Rituals Poems

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Rights Over The Dead

Rights Over The Dead prose poem

Ceremonial Rituals in Hindu Religion smacks the logic Daughters and Sons though born in the same womb are differentiated Son’s carry the paternal ancestral legacy while Daughters are abandoned midway to assume In laws legacy Sons may not look after

Dot

Dot sonnet poems

Dot maketh a man blind, beware of the outcome ’tis a drought, fandangle dingus maketh a relationship, acerbic as rum ’tis not an espousal, ’tis a fungus Humans , worshipers of everything Gods, demons or a fane find occurrences to

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Darkness, Rain And Farmers

Darkness, Rain And Farmers ode

Two stars partially shrouded with clouds, Standing in the terrace to behold the glimmering horizon, That was Sikkim. Days after the torrential rain, And death People’s bodies were beneath the debris, And trees Be it heat or frigid, poorer dies.

Forgotten Purposes

Forgotten Purposes short poem

And you with me sloped on a crested deep Both swirled in garbs of eastern ochre hue eye viewing eye – the scintillating view to melt within and spring in wistful sleep. The whiff of thawed out selves wilt, wane

The Girl in Red Sari…

The Girl in Red Sari... long poem

Heavens descended Agni, Varuna, Indra & Yama¹ lined up To witness a Swayamvar² Of a heart with a soul, A reunion on earth & a Meghdutam³ With a cloud as pen The universe as canvas Was asked to describe The

Today Is Not Today

Today Is Not Today short poem

The same rhythm of a million years, Today is not today. The same rituals of splintering spheres, All acts of the same play. The same longing that filled The first vagrant lone poet. That grew and dreamt and then distilled,

Siachen Avalanche

Siachen   Avalanche prose poem

O you callous peaks of Siachen Cruel have been your whims illogical and insane beyond words To unleash your deadly powers on dutiful soldiers at work was not an act of bravado but the most condemnable deceit . Look every

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

Daughter

Daughter short poem

Born today on unknown earth I wrapped you up as my own I take you on my lap as precious You’re ignorant child for me You’re God’s gift for me How to make you a woman I think How to

Eternal Rest

Eternal Rest elegy

Last few glimpse of a lying soul, Was seen behind ten heads Oh! Life, Is so uncertain Gains Maya when alive And attains Moksha ultimately Pride, prejudice, love and sacrifice What’s the point when it means nothing? Afterlife? Who can

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother !

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother  ! prose poem

She is a Mother Yes , She is . By all definitions . For she has given us birth Nurtured and brought up And enabled us to live this beautiful life ! Though invisible , sans flesh and blood She

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round ode

Panoply of mystical elements o’ breath aired per millennia times two resonated veritable pantheon of superstitions fired imagination as catalyst viz homo sapiens fore head tugging simian beard whence bygone agents provocateurs fueled tens of previous generations bred Manichaeism credo,

Earth Centric

Earth Centric prose poem

We delude ourselves, always have, still do. Center of everything, gods’ favorite, we knew. How immature! We follow rituals begun thousands of years ago. Started by those who knew next to nothing of where they lived, their place in a

Kingdom

Kingdom prose poem

It is, first and last, my small kingdom. It has a ceiling closing off on me the gates of sun, stars and curses; it has walls ornamented by my dreams, and a mirror which sleeps whenever darkness passes by. At

Brutal Time

Brutal Time short poem

Innocent inside the circle, you reached nowhere. Dirty hands on the knob kept the century locked. Carbon footprints were deepening under the sun, blue bird circling in vain. The jealous moon exiled to black hole. The dust of the brutal

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

Lonely Planet

Lonely Planet long poem

Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music

Lonely Planet: Part Three

Lonely Planet: Part Three long poem

11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,

Thought 2

Thought 2 long poem

The city appears with three folds The wintry upper sky is quite red With dim looking sun The middle level is foggy, Zero level is full of chill wind. The man you had seen in last summer on narrow street

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True Beauty

True Beauty long poem

Hello there! I see you’re sad, What?! Why are you making a big deal out of irrelevancy?! Yeah, You been called ugly, so what?! I’ve lost count the number of times I have been called ugly. Don’t let it getting

Twilight Delivery

Twilight Delivery long poem

The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment like a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I

Nothing More And Nothing Less

Nothing More And Nothing Less short poem

I am awake on my bed but I did not even sleep last night because of my broken heart that bleeds all night. What can the preacher preach that the teacher did not teach as I reach for greater heights

Can’t Stop It Flowing

Cant Stop It Flowing short poem

The sound of guns may scare the birds on the trees, but rob not their songs. Autumn withers the leaves, but the flowers forget not spring— the time they should throng. Soldiers are killed here by the strangers of the

Change

Change short poem

People changes I have heard of it. But did not know that they will end up without exchanging a word.. They were lying in each other’s arms Holding their hands tight. With a silent promise to be each other’s forever

Speramus Meliora

Speramus Meliora sonnet poems

Hope is a flower growing in the heart A tender thing that has its roots in stone Hope asks for nothing for its growth to start Except, perhaps, just to be left alone. That bud of hope does no one

Let Me Fly

Let Me Fly short poem

Don’t tie me down… I’m afraid I’d get smothered. Don’t hold me back… I’m afraid I’d never revive. Don’t chain me with unseen shackles… I’m afraid my soul would shriek in pain. Don’t slay my wings… I’m afraid my dreams

Toxicity

Toxicity short poem

You’re my personal brand of cocaine, surely you should suppress the suffering and numb the pain. My rose petal lips are engulfed in your kiss of death. I worship at your feet, when I have you, who really needs meth?

The Magic Bed

when another (anointed as lady lucky) resident renter bequeathed her bed prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse slept on the floor like dogs dead tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, especially when tummies got well fed and

Cole World

Cole World short poem

We feel, the rage See the transparent tears Create the devastating destruction Paint the blood on The world’s picture But in the limbo of it all We remain stuck simply declining The correct motion that Most as a whole desire

There Is No End

There Is No End ode

Oneness of creation Simple observation A disease is there Herbs will care Are you feeling ill? Is your face dull? A medicine plant Flourishes to grant Healing To ease your painful feeling A perfect nature Surrounding you With balance and

He Strums

He Strums ballad

He strums my heart away With each fleeting day Memories come in array Wish such moments were here to stay I wonder if it’s me or just his way! Should he stop I’d fall to dismay! Who knew fingers could

Time To Move On

Time To Move On short poem

Memories tug at my heart strings Making me turn around, But in my step, I must get back the spring I mustn’t look back, lest I be forever bound. It’s time to move on Time to forget old dreams. The

The Rest Of Me

The Rest Of Me short poem

That was the dreadful night when my world went upside down, Tough decisions were made but still I count, The smiles the sorry the vows that were so profound, It just hit me hard now when ever they come around.

Life’s Toast

Life’s Toast short poem

Difficult it becomes, the secret of the judgement and metamorphosis of the painted cotton into a stained truth. To save the present tense. A dangerous crowd of vowels to express the incomplete moment of watery teeth, so hung, while misspeaking

Stars Under My Feet

Stars Under My Feet long poem

Holding back – tears, Holding back – all reservations. Holding back – all my questions.. With a broad smile.. And a promise to be back.. Touched the cheeks, Kissed the forehead Bid goodbyes.. And didn’t turn back, To see your

She Told Me To

She Told Me To prose poem

She told me to../She hold my hand while i wallow in cry, war has end that was what i thought it will be, destruction in captive , that is what we will all be, soldiers against us, that what it

I Will Think Of You

I Will Think Of You short poem

When the skies lie burdened with heavy clouds, When the buds yearn to bloom, but for a ray of sun, When the fires grow weary of burning evermore, I will think of you. It slices my conscience into slivers of

The Tango

The Tango short poem

Lips tremble like sentinels when legs burn like candles whole night, in the pocket a grenade explodes; a girl gets raped in broad day light to receive a compensation under a leaky roof of frozen hunger: the emptiness in bed

Primary Group

Primary Group short poem

They were that kind of people clapping with their heartbeat like caught fish slap their tails against the ground they cheated on life from time to time smiling with tight lips stretched in a straight line faking laughter clasping teeth

Miserable

Miserable short poem

Some get disturbed without reason some feel miserable for some reason Some acts hysterical for unknown reason Little do we realise misery is self created We give importance more to the earthly desires Seldom we understand the importance of our