Exposed Poems

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Why

Why short poem

as we remember now so many things could’ve been said the mind wrecking part trying not to regret.. I reach out you your face taunting dreams my heart has fainted yet my head still screams once i was a fire

A False Person

False people will always try to exploit you when the odds are against you Dissimulating the blame with stupid excuses and lies too They constantly try to turn the situation around on you But fortunately what goes around comes around

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Who Is Eve?

Who Is Eve? short poem

She is that girl you always meet, As you walk down a busy street; That office girl across the hall, Or someone’s partner at a ball; That dearest love now in your arms, Or song diva with haughty charms, Covered

All My Own Work

All My Own Work short poem

I never know my children, once delivered they’re yours. Nurture and protect them, absolve them of all flaws. I am just a donor, casting seeds upon the leaves. Your perception filters any growers from the weeds. I present these gifts

An Ode to My Mother

An Ode to My Mother short poem

As I sit across and gaze into those beautiful eyes, Its all so pure, no pretense without any guise. A faithful alliance I see, A dedication that never deserted me. An individual who loved without reasons, A person who did

The Tadpoles Didn’t See

The Tadpoles Didn’t See prose poem

The surface rippled, Three pairs of feet plopped in And the tadpoles scurried To hide in caverns. Sighs of relief Brushed over the tiny rock pool As cool water Soothed sore feet. The tadpoles gambolled again, Silence drawing them out;

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception

A Misfit In Love With Miss Misconception prose poem

Like every morning, he has just returned from his office and is right in-front of one of his roommate and so called friend’s lappy’; Going through all previous messages sent by her on Facebook. No doubt, his life has been

The Withering

The Withering elegy

Dried up, shrivelled, exposed, weather-beaten, This wasting away of the body afflicts with decay The hey-ho day of the day-to-day. Friends desert us quite, And no quenching ever pleases. What was is rubbed away, like stains that dry Wither, languish,

Literary Affair

Literary Affair short poem

Rows and rows of books wearing pressed monogrammed jackets aligned at attention upon the shelves edges stained lightly by time. To wring out one more droplet of thought from drying script These aging eyes thirst to caress sweet ebony lines

Self Medication

Self Medication prose poem

Pharmacist’s pantry or landlord’s larder, choices aplenty for a mind so disposed. Maximum dosage to test the boundaries, roulette wheel silently spinning. Senses slither away like an exposed serpent, seeking the shapelessness of the shadows. The comforting numbness of certain

The Toasted Man

The Toasted Man prose poem

10 am Saturday His legs take turns,  propelling him through clouded crystalline barriers, Inky black thoughts clasped in his left hand. The toasted man takes his place among the Meager masses on his chafing pleather throne 240 seconds, a cup

Why I Don’t Drive

Why I Dont Drive long poem

If there had been a wizened gypsy I’d crossed who’d laid down a curse upon me or revealed I would die while driving a car it would make more sense, this milky inner weakness I feel when I consider getting

Sharing A Love Story

Sharing A Love Story short poem

When you knock on my doors with aurora of a dawn, I know you have come with the rosy showers, When you knock on my doors with aurora of dusk, I know you have come with sweet white flowers, My

The Pressing

The Pressing prose poem

“HMS Trincomalee, British Man-O-War, sixty guns, one hundred gross tons was she, The Purser and Pressman am I, managing a pressgang in strict service of country and King. Her ships bell marking time; bosun pipes: Captain arrives! She’ll turn with

Tears

Tears elegy

Tears, the salt of our soul, overflow Between life and death, recalling sweet Memories and dreams of the past, Flushing out from eyes, cleaning dejection And depression, to rejoice fulfillment, With battles, hazards and agony we had. Recalled my old

Smiling Lady

Smiling Lady short poem

She is smiling at me, like a blossoming Rose, has set my desire for her to the skies But I am unable to make out whether she is in Love with me She walked past me like a cool breeze

Epic Zone

Morning came and dreams walked out, A savage life was knocking my door With harsh iron hands holding an unpalatable casket Loading grey flowers of troubles having colorful multitudes Immaterial my blinking desire, my aversion and perturb It ran in

Bygone Days

Bygone Days sonnet poems

As I was reliving the past in stillness of the night, Broken vows and promises held my eyes tight. Of the familiar ones did I see, Some are lost in the flowing sea. Parted roads did we take, Lonely souls

Whither Do We Go?

Whither Do We Go? short poem

Silhouettes more real than bodies degenerating into the dungeons of secrecy talking with mustaches seeing with fingers ignorant of colors refugees in their own land bereft of fun stars peep out during the day time to see the tangled twigs

नामुमकिन

नामुमकिन ghazal

जांबाज़ तुम्हें मिल जाएगा लेकिन मेरे जैसा नामुमकिन सूरज के बराबर हो जाये हर ख़ाक का ज़र्रा नामुमकिन जो अपने घरों में रहते हैं उन पर तो ये दुनिया तंग नहीं बेघर को कहीं भी आलम में मिल जाये ठिकाना

Alone In Eden

Alone In Eden prose poem

Though I had an amazing and awesome father , and my husband was a most remarkable man, still, I felt alone. Alone is not a good place to be. Nevertheless, alone is the place I found myself. That is, until

Climax Of The Ocean Tides

Climax Of The Ocean Tides short poem

It reminds me of the tides, either at dawn or high noon. Or on the 14th day of the lunar cycle of the moon. It reminds me of the incoming waves, that the tides wash ashore. Or the beating ripples

Heroes of our Land

Heroes of our Land long poem

I saw a man on the roof of the house, The roof was on the ground, Its walls were debris on the floors. I saw him bleeding ridiculously, Breathing for the least help he could get. But that help was

Resolutions

Resolutions prose poem

Repentance of things past and presence, and anticipated misdoings shall be of utmost importance. I shall be more open and vulnerable, being more willing to “Be Wrong”. Evils that are both subtle and also blatant shall be exposed, fought against,

A Summer Place

A Summer Place ballad

Days when the wind blows so cold It tears at my bitter soul I think about that song, A summer place and wanna close my eyes and picture you and me on that beach I remember sitting on a blanket

Sense Of Freedom

Sense  Of Freedom ballad

In the morning, nothing: every trace of him effaced, all the field pure white, its surface glittering, the dawn, glancing from its glaze, oblique, relentless, unadorned. It is the silver jubilee year Of a wedding knot tied On a September

A Lovers’ Embrace

A Lovers Embrace short poem

To feel her hand upon your face, her gentle caress like a tingling grace. The heat of her hands as they trace a path. Silken stockings on an exposed calf. To gaze into eyes so deep with desire, your heart

A Generation Is For Telling

A Generation Is For Telling short poem

A symbolic undertaking, A torch that has been passed Divinity materialized in your eyes not for buying or selling This life you have granted me flows so fast Stories shared through the years, A generation is for telling Grace in

House Of Eden, Forbidden Door

House Of Eden, Forbidden Door prose poem

Walking through my House of Knowledge I came upon a door. The words that ran across the top I had not read before. “Because I love you, you must not go behind this door, I beg you so. This house

The Next Wall

The Next Wall short poem

the whispering voices laid down the arms on the skull of the leader, father of pain, then asked the guns to fire a last volley towards home targeting the prudence of fingernails who crossed the gap seventy thousand years ago,

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A Failed Relationship

A Failed Relationship long poem

I know at the moment you can’t see a good outcome arise But with given time you will be alright, you just need to realise Realise how special you are, the caring, sharing soul you can be Let beauty on

Feeling When I Lose You..

Feeling When I Lose You.. short poem

I knew one day will arise Nothing to be so surprise All I will lose you being mine Love in my heart won’t ever shine I believe I did nothing wrong Staying in love with you so long Wish I

The Clock Guy

The Clock Guy prose poem

There once Lived a man named Mr McDocks, he loved one thing and THAT thing was clocks. He fixed them and sold them; he had his own shop, he treasured them always; it JUST wouldn’t stop. He had watches, grandfathers

Installment Driver

Installment   Driver short poem

When my parents wished me to drive back home The first half , I said No dear ,I brought a two wheeler ,let me wage the installment The second half , I said No dear, I brought a car ,

You

You short poem

Oh what I wouldn’t give to be loved by YOU oh what a dream come true ‘cuz YOU just got that certain something that fascinates me baby and pleasing YOU would only please me oh how I wish YOU would

The Poet Turns 100 (in Honor Of Stanley Kunitz)

The Poet Turns 100 (in Honor Of Stanley Kunitz) short poem

The Poet Turns 100 In Honor of Stanley Kunitz When my body wears to dust let the remains be language find only verbs at the core struck flints from explosive ore nouns charged with names of foes and lovers cool

A Kashmiri Orchard

A Kashmiri Orchard prose poem

O; happy folk, poetry is the fingers of light, descending at evening like an old farmer with eyes cut from azure. It told me that the sun has two long braids, and goes out at dawn to her grandfather’s flourishing

Love Of My Life

Love Of My Life short poem

Well we had ten good years together but even if we just had one you left a special place in my heart that’ll last forever even as new loves come and go I know I will love you still…just thinking

Finding Your Way

Finding Your Way long poem

It’s a contest between the heart and the head, Or finding a place where they meet instead It’s about living in the then or living in the now, About working it out or just wondering how It’s about clutching at

My Heart Skips A Beat

My Heart Skips A Beat prose poem

Heart breaks.. A topic that rules the world of fiction. The cinema loves it, the writers give it so much of stardom and center stage. Be it the classics or the contemporary, tragedies out stand the happy endings. It’s also