Recent Poems

Stone smile

a poem by

Rita Malhotra Dr

The riverside rock
Bemoans its mute existence
Dry days lie in tatters
Uncertainty lurks behind
Iron-black nights

Through deep shadows
In its eyes
The stone watches
The riverbank come to life
As lovers nestle
In the shelter of darkness
Between walls of the winds

Burbling waters wind their way
Past the mute riverside stone
Touching teasing
Sometimes mocking

Time arrives, beckons, summons
In a momentary lapse of reason
The stone uproots itself
To embark upon
Its course of destiny
Obliging time

Forging desires, it races ahead
In search of new land
Where stones too can smile

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Living for that day

a poem by

Anurag Barman

Living for that day
When the world will be mine,
Not like today,
Being like a drudge.

Living for that day
When I will be free
From all pain and tensity
Which I embrace today.

Living for that day
When people will listen to me
Instead of hearing them
Recognising my worth.

Although it seems futile
And tends to put an end,
Still kept awake by wit
Just to live for that day.

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The ticking cursor

a poem by

Anuja Pandey

The ticking cursor irritates me, as if it’s teasing me.
Teasing me, staring at me, as if it doesn’t give a ****.
I kept looking back at it, asking him to shut up.

But my brain shuts and heart opens, trying to write all the shit that just happened.
Why can’t my thoughts process slow, slower than my hand move,
Why can’t my hands move faster as if it’s my mobile keypad.

Write, write, write and what not to write,
What if someone reads,
I kept stopping myself, whenever I felt it is just my belief.

Belief to fall in love and rise again or just keep drowning to the deepest shit.
My heart knew what I felt but my hands kept moving totally extremes.
As if my hands could think, of those unsaid flings.

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Cruel to Life

a poem by

Amshudharsai K

Felt jealous when other smiles hit me
Not only as guardian but also from off spring
Darkness was not my unhappy
But it is my lonely being

My sis and bro are my caffeine
They chat, chill and make love
Passed every dark in hope of light
But left with only watery eyes

Met with my delights
Had gone through a play
Which turned me to be humble
Known the sense of pride in divine nature

Was like sarrogacy
Borrowed happiness from other cuteness

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The most usual thing

a poem by

shyam_sundar_g

The next easiest thing
Will be the previous one
The done and dusted
With a blue print
Of how it will pan out

The next toughest thing
Will be the yet-to-occur
The unknown and uncertain
Can’t have a sneak peek
Of what will it be

The next interesting thing
Is the happening one
Runs without a halt
Right in the middle
Thinking of the other two

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Victory

a poem by

Aditya

Bellicose ten heads–
ten tops of a mountain dark,
shatter, thou lives to shreds
as a wrath apocalyptic stark.

When…
Raavan with a whoop
trampled the troop
of robust apes and mighty bears.

Then…
Undaunted Sun-Scion,
Human-Narayan
dashed! Slaying despairs

Swift, infallible, arrows divine
devour demonic grisly gore
‘Mercy! Mercy!’ myriads pine,
skulls depraved, clog ashore.

Aflame, agile
arrow- missile
upon a chariot Raghu-nayak cast

Demon- debacle!
Raavan ramshackle,
stumbled to floor fore a blast!

Tyrant Ten heads
Ram beheads!
Pares Dashanan‘s arms a score!

But…
all in vain,
arms, skulls slain
Revive! aloud, the demons roar.

Again, again Raghu–nayak strives
again, again Raavan revives!

Lord of Lords, ineffable Ram
treasure trove of bliss and charm,
tussles! as a man, manifest
puts Vibhishan’s creed to test

Anguished, Raghunath grimaced.
beheld Vibhishan, Ram in plight
unto God the devotee raced
Shankar mulls – “What a Sight!”

“At stomach-knob O’ Ram thou aim
dwells elixir divine within
Ram the bolts agile, aflame!
Vanquish Ten abodes of Sin.”

The string of Time
bridging the ends of Nature’s arc
pulls cerulean being sublime
gainst the realm-demonic dark!

Bolts voracious serpentine
shattered Dashanan’s knob divine!
turned demonic heads to crumbs!
Fore Shri Ram, Raavan succumbs.

Rumbles the troop- Hail Shri Ram!
Shesh, Mahesh Bramha with Sam-

“Crown atop of locks unkempt
big lovable eyes that tempt
long lithe limbs leonine
who wields a dazzling bow divine

Frame cerulean smeared with gore
who slayed the mighty brutes of yore.

‘Tis Ram! Whom Shruti eulogized,
Primeval, Brahm personified.

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Emotional hunt of crush

a poem by

Amshudharsai K

My dumb Beauvoir had suggested me not to be known
You pulled me towards you
Your glorious cheeks and childish smile like glaciers sliding
Spat me to extroversion

Jaan what’s my mistake
I walked the way you like
I dreamt the position of your dearest

My anger on you mean the love
But not the filter to not let you in

If kick back is your answer
Then it may be a respect
But it can’t be a resolution to my emotional hygiene

I can’t drive you to my love
I can’t let you to hate me

I can turn your swings to the right
I can be the everything you want

I was the broken
I suffered by the moments you made

You had turned me to be the enrichment in social
You had turned me to be the dreams of my dears

I can’t near you
Without your consern

Please be the part of my feeling forever
This is not just my emotional hunt
This is a morphine to my pain

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Sharpening Pencil

a poem by

Sharad Rajimwale

I cut my finger while sharpening
the pencil

I must sharpen it.
They sharpen their daggers and swords
to spill unknown blood.

But we need pencils sharpened
to save life.

I cut my finger.

A drop of blood oozed out
on the white paper
slowly filling it with its own legend.

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The Virtual World

a poem by

Anurag Barman

Lost into yourself;
Exist another parallel world
Where only you exist
Leaving the real world behind.

A world without boundaries
And happenings to your instincts;
From past to future
Changes in tune with your will.

A place almost like a mirror
But everything is virtual
Where you can take the best form
And wishing it to be real.

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Will it be fine?

a poem by

Kanish .

You may be beyond my imagining,
I wanna make my dream
of your, in any mean.
Your fantasies, your desires.
May be out of reach.
In spite, I wanna it be of mine.
I’ll fulfill. Will it be fine?

May have hesitation to say
You may counter my way
With trick ‘n’ play,
Will try to make,
you on mine track.
May feel imposing sometime.
I’ll negate. Will it be fine?

Always I’m there
When you’ll upset
Illogical jokes of mine
will try to flirt
and make you out.
Always ready,
with such foolish guts,
I’ll tease. Will it be fine?

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Time frames me

a poem by

Amshudharsai K

I am something
I am trained by Indus valley system
I am unknown when wordy stuff are my tests
I am not competitive when I push myself to comfort
Thought that some look like a rainbow
But it had shown the empty box

I skipped, tried and got deceated
I bewilder to understand your “feeling of importance”
Sometimes I am stuck
I am alone

Your thought to teach
Is unconventional
But your conveying made me stable
Thank you life, letting me to know myself

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Femininity

a poem by

Nadeem Zia G

Femininity thy kind so fragile
Yet thine art so divine

Your nature sublimely so agile
For thine soul is His shrine

Thy name is embodiment of love
Yet your strength is of mighty courage

Though your tenderness is that of dove
Lest when exploited beware of your rage

Your morphing hues in life
Of a daughter, sister, wife and mother

Each full of passion and rife
Thou harbinger of life for further

I bow my head before you with humbleness
Oh thou essence of greatness

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To rule over my heart

a poem by

Amber Kumar

Her soft mocha skin, where glaciers slide,
her eyes with galaxies and nebulas within,
and her fingers orchestrating this heart of mine.

Her breaths like breezes adorn my rusty palace of tin,
her semblance, a canvas embedded with bubbly art fine.
The mountains and oceans are nothing but petty bumps and puddles compared to her,
for she is above all and everything,
seraphic deity, celestial delicacy,
a lady of unmatched beauty,
a girl with diamonds in her hair,
a lass with sempiternal dusk in her stare,
a fox with such tempting snares,
The only Queen to rule over my heart.

Her voice melts in my ears,
and echoes in my vessels forever.
My throat burns up with words,
words wanting to line themselves in front of her eyes.

You shall hear my pleas through the dusty winds and chirpy birds,
through shimmering leaves and crackling fires,
through chiming icicles and the clearest crystals.

For I have spoken, and I have spoken enough,
I would rather you look than hear,
for you see dear one,
we share the same sky and stars,
the same sun and moon,
that like mirrors shall reflect us from one place to another,
and I wish to see your likeness through them forever,
so cherish these few things we have in common,
for the differences are endless, and my dried up heart,
now lifeless.

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What my heart says

a poem by

Aditya Sharma

Follow it and you will achieve great;
Have to know first what it says, to follow;
Confused itself, know not what to say;
Whisper sometimes, says something.

Take this path, fly in your own direction;
Fly hard, do not rest;
Desire in eyes, will get there if got passion.

Passion, yes! Passion or wish, what it is?
But wait, you tell me that, loud and clear;
And he whispers sometimes, says something.

Not clear in foggy mind, stumbles upon that;
Take that path, hit the fortune;
Paint other side of yours,
With the picture in me you desire.

Wandering now, nothing is clear;
Clear is this, that I am lost;
Lost in thoughts like a dot;
A dot that is lost in middle of a line;
Each and everyone followed by millions of dots lost in each other.

Hope I soon find that dot he agrees with;
Which will lead me to my next curvy line;
With charming turns and life that fulfill my wish;
Wish or passion, know not what it is!
And he whispers sometimes, says something.

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Child Story Book

a poem by

Arunkumar D

Tiny best story on earth
Dreaming everytime in my mind
Daddy bought a candy everyday
Jumping on the high in the sky
Mummy hugged touching my pinky cheeks
Kiss miss kiss miss on my naughty lips
Kicko kicko with those spongy toes
Wua wua fussy busy child
Races rockstar anytime never stops
Says thathathatha thathathathathai
Twinkling twinkling little pupil balls
Yummy yummy tasty belly jelly
Peacock feathers mesmerising soft hair
Funful days while growing little babe

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