Rowling Poems

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My Inspirer – J.k.r

My Inspirer   J.k.r ode

I used to run far from reading, School didn’t dispel that feeling. Until your words worked open that door Hogwarts, I could never have explored. Your words were already read by them all I was curious but careless most of

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Please Explain (Part 2)

Please Explain (Part 2) short poem

I am me It’s self-explained My purpose in life A tedious game I came from within And I go where I must My life will soon end As it started in dust Space is eternal And teeming with life But

Longing

Longing short poem

Oh God I don’t believe you for irretrievable sins in me. My grandchild was asking why did you have to go? I had no answer. My eyes were damp. Okay, cannot hold you grandpa, will you come again? I was

Nurse

Nurse short poem

Hurried steps from room to room, bed to bed, Too many wounds and bandages soaking red. She has seen the ugliest of wounds, and her mind echoes those desperate cries, Yet she will always greet you, wearing her friendliest, warmest

Fabled Mother

Fabled Mother short poem

her innocence tumbled out behind her crumbs on the forest floor the spent her twenties sharpening the eyeliner pencil of her soul scent of sandalwood shade of kohl the thighs of her jeans were torn out by effort, not fashion

In Love…

In Love... short poem

Familiar looks, manners in sync, A slight acquaintance, a familiar hello, A warm smile and the mischievous wink, In you I see my good old fellow. Late nites and Long chats, Discussing life as it passed through, Somewhere amid those

Hung Over

Hung Over short poem

Well you swear up and down this morning I told you I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you last night… Well I must have been drunk off my ass and desperate to get

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator.

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator. prose poem

The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is

Kalam- Has He Departed?

Kalam  Has He Departed? long poem

India was always his heart’s throb On whose departure I and all sob Missile man has become his title But we must see to his strong will The target of his missile evils around That if we go deep can

Green Eyes

Green Eyes short poem

Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon

My Life

My Life short poem

My Life My life as I feel barren leaves of a tree in summer awaiting to blossom like jasmine buds in the early monsoon My life as I feel an empty vast field in hot summer withers every hope of

A Second Chance

A Second Chance long poem

Time drifted us, Love lost its charm, Self replaced ‘together’, Ego took over command, The bygone torments its very existence, Wish we could give it a second chance. A magical world surrounds, Mysterious yet beautiful A castle we build, of

Non-Fiction

Non Fiction short poem

I had always wondered If fiction is wrought Only in books and on celluloid. I know now, that fiction is when one by one the layers are pulled off. and the shadows that remain Is fiction. So when the boundary

India: Then And Now

India: Then And Now prose poem

They say Dreams are not Real… And, that it’s an illusion we live in! Would it have been possible, to think of our Independence, Of India being free, had not… the HEROES of our HISTORY dreamed of freeing it, from

A Silence On The Night.

A Silence On The Night. long poem

A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating

To Be A Poet

To Be A Poet long poem

Like everyone else, A poet has dreams Dreams to flow within the letters of the words That lead him closer to his destiny He is partial To imagine What the neural network Across the brain cannot Even if he was

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum

Ex Nihilo Ad Infinitum prose poem

He has half a mind to say nothing The other half won’t keep quiet Muttering to itself half listening Neither seems aware of the other But both handle the wheel with care Concentrating like a hawker hefting Objects to sell,

My Taboo

My Taboo short poem

Hollyhocks will not let me go; hold my hands. Shying away they were turning to ashes. In the night, wisteria emanates a hungry cry. Though wind had announced sun has not kept the promise. I gasp for the body silver

Love Sonnet 45

Love Sonnet 45 sonnet poems

I fall asleep with thoughts of you in mind, And think the same, the moment I awake, Each day turns out like past made to rewind, And every night, the same wish would I make; I pray respite from such

These Eyes

These Eyes short poem

within my chase of drifting in the wind have a good way to begin through night skies drift in all directions there must be time for confessing shadows block the tortured sky a smile from a lonesome child drifting ever

Bequeathal

Bequeathal short poem

My boy ! I give you cloudy sky of my youth. I give you my buttonless soiled shirt and lungs full of wonderful laugh ! T give you my desultory jaunts, in the middays of the city and lying on

Confusion

Confusion short poem

An unknown and unclear mask she wears Though she might fool everyone but not herself A hidden secret she cannot tell Then she said, “I’m just a little unwell”. Stuck between reality and fantasy So a scratch on the head

Me And My Thoughts

Me And My Thoughts short poem

My broken dreams have taught me that the one my heart gained is lost in the swirling tears of my eyes My success in life has taught me that believing in the ability of self matters more than not believing

History Was Walking

History Was Walking short poem

Death in meadow on leaves, under the sky. History was walking over the bodies of those who were in service to move the wheels of sorrow. The horror sinks slowly. They were killed without war. Unpaid debts of life, conflicts

Life’s Mystique

Lifes Mystique short poem

The one who is drunk do come and stay put while the one who is not drunk sure will come but stay away There is no need to take life seriously dear because none can leave the world without dying

A Rose To Propose

A Rose To Propose short poem

Aye, the rose stands alone with subtle powers to atone solitude and faith, will behold love between souls unfold Sadness flees, hands clutch tears melt away, hearts touch lips meet, with a tender grace two people face, lovingly embrace Silent

Take A Break

Take A Break short poem

If your heart gets heavy you might need a break, waiting too long could be a fatal mistake, From the top of the mountain to the bottom of the lake, It’s hard to say when we will wake, Maybe never,

Loveliest Of All

Loveliest Of All short poem

Beauty, beauty and beauty, This is all what she say; Her trees dance, dance the plants The birds are gay. Her people roam all about Working all the day; They rest at night and never fight, And peace is what

Relationship

Relationship long poem

Unknown to each other in the Real world Man and woman fall in love in Virtual world Though They are not in touch physically they feel they are inseparable mentally Without knowing each other how the other look they get

And Yet The Battle Rages On

And Yet The Battle Rages On long poem

His uniform starched and ironed parade style proudly, he stepped down from the squad van Nothing depicts him from the regular combatant except the fiber helmet, considering the hazard of his job; this looks pretty light, one would say He

My Angelic Love

My  Angelic Love sonnet poems

Could there be other angels half as fair? As sweet love of mine of the fairest heart? Here’s to tell everyone and all, beware, My love is pure, has changed not any part; Her aspect of such comely pulchritude, A

Dark Side Of Light

Dark Side Of Light prose poem

It is so cloudy, blue and black. If we could only see the end of the track. Heaven knows what we are likely to see. For what we really are is all we can be. It’s so sad that we

Where Are You Now

Where Are You Now prose poem

Another year has come and gone are Are you still singing that same old song. Stumbling through life wondering why, maybe it’s time to stop living a lie. Crying, life is unfair it will never Change, try letting Lord Jesus

The Lane Of Loneliness

The Lane Of Loneliness prose poem

I have been on this lane before, I have seen the disdain and more, I have known this dark alley These dark labyrinths, The stark deserted streets, I was that lonely lark Looming high upon the street, The street of

Morning That Is Sure To Dawn

Morning That Is Sure To Dawn long poem

I am sure the Morning that I desire would surely dawn one day When the darkness of the night melts down out of sympathy When the brightness of the day is lit up in Ecstasy I am sure the Morning

Flame Of Candle

Flame Of Candle short poem

When darkness conquers your world which was once filled up with light, when you are knocked down a thousand times , still you are ready to fight . At the very stage of life you need a flame of candle

Two Paths

Two Paths short poem

There were two paths it was up to me to choose, The path full of happiness or the path with tears and sorrow, I was alone, very alone at the place which was unknown. No one was there to support

Autumn Night

Autumn Night short poem

Dreaming autumn night is really an Unspeakable pleasure; he knows it. Therefore when dusk settles on earth Inviting blinking stars to showcase Their tiny births; when coy crickets Being too cold in season’s first dews, That drip from the cold

Turning Point

Turning Point long poem

I look at my body and still can’t believe, How did I manage to do this to me, How could I ever stand such pain, When I harmed myself time and again. I wanted to scream and I wanted to

Wag The Dog

Wag The Dog short poem

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