Molestation Poems

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Who Are We

Who Are We short poem

Who am I? A pure soul who’s supposed to witness slaughtering of dreams and souls but never reveal for the sake of graffiti Who am I? A beauty to be shown off and endure every pain without a single drop

Poems containing references to : Molestation

Never Was It Right?

Never Was It Right? short poem

Never was it right? Or was it always that we needed to try, for own sake obviously. Was it, that we ever wanted discrimination on the complexion. Or was it that we always needed to try, at the behest of

If No Hands

If No Hands long poem

If no hands, she had, There won’t be any bangles, The colors and sounds, attracting My attention to see and catch On the exorbitance of my love, Breaking it, with no intention, But broke; and fell down. The glass-chips, with

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Wish I Had Heart Of Every Color

Wish I Had Heart Of Every Color short poem

This is my heartfelt wish to have a heart of every color, If red ignited passions so deep and a feel to rise from dust , a saffron to wash away every base desire like sieve holding impure , yellow

Shadow Of A Ghost

Shadow Of A Ghost short poem

Have written a million words still there is want for more, have wandered a thousand miles still no destiny in sight. Each day pegs a new hope some of it denial, some of it pure hope, struggle to keep my

Last Bus To Lagos

Last Bus To Lagos long poem

Crashing lives Flashing lights Living rights Leaving by night I am coming straight from the pages like your favorite author I am coming alive a sculpture from the hands of your favorite sculptor People asking for things that are impossible

Mother

Mother prose poem

Thou art light of heart- Radiance of soul That which has become perpetual in me Is the pleasure of thy embrace- All noble men taught to world thy reverence- We possess the most precious- Is nothing but thy joy- The

The First Time I Met Love

The First Time I Met Love short poem

And maybe it is – That Love is not patient, Nor kind, nor trusting It boasts and it is proud, Pitted against sister Lust, it is often cowed. The first time I heard of Love? She called me from beyond

Royal Celebrations

Royal Celebrations short poem

Once my husband brought a pair of white pigeons, Very beautiful with red eyes and lush red beaks. Extremely gorgeous with glorious visions, In our mother tongue we call it Laqa-kabootar. A special species of sweet white pigeons, In golden

Girls Of Ix C (2016)

Girls Of Ix C (2016) short poem

Gems of world – all girls my pride Are happy and make so when tried; Drashti & Mansi – best friends tied To another as a fly to sugar when spied. Sanjana and Dhruvi with all stride Ahead to make

Airport And Italy

Airport And Italy short poem

The hustle and bustle at the airport Some rushing, frantically searching for passport Mothers’ tearful goodbyes, Trying their best not to cry Sudden announcements from overhead speakers A crowd starts moving like follow the leader Pilot with crew in tow

Chaos

Chaos short poem

They walk amongst the bone and the flesh and the screams unheard, those eyes that watch their home burnt, What is this chaos and what is this pain? Where is this land where death and agony prevails? Are we born

A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now

A Green Pride Has No Ambition Now short poem

Walk with me, till moon rises on the griefs of the dark, and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries. On the erected dome when the golden leaves start a flame which throws up an image of a prophet. My

Parting Love…

Parting Love… short poem

I thought we were meant for each other You and me and no other. You promised to be there always And yet we finally parted our ways You said ‘I love you & will always do’, ‘And even when my

Wanderings..

Wanderings.. short poem

The habit of my soul to just walk away, leaving all relations one by one. Taking all the misfortunes, and the blames thereof, and the seduction of the silence of the mourning afterwards. Yes I know it has got that

Waiting..

Waiting.. short poem

There is this emptiness That’s been looming since long… That everyone else’s effort To fill it, seems wrong…! But still hope screams – You’ve got to stay strong…!! As there is someone For whom you belong…! It’s just a matter

A Faint Memory

A Faint Memory short poem

Yes, I’m writing it for you I know I am not at all remembered by you for you I cry and can even die but can’t hear a single lie. I’m dying to hear you speak but one faint memory

Eagle’s Rendezvous

Eagles Rendezvous short poem

On the shorelines of the Adam’s River, Bald and golden Eagles from near and far line the meandering river’s embankments. Salmon struggling upstream to spawn. Chancing the elements. Bald and golden eagles are screaming in delight, as they eloquently glide

To Life

To Life short poem

Life dream from which I cannot wake, Bonds strangely strung and treasured, All reflections upon the surface of a lake, With the truth below unmeasured.

Trapped

Trapped short poem

I had never imagined the impossible Never thought this would happen But how could I deny What was right in front of me It was like looking in a mirror But it wasn’t exactly the same She looked so much

Marionette

Marionette short poem

O my sweet heart, make me your marionette… Colour me white, black, green and scarlet Keep me in your Golden heart rich Lets play set all to bewitch Let your hairlocks be my strings Fill your love in my magical

A Thousand Colors

A Thousand Colors short poem

A thousand colors of heed, A thousand colors of need, A thousand words of greed, A thousand words to deed, A thousand days to waste, A thousand days to grace, A thousand reasons to wry, A thousand reasons to fly,

The Bookshelf Of Memories

The Bookshelf Of Memories long poem

I was five, a little girl, could hardly reach there; where the memories hid themselves, Eyes whispered something to my mind, what is so special about the shelf? A dusty red book, a thread of black to bind its old

Pain

Pain short poem

A hurt soul, tortured mind and cold heart an angry spirit, raging flame of pain and thirst to kill a heart breaking, chaotic lover with burning passion a sane killer taking spirits, hearts and souls putting fear in all that

Life… A Brute

Life... A Brute short poem

Life, you brute, what do you get causing me pain so? What muck have I raked on you? That makes you avenge yourself on me – Oh! Please let go of me, I’ve had enough It dampens all enthusiasm, It

Myth

Myth short poem

When on living Single He aspires to become Double On becoming Double He desires to mingle While on Mingle She Looks like Angel Looking at the Angel He thinks he is out of Danger Unaware of impending Danger He feels

Flames Of Song

Flames Of Song short poem

Tonight moon will write a poem on my hand about an almond love. I find a breeze. Nightmare: I was caught stealing words from your lips, a lark flies into death, paralyzed by peace! I will have the baby, I

Silence Of The Heart

Silence Of The Heart ballad

Words go unspoken, more often than they should My love for you is real, but it is often misunderstood Sometimes I feel lost, like a ship that sails off course The stars have closed their eyes; I have lost my

Random Musings

Random Musings short poem

Something lies dead here. Something, that until yesterday Was the source of all Beauty, Whose warmth dimmed Every shadow of loss And sedated pain. What it was, I cannot say- Perhaps it was love, Or an idea or a belief

Baby Face

Baby Face short poem

Why did not you cross the black river and remained innocent? Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest? You won the race, the space, the heaven. Moving away to the farthest blackness. Your god sits cross legged, clotting. Brown hands on

Clever Boy

Clever Boy long poem

Yippeeee it’s time to go for a walk, I was beginning to think my person forgot, It seems like a week since she last took me out, I hope she will let me run all about. Ooooh I might see

Mountain Wellhead

Mountain Wellhead prose poem

This is where God breathes! Here is the mountain wellhead that cannot believe our bodies are drenched in darkness. Drops of water burning bright like verses from holy books. Here my heart smiles at Goethe’s heart, like a sun at

Shadows

Shadows long poem

The glint of steel, so sharp and smooth, beneath my fragile fingers. Delicate inlaid patterns reflect an afterimage that lingers. As a child I’d hide beneath cotton sheets feigning death, that I could deceive. Then risking a peep from beneath

Beyond

Beyond elegy

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

Heart

Heart long poem

It beats a beat A wounded beat You’ve stolen it Without knowing it It cries out loud So very loud if only you would hear it out It craves your presence You’ve found another So it seeks another It wants

Sacrificial Love

Sacrificial Love prose poem

Today I saw the bird which I had always looked upon. Ahh ! Noble and Majestic,as evergreen as before. Her beauty which has always sought for the freedom, still flamed my mind. My world only left a flicker of her

An Abundance Of Ugliness

An Abundance Of Ugliness short poem

I am not good enough for the boy in the blue car, waiting for something miraculous to happen that isn’t me, I am not good enough for the 45 year old man whom with a share my facial features, who

An hour from Saint Valentine’s day..

An hour from Saint Valentines day.. prose poem long poem

An hour from St. Valentine’s day .. ‘Tis 7:00! Ring Ring Ring. . “Happy Valentine’s day ” “I love you..” “I love you too,honey ! ” “you know what ….” And talk’st they thus.. ‘Tis 7:15! The moving box of

The Stranger

The Stranger prose poem

There we met, at street seventy seventh; my friend who’d bowed down with altering features, and me with my clothes getting narrower. We could not find, in this chilly present, a tale to help us recline on the pavement’s stone.

A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park short poem

A WALK IN THE PARK One day on a walk in the park we ran into an arc of the past with a start You ask how many years have passed more than fifty hold fast Looking back at our