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A Sightless Explorer
She, an anonymous Inheritor of mighty fervour
Riding on the bank of autumnal blue river;
Today, sky has wrapped up with triumphing blue
Rain commands the universe with Heaven’s wide bow
She gently hopes for nursing their composed charm
Seeing some scattering sprinkle of receding rain on greenery grass
Quite breathing of wetly field wreathing on heavenly high
Stretches her fluttering wings to love the fresh fluffy sky
Adventuresome stretchy touches adore the youngest hue-
Dear rainbow behind engrossed whitish clouds that is new
Shivering foliage kiss her zealous spirit in innocent being
Pouring upon mass warmth of her courage’s brink
Gathering clouds on soft-lifting winnowing wind
Weaving far on airy top in mighty brimming fear
Her touch might spoil their delicate rosy blossoms
But she? still in the weaving grasp of wafting perfume
Her sprightly heart was towered tall
Thirsty faith went strong for a friendlier call
Lot of dreams lulling in her sanguine dream
Everything shines bright in her sightless solemn realm.
Mousumi
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Writing poetry
is
Practicing penance.
Words trouble you
like wanton desires-
Unbridled, burning and cheating.
They play a whore,
and titillate you.
You become meditative-
like Buddha.
You attain austere posture,
and aim at self-immolation,
Ultimately finding Self
Wounded by desire.
Bhavin Purohit
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Michael Jackson - Gone Too Soon
Like a tune unborn,
In the womb of a song.
A step unperformed,
On rhythm of the heart.
Like a secret unheard,
In drapes of whispers.
A word unsaid,
In embrace of death bed.
You passed by.
No tears; no sighs,
So strange seem our eyes.
O King of Pop,
To serenade stars and croon,
And to walk over the moon,
You’ve gone too soon
You’ve gone too soon.
Our silences are eloquent today,
As we raise our hands to pray,
This is all we can mumble, and say:
They say you died,
We know they lied.
If there’s ever a moment,
To prove that you exist,
This is it.
Prakash Gowda
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Haiku On Bonden Festival
Sending out steam
dedicating Bonden
New Year's Festival
The first Bonden
rushing into the shrine
Coming-of-Age Feast
From Hindu skies
does the wild goose carry
Bonten
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GULLI- DANDA [ A KIND OF PLAY IN NORTH INDIA] Making a small pit, Placing parallel A five inch long wooden piece,[gulli] Sharped from both sides Then taking a long stick,[danda] Made it to fly, Then…
Started by DR.RAM SHARMA in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 9 hours ago.
Goodbye Mrs. Boa
Boa, a 85-year-old woman was the last member of the 'Bo' tribe and the last speaker of the 'Bo' language. She lived in the Andaman islands. Boa died on January 26 and in her death she took her tribe…
Tagged: Assam, Nazrul, Humanity, Poetry
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Count Me Blessed
Its genesis was unassuming, a query, its form-The outgrowth obviates, all should conform! A presence as soothing as her own name, A spirit no one could ever possibly tame; As the night wants for the…
Started by Maurice Harris in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 1 day ago.
Empyrean Gifting
Each morning I awakened, in the tracks of my own tears; My heart was broken that day and has been, for years! God sent me an Angel, to allay my fragile heart's ache-Assuring me, my life's return, no…
Started by Maurice Harris in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] Feb 7.
Corrosion 2 Replies
The bruised unseeing eye Of a battered blind world Greenhouse gas tears oozing Running down, corroding The ethics of self preservation A withered sick body Sprawled out on the barren shores…
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April's Food 1 Reply
Sacks of rice, stacks of mice, Waiting Not in the mood To discuss food Golden wheat, ripe and reaped Spread at our feet but Not in the mood To discuss food Sunday roast, have some to…
Started by Marcella Henderson-Peal in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ]. Last reply by sreekumar kariyad 1 day ago.
HOME
I roam alone and moan and moan I am alone and have no home I live under covers of skin and bone It is so hard, it is so cold, Allow me to be so bold As to conjure up a world of hope, My fictive…
Started by Marcella Henderson-Peal in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] Feb 6.
PSYCHE and ECHO
The bedroom is unlit save by the silvery light of the moon. From time to time, headlights cast yellow intruding beams on two bare walls and two bare bodies.…
Started by Marcella Henderson-Peal in Drama and Theatre Writings Feb 6.
True Justice
If there were true justice, I would not have to gatherThought of thee from moments far gone, but ratherWould be witness, each day, to thine own graceAnd not be reduced to this time, in this 'place'!…
Started by Maurice Harris in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] Feb 6.
St. Valentine's Day (2010) 1 Reply
My beloved-upon this day of love's celebration, I must attempt to explicate, my heart's elation! I now live, cause be to you, and in each and every wayAs though every moment were always St. Valentine…
Started by Maurice Harris in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ]. Last reply by sreekumar kariyad Feb 5.
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Wordless Whispers!
Wordless whispers that touches the heart
A gesture that caresses the mind
A feeling that frees me from my fears
Of a lonely tomorrow!
Wordless whispers that resonates
the wall of inner beauty
And travels through timeless space
To explore the fervid waters
Of a warming friendship!
Wordless whispers that promises to quench
And yet keeps you gasping for more
Heady in intensity
Just does not let you go!
Wordless whispers that floats around
In a lagoon of still moments
Moments that are stolen from the time zones
That fail to acknowledge
The grace of still quantum!
Wordless Whispers that touches the heart
And makes me celebrate this feeling
That grows bigger within me each day
And propels to find happiness
In little things that mean the world!
Wordless whispers that celebrates the presence
Of a will so strong that it fails to muffle
The emotions that can be felt only
If there is not a word spoken
and yet a thousand promises made!
Priyanka Nath
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When a needle pointed to me
When a needle pointed to me, She sat and asked,
Where were u hiding?
Is it in world of caffeine?
When tune rises the notes reached a high.....
She asked,
Why are you reaching,
In the pain or
In the high level of mist
When she called to make mind
Time left us like a sharp needle
When she was staring with her brawn eyes
A set of compasses pierced into my heart with the pain of the past
Oh my long way…..
Why don’t u die?
Why don’t u give us a curve?
Can a shrub cover the mountains?
Can tears calm the fiery heart of the sun?
Can the sweat drops make sea?
Can salt oppress the fish?
She came and touched:
Why can’t we fly with the stormy lust of sky and earth?
Why can’t we reach the edge of the history of entangled nerves?
Why can’t we hear the wail of wounded trees?
Oh my windy scarf, why don’t u cover my bleeding brain?
Oh my lazy feet, Why don’t u walk towards a pair of shoes?
Oh my laughing lips of light...
My roaring wave of dark.....
Why don’t u say you are the fingers of death?
Why don’t u say when my only tuned string strummed with dissonance..
Oh my shivering lips,
Why don’t u keep in it the torrential flow of kisses?
Why do u fill in it the fear of the ocean?
Yes the ocean s heart is breaking with a volcanic eruption...
Can the gentle breeze of a fan console a storm after its destruction?
Yes let it, it s time is over, it is late
Oh dear! The needle is coming towards us
Yes on other side of us like night and day
Because the clocks are made by us to segregate.
poly varghese
Featured Short Story
Chief Minister`s Wrath
Grief can take care of itself,still you must have some body nearby to share it with. This life is a lonesome battle,I perceived this message after the appearance of Sanatan Mishra that made me closer to the riddle of this life.I envisaged the distance between life and death.How long and short too this journey beyond one`s knowledge. A man has no authority in living. He has to live with the orders of an unseen fate. This life is full of mystery infatuation, in one side the belongingness to include among the crowds of life and on the other side has to tend to become callous to avoid the stubborn voice of death.But the pace of that ringing voice follows the man and gets so close to him one day and rings all around him louder and forces a life to surrender. Where no alternative is left except surrendering to that voice....more
surendra pallai
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