Musings Poems

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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

Evening Musings of a Working Woman

Evening Musings of a Working Woman short poem

How many days did I take to pick this pen up!!! Meaning to write in solitude, for company – a coffee cup I sat intending to write something worthy and the machine gave a mild thud, reminding me of the

Musings

Musings short poem

The night settles in. On a million hopes One by one The stars in the windows dim. A lone firefly celebrates his moment of stardom A speck, yet important in the now as he lights up and revels so do

Musings Of An Insomniac

Musings Of An Insomniac short poem

Succinctly speaking There is nothing to be said But a great realization That I must go to bed It’s late and I am tired And a little cranky too Restless I am And in a mood to rue You take

Musings

Musings prose poem

Am unwell, perhaps the flu. I read an advertisement about a book exhibition and I think about you. Lots of books, little catches my fancy, poke around and pick a few, my eyes fall on a ‘Rs 50 only’ sign,

Musings At Midnight

Musings At Midnight short poem

Glistening and glimmering, the stars do shine Scattering forth their beams divine Their light, not bright, yet a mystical sight Blessing the earth on this cool breezy night A prelude to a bright new day Slowly and silently comes a

Divine Musings

Divine Musings prose poem

In the most unusual manic-panic creep, Wildly lurking behind every corner, The Shadow was about to recover some ungraspable but always constantly desired idea.. A fantasy, a darker shade of fantasy: a fun fetish. Or, perhaps, could it be foolish

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer)

Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer) short poem

July 20th, 1822. We’ve done it. As I lay down my tools for the last time, Here stands before me the fruit of my labour. This night, a technology beyond its time has been born. She truly is beautiful. A

Musings Over A Passing Day

Musings Over A Passing  Day prose poem

It’s the new year eve once again and I am happy but a little pensive too . Silently I hear the clock ticking and watch the tiny moments slipping from my hand like the grains of sand in the hour

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A Joyful Melody

A Joyful Melody short poem

There in the beautiful garden where a joyful melody played and the flowers were happy with such musical day. Some dressed in pink and others In blue, roses were red and violets were blue, all of them in harmony danced

God’s Will

Gods Will short poem

God gave each of us Two ears but only one mouth Just to listen more And not too much brag about. Even if we need to talk Talk to the “Self” That is the real talk Rest is not worth

Clumsy Hands And Brittle Things

Clumsy Hands And Brittle Things short poem

I have solely turned this creation into mess, becoming a cause for frustration and moments of distress, resulting from price tags and use of over-inked cheques, and also from partaking in acts of repeated carelessness, It’s safe to say that

Sentiments In Print

Sentiments In Print short poem

Words I write, sentiments in print. Statements of my heart, daydreams on a sheet! The world outside is an impersonal act, The abode I built on a magic carpet takes me to heights, Of soaring kites, to gaze at star

Words

Words short poem

A fickle thing these words can be Vessels for hopes and expectations The building blocks for dreams How smoothly they slip off a tongue Fall on fertile ground and They will grow roots far and deep They stay with you

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Love Sonnet 12

Love Sonnet 12 sonnet poems

Does your fancy wander in the moonlight, To grace my sleep and loiter in my dreams? Since then, your memory usurped that right, Such that my very fantasies it creams; My musings all converge on your aspect, To leave just

The Fair-sex

The Fair sex short poem

The fair sex Taking care of self In her own ways Making up herself. The womankind Surprises entire mankind Self-defining muliebrity Softness and effeminacy. Still tough to toil In and outdoors But fully satisfied Needing no more. Self-dependent And self-reliant

A Day

A Day short poem

When the dawn-bringer brings the dawn And golden cascades hang forlorn A milky light translucent finds A fractured chink in sleep-soaked minds And heralds morning bright with prospects Its full potential no-one suspects Detours and dreams as yet concealed That

Mirroring Words

Mirroring Words short poem

Wandering and Searching, Catching a glimpse of you sometimes In a child’s innocent laughter Bubbling delightfully like a mountain spring But your heart hidden away somewhere Deep in the darkest confines of a forest. Sometimes you’re just another face in

Introspection

Introspection short poem

Why do I feel this searing pain That seems my very heat inflames And in the depths of silence hush It feels my soul with weight is crushed Yes, my mind does wonder far And seems my sanity does mar

Beginning Begun

Beginning Begun short poem

In a nearby flat a radio whispers, Birdsong begins its chatter in the bushes And giggling lovers tickle the dawn; Rain beats its gentle rhythms on the window, Occasional cars issue hushed rumble escapes And those still awake Wonder about

Ephemeral

Ephemeral short poem

Eyes crack open with the searing of the darkened sky, Awaiting the auspicious oncoming day, Rousing one to feel sanguine and air of optimism, Of high hopes and opportunity which close by lay. Yet with the batting of a wing

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Confide In Me

Confide In Me short poem

When there is storm, confide in me. I shall save you from harm’s way! Oh Lord! Where is the ray, the ray of hope! That way, the way you haven’t looked yet. Am the only child shackled in suffering? No!

A Gift?

A Gift? prose poem

The meaning of life? This question has been asked for millennia. Some say there is no meaning, life is just a placeholder between oblivions. Others say God breathes life into man for a greater purpose, intimately meaningful. For some, born

Faithful You Faithless Weather

Faithful You Faithless Weather short poem

She plays in rain like a queen Such a beauty, such a teen World dreams yet to be seen Smart enthralled, lean and keen Touch of rain is touch of class Water can be seen in a glass How can

Watching Myself

Watching Myself short poem

After shaking off the fault the golden thigh ruptured and I moved into the aneurism of a drop. Realization was the key to enter the curve of a moving circle. The time had come to take off the jacket and

Flowering Of The Thought

Flowering Of The Thought short poem

Belonging to the not belonging, was becoming a method exploring the path. In the backyard unpleasant fumes were rising. Nocturnal swoop of enlightenment, clearly becomes a festival of yellow death. Who was hiding the truth? Flowering of the thought in sky,

Diary

Diary short poem

He went under pile of words to tie the thread of understanding but was stoned to death. They put the piglets in liquid nitrogen for future generations to study. The point of departure had come. Navel-gazing was the best pastime

Heaven On Earth

Heaven On Earth short poem

There is Heaven somewhere But there is one on the Earth That is a Mother who gives birth More than taking care her child She is glued to her child Noting every movement Laughs when the child laughs Cries when

Chained

Chained short poem

I am trapped in my own little space I am looking for a door to freedom Trapped in the darkness of the past Waiting for someone to unchain me Here in the darkness There’s a thought of what could be

Figure Out The Danger

Figure Out The Danger short poem

Dedicated to Chief Raoni of the Kayapo in the Amazon rainforest Is greed for money stronger than our signature? They wish to cut the trees to produce goods and furniture They will lose oxygen. This is a fact Chief Raoni

I will be there

I will be there long poem

I will be there… I was wrong to judge a man by his face I thought I could get it right by the way he looked at me, The way he talked to me Or the way he smiled. I

The Ideal Couple

The Ideal Couple short poem

A Couple always shares The Rose is for her And the thorn is for him A Couple always smiles The Gold biscuit is for her And the Biscuit is for him The couple is always happy She often goes to

Quest For President

Quest For President prose poem

O ye of fame, favor and faith, O ye of power and great intent, O ye of power and endless egos Hear ye what history has spoken, Hear ye well, for we are hoping Seek not to change our yesterdays,

Of Time

Of Time ode

Eternal is this uninterrupted existence An intangible spacious continuation Past, present, future ‘s relative persistence Time is inalterable and of limitless duration Mankind is entrusted to occupy this infinite space Some manage time accountably, others, who can tell I ask

From This End

From This End long poem

You see me you look at me you ignore me you talk about me you whisper. You put me under observation, you test me, study me, tag me, test me again- name me unname me banish me strip me tired

Satan’s Nightmares

Satans Nightmares prose poem

The grass is a little greener and diamonds are made not of coal but a fabric the earth mother sews up, as the stars burn into a little pinch of ash that rains upon the thirsty One * * *

My Curriculum Vitae

My Curriculum Vitae long poem

Flicking through the paper an advert caught my eye, I hesitated slightly as I almost read right by, “Space Cadets required all across the nation” The job was made for me so I sent off my application. “Experience required” I

Falsehood

Falsehood short poem

In one’s life journey People that comes are many. No one is that which stays with thee Even shadows leave at the light’s scream. Everyone’s under a fictitious cloud Intriguing fancies speak aloud Death awarded at trust’s expense ‘Cause falsehood

Tiny

Tiny short poem

Tiny am I to be left out Small and wondering where I am now A spot a speck a dot seen quick Tiny am I dwindling down A point a miss a target that is Small and wondering where I

If I Could Fly

If I Could Fly short poem

If I could fly, I would fly so high. Way above the ominous sky. Higher than the eagle’s cry. Higher, higher, oh why can’t I! Up to space? I sure would try. Even if it meant I’d die. As I

Happiness

Happiness short poem

Spring flowers bloom, Bringing cheer to you and me, This cheer is happiness, Leaves fall, new come, Here comes a sprout and a new wild plum; Happiness comes, Happiness goes, How sweetly it flows; One road treads to happiness, The

Life

Life short poem

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows. I am who I am from my head to my toes. I tend to get loud when speaking my mind. Even a little crazy some of the time. I’m not a

Beginnings

Beginnings prose poem

The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity

Just Fly High In The Sky

Just Fly High In The Sky long poem

Let us fly , fly like a dove , In the sky , sky of love , Hand in hand , With no aim to land , Until our soul gets free from this cage of sand . Let us

Thousand Ways

Thousand Ways prose poem

In love I learned a thousand ways to comfort this world, smiled and hugged blew kisses so warm , built inn and held caravan so long , brew tea, wrote words alive played music as every fibre of my being

Price For Gaze

Price For Gaze short poem

Let me kiss you on your forehead My beloved lost moments be not dead As a token they should be led Be remembered as well said I know that with passage of time Our love will be sin and crime

Summer

Summer prose poem

With sticks and stones, to pass our time, we roamed the countryside. Like our mouths, the earth was dry. The sun poured down on our joy ride. Summer holidays always bruised my ankles and my knees. Once it gave me