Lucknow Poems

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Hot Noon In Lucknow

Hot Noon In Lucknow short poem

I used to envisage in my childhood To stay in a place where, There is neither hot nor cold. And, my dream came true When I got a job in Bangalore I stayed there for a half decade I loved

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Fountain Of Happiness

Fountain Of Happiness long poem

Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,

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The Liverpool Pigeons

The Liverpool Pigeons ode

Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in

Plasma Screen

Plasma Screen short poem

It was an absent answer. Terror was one abyss in unhindered waking of eternity in being. The passions rise between downpour of black rings on the terraces, was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no body was taking the

A Bridge

A Bridge long poem

I approach the 160° turn to the left, The public toilets, still there. Those strange, Striped warning poles and a sign in Old engineering font (like London Underground, but rusted) saying ‘STOP WHEN BELL RINGS’. Up its gentle elevation to

The Faith In Our Cause

The Faith In Our Cause long poem

When darkness dampens your devotion, The will is there but devoid of emotion; Remember to hold your head high And kiss every violent wind which passes by. That violent wind takes you to places unknown, Places of future palaces and

Eyeful Bliss

Eyeful Bliss sonnet poems

What is it that speaks, before lips can say, Caress and feel, before the hands can touch, Stabs without daggers, without swords can slay, And betrays a love, that has grown so much? It bares the soul, and manifests sorrow,

Babylon

Babylon short poem

She wrote a lie about her mother Just because she found a nub of pencil Greasy lead Teethmarks infesting the barrel It set her fist like a phonograph needle Remembering the wobble and crack Of those old spiritual records Truer

A Companion … Incognito!

A Companion ... Incognito! short poem

Life is a series of relationships, Which come & go as time drips. A consolidated sequence of life is lew, But the list of happy moments are few. Living life with that only one, And not an analogy of some.

Climbing

Climbing short poem

Before sinking to knees. I will talk to flowers. Day of arrival has come. In death, wisdom of trees will eject the seeds of fire on hip-locked roots. A miracle will raise the bones from the rage of crowd. The

We Want To Live In America

We Want To Live In America long poem

I want to live in America But a target is on me in America “They’re stealing our jobs,” “They’re raping our women,” There’s no hope for me in America We wanted education, work Just to live on the land you

My Love

My Love long poem

My love I saw you and my mind changed I lost words right in your eyes Found love in your eyes You completely turned my words of hatred to that of love You’re my foreign land because every time I

In Memory Of A Centurian

In Memory Of A Centurian long poem

The ever youthful never sober, always cheerful and smiling, a man of solid virtues and discipline bid adieu to this world of umpteen wonder after scoring a memorable century to the disappointment of thousands of his admirers Nelamangala Venkataraman Sharma

Outline

Outline prose poem

Those tired eyes open, The forehead gleams with the first sunbeams, The Soul vibrates for a while- And becomes inactive for the day’s rest. That exhausted soul is coming back, Two weary feet are on the dark road, The shadow

Love

Love short poem

Black is strong Black is pure Black believes Black portraits her beauty love by all Black she is she was the one that said wasn’t it love, you said changes a man’s state send him yearning weeping yet laughin’ wasn’t

The World Was Falling Apart

The World Was Falling Apart short poem

The days descended inhaling goodness Smothering Murderous Diseased and dark Mankind swallowed down the perverse evil and sickened Desperate for the emotions once felt No longer remembered That will once more warm and quicken Dead jaded hearts, The world was

Have A Heart….

Have A Heart.... long poem

You’re standing there while her body bleeds, Desperation in her eyes, You’ve made up your mind how you should proceed, Just send her home to die. A diagnosis of which you haven’t a clue, The stigma that you attach, Just

Home Coming… Hypothetics

Home Coming... Hypothetics short poem

I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.

Winds Of Yesterday

Winds Of Yesterday short poem

Broken thoughts fell strewed around The dark path winding long ahead Shadows lay at the edge of her feet Each step of hers into an unknown abyss Lost somewhere in the sands of Time Blurred seconds stretched to years Through

Darkness

Darkness long poem

And there is the night. Darkness in full bloom. Creatures lurking, looking for food. That is the night, the real fright. The solem wisp of the ever ending fear of nothing, Yet everything. There is the night, the dark, The

The Reality

The Reality short poem

The topic of discussion on Life and death appears futile When we are unaware how we came into the world Why should we be aware when we will be moving out of this world What we know is we are

Sleep

Sleep short poem

When moon rises in the sky, and the dark night gets darker. When silence is the all that surrounds, and in the middle, howl of hounds. When people sleep, but their dreams awake, when reality hides and rises the fake.

No Snow Falling

No Snow Falling elegy

No snow falling tonight all is dark wet and dreich, Stars cant be seen all hidden by low lying cloud, Shepherds struggle market price for sheep is too low, children born in squalor no stables left, now turned to houses

The Mind House

The Mind House short poem

The Mind House I am the agent of my own, busy, cluttered house of my mind, situated on the cockpit of self. I am trying to rent out space for prospective ideas to move in. It’s a semi furnished place,

Living

Living short poem

They didn’t fear the violence in the sky Rare in Seattle, a dark parade of corybantic Beasts where there’s often a light grey Ceiling. It came on in a pinwheel, blotting Every point on the rose in its turn before

Reverberation From Heart

Reverberation From Heart sonnet poems

You have shared a true mantra “love to live”. Bestow allure in my life with delight, As spring makes life renewable for thrive, Spreading romantic gloom, as in twilight. Always your breath remains enmeshed in mine, Though we are miles

Candlelight

Candlelight short poem

Magic by CANDLELIGHT every night I’m sending my love to you oooh Knock, knock on wood just like the Oracles of Sybille and Wi-Fi of Delphi It’s a triple star path on a pale pony Ride, back to moon shadow

Birthday Fire

Birthday Fire short poem

My daughter’s face appearing in charcoal, her sunshine smile bursting from the black. Creativity soothes me like a drug, anticipating the heartfelt thanks I do not deserve. I will seem special, a façade, a falsehood, a temporary reprieve. The heightened

You Are The Music In Me

You Are The Music In Me short poem

Drops of dew On a leaf brand new Your love is acute Like a note from a flute Your love is a magical flu That cures with a kiss so true Life with you is a glorious tour That ends

The Ballad Of The Quacking Owl

The Ballad Of The Quacking Owl ballad

If you’re walking by the bushes at the end of the lane you may hear a little quack as the sun begins to wane. You may look for the water where the ducks might be, but there’s no-one in sight

Sonnet #2: Hot, New Summer Day

Sonnet #2: Hot, New Summer Day sonnet poems

’tis a playing field for many kinds out in the arena, to discern the companionship of the puissant sun ’tis a hot, new summer day , blithe and sound maketh thou run, run, run… syrupy voice of nightingale, fills candied

The Elusive Female Cougar

The Elusive Female Cougar long poem

Living in and roaming through a rugged domain east of Princeton, above the Old Hedley Road, this elusive cougar’s domain is to be admired. In the solitude of Nature. Elisa, with her three kits precariously strolling across a rocky precipice

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me short poem

I leave this world as ignorant as when I came into it, my hands empty, my heart full. I have no answers, only questions, no certainties, only doubts. The fear of death has been my most loyal companion, the cry of

Bottle

Bottle prose poem

Like a bottle into a sea, I toss thee into the infinite. The never ending roll of waves that make up a brave new brine. Like a bottle into a sea, I toss thee into a new roil. I toss

Running

Running short poem

I am running. Too fast to stop. I am rushing. I am close to getting lost But I won’t wait, Because my patience is running out. My peace is running dry. I’m running for my life. All my mind is

The Prussian Blue Kite

The Prussian Blue Kite ballad

A perfect breeze and a crystal blue sky, Speckled with colors of kites flying high. A little beyond, the rainbow smears its color On the Prussian Blue Kite that glides in valor. The crowd beneath rejoice and cheer, As his

Has Anyone Ever?

Has Anyone Ever? long poem

Has anyone ever told us that a little madness is key, For us the new colors to see, Has anyone ever told us any good for dissolution of conformity, For us to feel the glee, Has anyone ever taught us

Destiny?

Destiny? sonnet poems

What rules the lives of men: beggars and kings, And those between, that unseats or installs, That crowns, exiles, or that sweetens or stings, While Fate has claimed the risings and the falls? Had all outcomes been rigged for loves

Sunday Afternoon

Sunday Afternoon short poem

Looking at how vibrantly the tree’s leaves dance. Swaying side to side. Side by side. I watch the cars driving sorta fast up and down the street. The breeze have picked up some. Quite cool this afternoon is this Sunday’s

Heaven Or Hell Notwithstanding

Heaven Or Hell Notwithstanding sonnet poems

I will not let another person tell me Why we’re here from some book from off his shelf, Or buy the stuff some holy Joe would sell me. I’ll try to figure that out for myself So don’t try fear.