Puppets Poems

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Puppets on Strings

Puppets on Strings short poem

None our own devices in any scheme of things We all are but nothing than puppets on strings With advent designed for a set time on stage All expectedly ordained impossible to rearrange Often get manipulated and to probable comply

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Vessels

Vessels prose poem

We are but vessels of the creator, within, the culmination. The culmination of the creators experiment. How we look, what color, what sex, what nationality, irrelevant. What we produce is what matters, what we bring to the table. Has the

Poems containing references to : Puppets

Miss Fortune And The Poet

Miss Fortune And The Poet long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

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

The Leeches

The Leeches prose poem

Have you seen the leeches of society? Have you seen them crawling like snakes? Sucking off the life of everyone Have you seen them with their lawyers? Working the law so the rich get richer Talking of freedom and rights

The Harrowed Heart

The Harrowed Heart long poem

Only those with the wisest minds -the oldest eyes, remember the days of love truly lost. The woman with the rage speckled iris, the man with the world-heavy curved spine, Holding aloft thy heads as the wisping breaths of each

Life-2

Life 2 short poem

The chords of life Are in His hand. No one knows when Where and how Comes its end? We are just like Puppets in His hands Can do nothing To meet our ends. Like a flower Delicate we are Blooming

One. Two. One

One. Two. One prose poem

Where the tide line of reality and dreams appear We stand. Uncertainty and reassurance walking hand in hand. Enjoying the kisses of the salty breeze, at the same time feeding the wind it’s flavour. Unable to indulge in our creation.

The Puppet

The Puppet short poem

The puppet, strung up, made to move ever faster With time rises proficiency, it overtakes its master It craves the open air, it wants to test its wings The master cackles, “Fool, you know not what Fate brings” The puppet

And All Things Move Closer To Their End

And All Things Move Closer To Their End long poem

The air was thin, while the room was hot, My eyes scanning, spotting the warm glow of a dress, She whizzed and whirled, her youthful gait attendant to my plot, Two legs in unison, eyes like gilded jewels, breasts like

The Show

The Show short poem

All languages are just one word All life just one breath All waters are just one drop All sounds just one note All sorrow and pain All hurt and oppression Are just one side Of the same coin that’s flipped

Tender Fall

Tender Fall short poem

This bonded fear bids for power, Will I destroy myself in valley of puppets? War in dreams, of sins and morals of masked pretentions wears me off. Time rolls violently near the periphery, before it flies away. One chaste run

An eventful Day, Sometime Back

An eventful Day, Sometime Back short poem

Had marathon client meetings, Productive, some not so great and Towards the end of the day a reluctant Revisit to a very difficult customer. Crawling traffic, snarling cops, blaring horns and People playing charades of abuse of all kind. Energy

Prospero’s Storm

Prosperos Storm prose poem

And so ’tis done – drench is gone Salted spray no longer flies the wild air That grim Tempest, that did wax and surge deep, now makes only whispered remembrance of its fury and troubles not the delicate house of

Loving Love

Loving Love prose poem

We are socialized to obsess. Urban dictionary claiming it a synonym to the lost verb motivated. Treasure hunters for the GOLD at the end of the not so rainbowed pathway. Cartographers. Our lives a premeditated meditated analyzed strategic journey, consulting,

Winds

Winds short poem

Trapped in your body a city starts screaming. The master has broken off a huge iceberg. An Antarctica is burning like hermitage from the spark of a red robe. Lips are riddled with lies. No face is left to smile.

For It’s He Who Knows What’s Best!

For It’s He Who Knows Whats Best! short poem

One day I was alone, With pain and groan. No one was with me, to listen to my plea. I could see people suffering, But could do nothing. I could hear their cries, But couldn’t stop their sighs. I could

Festivals

Festivals short poem

Festivals come and Go The Rich celebrate with gusto The middle class try to appease God and they celebrate too The poor and down trodden left wondering what is it all about When your kitty and tummy is filled you

Silhouettes

Silhouettes short poem

All we ever see are Silhouettes, They stand, about to leap, They take deep breaths. Dust scatters, as they are hesitant. I want to leap,but I’m a pessimist. For none see the impending regret. All we ever see are Silhouettes,

Time

Time long poem

Where are you time? Infront of us Or behind us Walking with us. Or you make us walk. To him you brought it. They saw his body melt, Day by day bit by bit And then one day you had

The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer long poem

I read, I play, I live, I laugh, I smile I curse, I bless, then I feel something, and I stop and start thinking for a while, that whatever is going on, in me, or on the outside, is it

The Puppeteer

The Puppeteer short poem

Photo by Ungry Young Man I read, I play, I live, I laugh, I smile I curse, I bless, then I feel something, and I stop and start thinking for a while, that whatever is going on, in me, or

Definition De La Beaux

Definition De La Beaux long poem

Billions of billboards and floods of commercials Bombard and pollute young minds and our values Where social vices overwhelm visual material So, what are standards of beauty and virtue? Is beauty really only skin deep, let the young ones judge.

Flying Beard

Flying Beard short poem

like ether, permeating all space mesmerizing, he walked away, head of his enemy in his hand, like a trophy? frighteningly orangish a decapitated body shudders. The holy war demands its price of a joke. The face of red and blue.

If only I had a döppelgänger

If only I had a döppelgänger long poem

If only I had a döppelgänger, I’d peacefully live my life of languor, Entirely at my own sedated pace, For me he’d run with rats of human race. Then, entirely at my own leisure, I could entertain my simple pleasures

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The Battle Inside Of Me

The Battle Inside Of Me ode

  Inside me there’s this unique unstoppable and ever-growing fear I cannot live without spitting a lie out of my mouth At first I think I’ll be saving my own skin , but it keeps on getting worse My lifestyle

Thirst Of A Human Touch

Thirst Of A Human Touch short poem

I wandered in the woods – No humans around. No feelings , no worries, no cries and laughter, Only the chirping of Birds, Howling of Jackals, buzzing of Bees heard around. The Trees were bouncing in the wind- The cool

Destiny

Destiny short poem

My soul desires to get there, It won’t be by fate I think, To keep my ways clean, Yes I long to get there, Will you make it my better half? They say chosen few will make it there, I

Fallen Woman

Fallen Woman short poem

you know what I am able to do I take a guess about you you say “everyone has feelings for you” don’t clarify that means anything to you why do people trust you? I’ve always wondered “what you do” you

Drowned Town

Drowned Town short poem

Playing at frogmen Frank and I take Goggles to the lakes a bit west Of his old stomping grounds, his soul Still not easy with Arkansas Pontoon boats are easy to rent, easy To drive, bare-chested and basted With tanning

Picture Perfect

Picture Perfect short poem

I was obsessed with ‘Picture Perfect’, I searched the world inside and out, Looking for a single moment when I could say, This is what life’s all about. My life was viewed through lenses, My camera- a medal worn with

Untitled

Untitled long poem

He was vanquished All the same, Died, like the birds in Philadelphia Dead is the watchword; Death was the unholy friend Longing for some quiet But there’s a noise inside my head And the noise is uninviting The walls are

Prejudice A Scourge

Prejudice A Scourge prose poem

A scourge Of mankind. Hate A person Before we talk and walk That is no way Right. It is every way Wrong. want a special kind Of prejudice. wish to pre-judge Everyone beautiful Lovely gorgeous Redeemed Forgiven And love them

Safe In my Slumber

Safe In my Slumber short poem

Safe in my slumber Where it is only me who creates They frown upon my dreaming state Safe in my slumber Along side my fears They ask me why dawn brings tears Safe in my slumber Where I am in

Simple Irony

Simple Irony short poem

….in search of God….. Simple Irony ……. ……His Compulsion….. Infinite Niti-Grities will Appear …. Whenever You’ll ….. Attempt to be Rich ….. In Thoughts …In Words …In Action ….. Unaccounted Stillness will Steer ….. Whenever You’ll …….. Prompt to Switch

Under The Shadows

Under The Shadows short poem

Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has

Rest In Pieces

Rest In Pieces prose poem

Walking through the twilight between reality and myth Stepping in the shadows of cross and monolith Chinese whispers running through religious verse Fairy tales told from baptism to hearse Children kneel, hands clasped with bowed heads Praying for angels to

I Will Glow More

I Will Glow More short poem

A river was frozen in my chest, O God – I choose a burning boat to reach you. My planet has become a broken bridge. Voiceless hymns are haunting me. Standing in a remote village of words, my poetry beside

White Fear

White Fear short poem

Poetry wound and a large schism starts an invasion. Numbness pours out. You become nobody; depart without a farewell. A crazy word is lost and a delirious search is initiated. Bit by bit coexistence is found between the sheets. Unwrap

Children

Children prose poem

We are mere children of the void. Specks on an infinitesimally small mote in limitless space. Lost by size, overlooked by indifference. A universe indifferent to our existence. The stars will shine, the planets will spin regardless of our future.

My Flower Fascinated

My Flower Fascinated short poem

I left that red rose in her dressing desk But found in the evening as untouched but dried Tho’ I reminded not to forget among her other task Unable to control emotions, my soul too cried I just asked her