Pizza Navona Poems

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Zeus

Zeus ode

A man I love sits very still though his skin I have never touched He calls to me yet, his voice I’ve never heard His beard is thick but never grows any longer I look into his eyes but see

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My postbox

My postbox short poem

I’m hooked to this rusted gate and in a corner, That’s me – choking, and just choking, from slit ventilation and you just ignore. I hold your responses and stack all that comes, That’s me – waiting, and just waiting,

Lunch Time

Lunch Time short poem

How fun is it? sitting together and to eat watching south Indians eating curd rice north Indians bringing potato with extra spice so many different cultures so bright fulfilling their born appetite some eat vegetarian while some are non vegetarian

Temptations

Temptations long poem

Temptation- Part One Its evening and I’ve finished my class. I run through stairs, pass by corridors, And brisk walk down the lane. A dancer swaying in the peak hour trance. I reach the station, no intention to miss the

After Receiving Your Hot Note

After Receiving Your Hot Note short poem

I think of this sunthundered afternoon when spiderling superheroes in sandwich boards “6.99 Any Pizza” at crossroads wave at transport as it passes. Sunlight is too bright for you like that redhead in black gladiator sandals and little grey dress

Fly

Fly long poem

It’s 9:00 on a Saturday, I’m at my PC, wasting my life, Surrounded by empty snack packets, And by the door is an empty pizza box. Life couldn’t be better. Bzzz… A noise. Punctuating my silence, my fixation with my

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Oldie

Oldie short poem

One day I will meet you on a dirt track and ask about back yard where moon lives. Will you give me a kiss of the clock? I have forgotten the back years. Autumn now takes care of my assets

Beauty

Beauty short poem

Lost in the world of fragrance I open my eyes and here i found myself in the garden Oh that’s the beauty of flowers in the garden. Lost in the world of happiness I open my eyes and here i

What If

What If short poem

I saw you struggle today Coffee and bag, trying to open the door I slowed my pace Not wanting to communicate Choosing not to help What if I had Would you have made it to your interview Without a coffee

Sin Sorry Sunday

Sin Sorry Sunday prose poem

It’s now sin sorry Sunday, you don’t look so swell, look in the mirror, look like hell, start thinking, I’m sick of living this way, I’m steadily getting older each and every day. I go out looking for a good

Keep Walking..

Keep Walking.. short poem

(Mirror) Dear one why do you come for my help Even when you stand so tall (Person) Mirror mirror on the wall My boldness is a haux See what’s beneath Tears splashed on my soul (Mirror) If thou art strong

Life

Life short poem

If life is pain then be the release If life is sorrow then create joy If life is sickness then be the cure If life is short make it long If life is cold make it hot if life is

What Am I To You?

What Am I To You? short poem

“What am I to you? A broken piece of your beer’s glass, Shattered reminders of your past?” “No,” he replied. “You are my beautiful snowflake. Stop this now. I have a headache.” But I didn’t feel beautiful. I felt hurt

Diving

Diving short poem

Forest was partisan lilies blushing, moon was parting the milky way, on the terrace the absurd man, and the spaces missing, the house locked in, are left wrecked manuscripts of attempts to save the translations of life’s books Give me

Talking To God

Talking To God short poem

And after all that we have done and seen, We wait for some magic to undo what has been, But its all already lived and gone, Past, after all, is just a part of a journey, which starts before we

Breakthrough

Breakthrough sonnet poems

As darkness looms so thick, a solid wall, Which held the night hostage, it failed to dawn, The heart sinks deeper, reeling from the fall Adversity, obliges it to spawn; The noisy accolades of past glories, Have muted down to

The Day I Met You

The Day I Met You short poem

World seemed so calm before we met A burned soul left ashes of regret All day I have searched deep inside A glint in shadow seemed to hide This night had the wildest experience And your tantalize was more intense

Taste Like Apricot

Taste Like Apricot short poem

My sweetheart you look like an apple I feel your flavor and taste like apricot In grace and style you are like an angel Love and your beauty are in love knot Your red juicy cheeks have salty taste Your

Love Sonnet 160

Love Sonnet 160 sonnet poems

When love remains as mere figment of dreams, Flimsy as silk, or webs that spiders spin, Yet serves us best, when life’s hard crust it creams, As joys, that might at times, been spread too thin; Such when a scent

Love Sonnet 208

Love Sonnet 208 sonnet poems

Please promise not forever, not tonight, Remind me not a thing from yesterday, Today has joys for us both to delight, And places where we will feel best to be; So pledge me not the future yet to come, Nor

Petals Of Happiness

Petals Of Happiness short poem

Open the door to the world It’s filled with natural beauty with high mountains , tall trees, streams and oceans Beautiful flowers and tiny creatures. Dangerous animals too are there Observe each and every tiny bit See how wonderful Gods

City Lights

City Lights short poem

City lights so bright Alluring, fascinating sight Like earthly stars from afar A far away kingdom beyond par City buildings so tall Their peaks cannot be seen at all Grand cold concrete structures Stand aloof as if part of nature

Ah, Mumbai, I’m All Ears

Ah, Mumbai, Im All Ears short poem

“Appa, your kinda song” called out Aadi My kind? Listened, liked it instantly and That has set the ball rolling on a peep into Mumbai, may be many things to many a man Gun totting gangsters, trigger happy cops, Starlit

The Last Rain

The Last Rain short poem

It fell like nothing before, and tried hard to quench the thirst, but every drop of it failed, whether the last..or the first…. The coolness was now a dream, the passion a haste, hence when it kissed the ground, it

On Single Mother

On Single Mother short poem

She is the mother and she is the father She is the teacher she is the preacher She is her child’s best friend Never allowing him to feel Her own life has come to an end Bringing up her child

Rain, Rooftops And Romancing

Rain, Rooftops And Romancing prose poem

Our rooftops were connected, you remember? And those rooftops had all those long strings Tied from corner to corner for hanging laundry, remember? And when summer’s first hail showers Came beating down all of a sudden, How it had to

The Nightmare Is Gone

The Nightmare Is Gone long poem

Moving softly down the stairs with Isa holding tightly to her mother’s hand. Leanora was looking to the left and the right across the large hallway The thought of leaving her home was so horrendous to her . There was

Here, In My Arms.

Here, In My Arms. long poem

She was the blessing, She was the smile. She was the much awaited, From my womb into my hands. She was so tiny, Yet so appealing. One said–so red, fresh & blooming, Yeah, she was my little rose! For the

A Women’s Day Poem

A Womens Day Poem ode

Many of them wonder what I am dreaming of I am at the age when most of my life is behind me If I tell them the facts They will feel it is all an act I say, It is

Sulking

Sulking short poem

The promised apple I did not eat. The red skin started bleeding in my palm. Butterfly flesh was unable to glide. Two round, intense eyes were chasing me. A namesake volcano bursts open in my chest, then I notice the

Hidden Tides

Hidden Tides short poem

Shadows danced along the sea. Inviting. To move with the currents. While the waves unfold Seducing. To sing with the screams of the ground Beating hearts rolling out. Like love. It felt like one. But the risks are quite painful.

Something Weird Happened That Day!

Something Weird Happened That Day! short poem

In case I forget to write about this I want you know I swallowed some words by mistake once And didn’t understand where did they go? I feel something on my fingertips A charming passionate greed Thoughts flow and words

Beauty

Beauty prose poem

…So, I asked: what is beauty? He said: it is the impossible becoming real; or It is the kohl of a string on the forefingers of a guitar player; It is the explosion of astonishment on a beautiful lady’s waist;

The Thread

The Thread short poem

There is a thread so slender, connecting mother and child together, For eternity it will hold them fast,forever and ever it will last As the days and months and years go by, some things will make you happy, others will

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

My Sanctuary

My Sanctuary short poem

Slowly I walked into the coolness of the woods Serene quietness punctuated by the calls of the birds Scampering of squirrels amidst the moving shadows Cast by the leafy canopy of boughs and leaves As clouds play hide and seek

Again

Again short poem

Fell in love – again Felt another’s love – again Idolized someone- again Blossomed long after the spring- again. There won’t be pain – again Will pleasure be sweeter savoured, rhythmic pounding pouring together with you in me dissolving- again.

Something Wild

Something Wild short poem

That fugitive dream of shrinkage: a room in a room a door in a door. You were hurting the house affairs at midnight. The space accident starts dismanteling the life. Selective pain comes again. You start distancing from story touch,

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

Prizefight

Prizefight short poem

Time zone had become acidic. Wear the chador softly. Moon is coming out. Down rushing stillness croons. Someone is going to outwit the night. A night bird weighs the wind. Why do you stand alone? Desires will come relentlessly. The