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Poor Ruhani

Poor Ruhani long poem

She was a normal girl with dreams and ambitions, Used to find happiness in God’s every creation, She was happily living with her small family, Never she had thought of being a part of such tragedy…. Suddenly she got missing

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Behind The Window

Behind The Window prose poem

The Window// (1) Behind the window, when clouds descend down over houses planted into mud, and seeds wake up, clock-hands go back to zero. Cottony fogs veil visions, so we might look inside, then I see a dewy dove carrying

Greening The Blue

Greening The Blue short poem

Our earth with waters blue Gives mankind a hidden clue Of the tragic end that’d be true For all creation a dreadful hue. You heard the silent cries of earth That echo deep within your heart Pricked seemingly as a

I Adore Your Body Odor!

I Adore Your Body Odor! short poem

The whole path to home was filled with incense It has indulged my every sense It has hit my senses to rose It was not the fragrance of the rose It was not the smell of lavender Nor the scintillating

The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

Dreams

Dreams short poem

Dreams are the lofty, tall majestic mountains on which you can never climb, Dreams are the elusive mirages which always deceive you, Dreams are the seven colours of the rainbow which never colour you, Dreams are the silver glitterati of

Massive Wolves

Massive Wolves prose poem

Nestled high in the Rocky Mountain Range, a mystical valley is uniquely situated. Eloquently encased by snow draped peaks. A breading ground for Hoary Marmots. Continually feeding a high spirited pack of massive wolves, is found. These massive wolves are

Sporting Heart

Sporting Heart short poem

Feet bite down And all around, the roar. Expectations are high Hands reaching for the sky. And yet my heart is still. Feet pounding, resounding Each step a moment in time. A memory begun Beneath the starting gun. And yet

Baby Grand

Baby Grand long poem

Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,

The Banana Budget

The Banana Budget short poem

Duis went outside and changed. And then. Who can still sit funny. However, he wishes to the hotel, the laugh of the gate of life, words of condolence, novels. I do not have football. There is no rent-a-car like a

Rosa’s Way Out

Rosas Way Out prose poem

Sweeping blood drops from her mouth, crying with anguished sobs Rosa ran to open the door, but Owen caught her by her wrist. Why are you doing this to me she stated? Owen hit her again with no reply. He

The Abrupt Moments

The Abrupt Moments long poem

A scent of fresh glowing flowers graced the room Noting an expression of optimism on one’s face Swifted the day with an agile grace Having motioned by a thought Engulfed by confidence Incredible imagination running rampant Ideas tendered by success

Mosaic

Mosaic short poem

Snippets of truth come to you, when you chase the anger and set yourself on fire. An intimate slap of a fall guy rages after the defiance. You are no longer bleeding gold. A windowless home for the defiled, waits

Untold

Untold elegy

Everything starts with a piece of something. But she’s already in pieces so how come? Such a dark journey, she wasn’t telling. A tragic story. Ending— there was none. All was black. She’s not blind, But her hope was. There’s

Mother Dear

Mother Dear short poem

She bore me Like a bud on the branch Jumping with joy with the breeze of life She nurtured me Like the gardner tending a plant And when I became a flower She laughed and made merry Drunk with the

Democracy

Democracy short poem

To slice a hope in stark terror he thought to bid holy goodbye to destiny, and let himself go in the shadow of weeping deads. The orange moon looked mutilated. Quietly stood a suicide bomber, ready to get killed for

O’ Holy Mother

O Holy Mother short poem

O’ Holy Mother have heart on a broken soul tonight Surround me in your divine and graceful love light Cleanse me of my sins in the blood of your all mighty Powerful son…help me be the man God would like

A Life Of Chance

A Life Of Chance short poem

Watching as half my existence has passed And all that is left are memories, that on my brain have been cast The rest of my age will find strength in autumn and winter remembrance As I wander through the freshness

How Have You Been

How Have You Been short poem

I followed your trace in this city thinking about how lonely you felt without me I visited all the places in your photos everything was so familiar except the lack of you Would you appear all of a sudden in

Sometimes

Sometimes short poem

Sometimes in life, there are things you will never understand When an absolute stranger you meet, With utter respect you greet, Still he/she perceives you in an erroneous way And thinks you are led astray. Sometimes in life, there are

Nature

Nature short poem

Ever felt the music in nature… Chattering of birds in rhythm, the melody in their voice cool breeze blowing through hair, resting in eyelids, whispering in ears the sound of the flowing river, spreading love everywhere carrying every being together

Devoid Of Feverfew

Devoid Of Feverfew short poem

Did not make anything out of himself. He was afraid from depth to depth. Muzzled lock had hidden the keys. Shadow of door loomed large on silence, now touching nothingness. Lips move without sound. Eyes become dumb. Hands were misguided,

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

The Last Look

The Last Look short poem

Humanity, oh humanity, you lay dead before us Growing us numb with the terror of silence. Staggering we go towards your grave Burying you in earth that will never let you rot Like the decay of the mind that took

Choose A Side

Choose A Side short poem

As you walk the desolate streets No sound but falling feet A thick autumn mist Swirling ghostly whisps A chill in the air Creeping and crawling And brushing your face Reaching out to hold you In its icy embrace “Who’s

The Unsaid

The Unsaid short poem

It was when feelings unfurled And the heart opened wide Down poured a gush Of all that was once untold Tickles from within Brought out the smile, never so shy Tears filled in the eyes Which never wished to cry

Conceivable

Conceivable short poem

Must one speak with gratitude? For my eyes fail to see. Must the heart keep tempo? I can hear the wind cease. I taste the morning dew But feel no solace. I feel the window close But touch my destiny.

Fly – Flight – An Ode To Birds

Fly   Flight   An Ode To Birds long poem

Birds levitate and are airborne, Flapping wings soaring to the highest stratosphere, Flying into the blue yonder, Over snowcapped mountains, abutting the clouds, Flying, gliding, landing, so sublime Perching themselves in the tiny gap between other birds on a cable

Virulence

Virulence short poem

scape without a name scepter of a colossus merge in a yellow boom between hunch and a knife, to keep shut the glassy lips from red stares a secret of an anonym scripting sunset the stacked neurotransmission of millions of

It Comes

It Comes short poem

Waiting under the opaque moon a primeval instinct takes over you and you start arriving. A black bone renders the ash on your forehead and you complete the circle – reaching childhood; you start climbing the ladder, for instantaneous release.

Gray Hands

Gray Hands short poem

It is neither end nor beginning, I am still suspended between punishments, primrose gives one answer, hollyhock another, I catch the moon in flight to west and enter a sand grain to probe the universe for the sexual selection of

Rich And Poor

Rich And Poor short poem

Penniless, I get up in the morning having eight hours of sound sleep feeling fresh and happy. don’t you feel I am rich in spite of being Poor ? Milliner, I get disturbed sleep the whole night and get up

A Baby Named Almost

A Baby Named Almost long poem

Something ominous and undefined, illustrative and versatile. Something ambiguous, and something so subtle it hardly exists. Almost is all these things and more. It occupies life around its every corner. It is the grey between the blacks and whites, The

Stop The Hate

Stop The Hate long poem

Bruh, I know your up but it’s getting late I got to make peace with you Hommie I have bitten off more then I could chew I’m sweating from the new day’s sun now I know your in for a

When Moon Will Be The Moon

When Moon Will Be The Moon short poem

Mid May Moon, rise not now With such dim face in burnt haven. Troubling summer with fiery fumes Has filed the sky sphere to utter haziness Making your turf more tired and clay Sucking all azures from Venus scoop. The

Anti-social Pessimist

Anti social Pessimist short poem

She wanders alone in the middle of the night surrounded by darkness and seeking for a light As the silence grows within her heart She sits alone and rips herself apart All she ever wanted was to be heard But

O Love

O Love short poem

O love, reveal your true state, Thou who reigns on human souls, Lording all passions of sublime mold, Leaving the lovers dreaming to prate. Thy shapeless presence makes us powerless To overcome the breathing necessities, manoeuvring souls twin in flesh

Not Yet My Time

Not Yet My Time long poem

Death: the most natural And common event in the universe, Yet forsakes us all perplexed. To begin means to end, And to end means to begin— To whatever comes next. I know not, and will not Know of what is

Strolling By…….

Strolling By....... prose poem

On an evening I sat near the shore And watched the waves as they came and went back. I saw the setting sun in the far horizon, The orange -red rays splattered across, Giving the sky a heavenly look. The

A Path..

A Path.. short poem

Friends from a journey greet me Their smiles warm and yet their eyes speak a different tongue. Returns one from a path of brambles and sharp stones And hot winds and chilling shadows But yet his eyes sing! And another