part of the benefits package once you’ve actually experienced Truth you cease if an animal became human – evolution in action – what does a human

One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find

Emptiness is there Within the space Wherever you are Whatever your race Balance and harmony Within each other Cosmic ceremony Forever and ever Our own selves depend On our own thoughts Free it, your mind From unbalanced notes A healthy

To shed a layer of selfishness, watching it fall to the ground beneath me in flakes that wail as I brush them aside and step away from myself. To bathe in sweetness, indulging through every pore with chocolate and chemicals

Swimming often in the deep, My beath held with kicking feet, Exploring the endless ocean, I, Squint and close my eyes, Feeling the burn of oxygen absent, Take in the pain and dive, Deeper down with intent, The waves sway

Teddy Bear’s Picnic From out of the mist high in the alpine, a massive mother black bear leading three magnificent cubs. Mother’s coat has a glistening golden hue, rippling as she ambles out across a variegated moss carpeted meadow.With three

To know a girl who loved you once too Every part of my being devoted to you A look would make me feel so true Like two birds that couldn’t help but sing in tune Flowers in the sunshine after

To render oil from a snake you first must find a snake buying one from a store is no good to have one place in your hands is no good these frauds illegitimize the oil it can be tasted and

To the spiritually motivated And the highly educated Da Vinci code breakers CSI couch potatoes Murder she wrote Chance takers These rhymes between these lines May be not sophisticated An abuse of poetic freedom This pensome content speculated An artistic

I’ll build an island. Away from the home where I was born. Away from the seas and oceans. Far to the galactic ridges of confer. Houses made up of lively lives. Where love is not lust But lust makes you

Day of holding figure, To the day of touching their feet Not has changed Yesterday they taught us how to walk Today they taught us how to talk From the day of pampers To the day of manners From bringing

Ciao Lecce, dolce Lecce Pink flowers cascade down from baroque rooftops past the watchful eyes of permanent guards Sunny streets the home of artists capturing the beauty to be carried home At the city center a pole surrounded by locks

Puberty A time of confusion It feels like a delusion With no coordination No organisation Puberty A time to love and hate You grow at an alarming rate Many need someone to help motivate Others are a little bit late

Well, at entrances of all cities, there sits a monster as huge as a puzzle. He asks; travelers still give the wrong answers before being devoured. There comes a man with two legs, two hands, two eyes, two ears, a

As age catches on, Wrinkles appear, Beauty fades, But eyes still twinkle. Soul lights up, The most crinkled one, With an intense eye, Deeper than most. A chain of memories, Of all seasons, Brighten up the days, In the sunset

When you first began life’s marathon, were you courageous from the start? When you stood there at the starting line, were you committed head and heart? Must you believe you’ll achieve your goals, from the moment you begin? Must you

Broken,shattered and lost with loneliness deep in my roots I don’t wish for any spring because I am tired of humans. the people who were my blood, my friends have changed with time like weather and I am unable to

Dark clouds fill the sky– ashen wind brings empty rain to my roof. My fingers lie calm! her fragrance floats into nothingness….., The woodpecker takes me deep to the forest, her past year breeze echoes gently in hills, And, like

Difficult it was To look into her eyes Without getting mine moist. Certainly messy, a refuge in dark glares While bidding adieu. And eyes won’t lie, you know? Eyes, they conceal an ocean Yet, just won’t stay quiet when we

Writing is a great tool for peace, both inner and outer the rumbles and riots around us keep us locked up in our chains The freeing power of writing gets us in an unusual mood reminding us of loving relationships