Yearly Archives: 2014

Leaf

a poem by

Syam Madappattu

Frozen leaves
Bear the marks
Of betrayal

A toss
Between
Heaven and earth
Counts down
An oscillated life

Tonight
At my doorsteps
Frayed and frozen
A leaf takes its last breath
‘Dear, forgive me’

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Oh God, please give me a spark

a poem by

Bhavya Mathur

In this forest of darkness, I’m looking for a spark
The clothes are shrink, and the eyes can’t blink
Weary of the leaves , weary of the fog
Scary are these things in the dawn of logs
I’m not able to see someone,
I’m not able to listen to anyone
I’m feeling so lonely… Oh God, please let me go home
In this forest of darkness,
Oh God, please let me know my path

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Sorrow of the Soul

a poem by

Binu M Haneef

Screaming innocence, weeping motherhood
Barking barbarians, dying humanity
Oh Lord! Break your silence
Demolish the pyramid of blind faith
Destruct the world with gigantic waves
Let the sun rays never touch the earth

Moonlit night, dazzling stars
Roaring waves, blasting sound
Pale eyes, colorless dreams
Oh Lord! Let’s finish all the lessons

Sunny Morning , singing birds
Stepping to the world of wisdom
Gathering to celebrate a day
Beautiful sights, but suspicious clouds
Setting Sun in the middle of the day

Oh Lord! Unborn dreams , unread letters
Everything we left while dreaming
Everything we left while reading
Everything we left while sharing

Courageous numpty armed, exploding themselves
Ruin the entire world with the gun of shattered thoughts
Bloodstained footsteps, cluttered classrooms
And cut down budding innocent smiles

It was the heaven where we lived with beloved parents
It was the heaven where we were with our masters
It was the heaven where we spent precious moments with kinship
It was the heaven where we could meet illustrious people

Oh Lord! Please don’t give us a second birth
Since You made us helpless creatures
Please don’t give them a second chance
Since You made them merciless creatures

Oh Lord! Flying to the empty space ,
Hoping to the world of peace
Kissing the womb of mother,
Hoping she gets the warmth

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Fearless Shelter

a poem by

Shivaji Pandhare

Death chasing me, I chase your beauty with
Never say die passion not so hard but delicate
Place of your heart,
But bad intentions spread all over
Not let one step toward each other
No sign of blinking is enough, to live on
Bonded beliefs signed on paper seems
Humiliation of relation
And ask anybody for a cup of tea and chat
Feels underestimating cheap like whore
And what is exposed and disclosed self bio
So both never dare to ask and uncertain
Of positive reply from, live safe in moral
Trap very better
Losing one unique chance of meeting of two souls
Like two planets encounter after thousand years
Yearnings only, found no shelter to die fearlessly

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Love Plight

a poem by

Shivaji Pandhare

Sojourn on this earth
To engrave two sweet words
On my heart
Full body tattooed but heart remained
Intact
And it has to wait thousand years
Because nobody believes on your
Sweet crooning
What you show, what you express
Is not really you
Faithless fathom of deep deep mind
Whom you not recognize well
All that your only assumption
And beside world’s illusions
No match to your private password
You yearn a lot but all ignored as worst
What you humbly beg or plead and apply
Serving anywhere at the rate global
So you scribble whole night, your bio-data
For job passionately
It seems otherwise no significant evidence
To prove I exist in the world
Except these scattered things on bed
Which hallucinating me
That I belong beside world
With zero tolerance and no hassles
That path may be underground and has
To go alone in darkness with risk of life
Same story of antagonist may arise in
Love with some difference
How horrible is outcome in this hell
You dare to face the death
Even so many loving peoples around you

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Grey Goose

a poem by

Charudutta Panigrahi

How much do I trespass,
How much do I rock,
How much do I disorient,
I pledge now to trudge along,
Splash water playing on a dark rainy road,
All within.

Grey never colours,
Would never it seems,
But this heart,
Would never,
Stop in grey.

This shiver and darkness don’t move,
What do I do?

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Broken Flower Pot

a poem by

Shivaji Pandhare

Broken flower pot
As delicately shaped beauty
A sensible body arousing fire
Fell on the floor by mistake
Scattered in to many pieces, tiny like neutrons,

Death takes place like this
Keeps hand on your shoulder and you frighten
By unfamiliar face with wrapped cloth.
As love birds roaming to avoid familiar faces in the crowd

This broken flower pot as I mused on paper
Heart broken
For a while, words standstill
Personified as character to it
Victimized by bomb blast
Mouth plastered with agonizing pain,
Like a raped girl
With perished heart of roses.
Life’s absurdities.
Destroyed mentality
Or stricken dumb
World without definition
Life filled with cruelty and hatred
Nothing valuable remained, to achieve here.
What is beauty and its significance
If it vanishes like momentous breeze.
Once gathered together artificial flowers
Enlivened by myriad colours
Spread away, long away to search again
The song of migrated bird,
What kind of long life we got?
Even together we sense nothing, realize nothing
Then how we could remember that song of migrated bird?
This always fresh artistic life as love sign only
We really fade up with this useless fake life
Which always welcomes with same smile
To others.

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If it is possible…

a poem by

Shivaji Pandhare

Bored with harassment of rats
Brought a cat home as a pet
After few days of her night vigilance
We slept without a worry

But one day the cat drank the milk
And got rewarded by beating
Next morning we kept the milk in a saucer before her
Later she used to it.
Rats rattling stopped.
After a month
We found rats slept near the cat
Thought the rat may be dead
About to shake them with a broom
But stopped and took photo of them
To post it on facebook

Worried that past days would come again,
If this coalition is true.
How this miracle happened
With no discussion, no summit, no protocol, no mandate
You don’t know what horrible days would come again!

Fortunately rats ran away
Took the cat by the ears
To throw away on dumping ground.

I sent message to my friend
That I miss today, one miracle of love
Which man could never do in his life

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Backyard and Frontyard

a poem by

Pijush Kanti Deb

In the back-yard,
Spontaneous and talent-wise
Boundary, over boundary, single and others-
Each and every lively act of the magical bat
Enchanted the tumultuous crowd
To feel sporting in every winning or losing moment,
Emotional in their heartfelt expression
And proud to be a part of inspirational history.

In the front-yard,
The same thrilling act is still on-
But quite synthetic and script wise,
Well performed by a commercial rod
Ensnaring the luxurious mind and foolish brain
To feel more hilarious,
To become ever-blind
And compelled to be a part of a story-
Conceived and written by a non-sporting hand.

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Planet Earth

a poem by

Shivaji Pandhare

Waves of words abruptly
Knocking on my door untimely
Like flood
With agonizing voices of pain
But that odd time I lost my pen
No piece of paper near
Whole city drowned in darkness due to
War began with rivals
And person’s mind war never stopped
Like this odd time “take us out of this hell!”
Every scream interpreting me
Or is it my inner voice rising?
At last found a piece of paper
And my grandson’s k.g. pencil
Is it enough to write down their woes?
Paper was eager to tattoo on all his body
This one sign is enough to quiet all chaos?
I later found it was not my voice but very
Ancient historical thousand years old
Events recalling me and their relations with me inseparable
And once I felt that not only my self existence
Alone it is attached with cosmic super power
Like www.planetearth.com .

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Plathesque

a poem by

Anand Bose

I found the Rose,
full bloom, in the mild pot.
I found the imprisoned
stem and gazed at its
destitute thorns.
I smiled and
brushed my feathers off and found
the bird sinking its claws
into frozen imagination.
I opened the fragile
eye and floated a dream.

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Gibran and the Raven

a poem by

Anand Bose

Conjurer, dark’s carrier-
symbol’s undertaker.
Poets have spied upon you,
unleashing your symbolic mask
as an altar hovering with death.
Speak no more, the human’s
language.
Breathe easy bird
as you float subterranean wings-
heeding God’s calling.
Lonely,
misunderstood by the ages-
Voices of poetry chanting,
fear, death and mystery’s
blind alley.
“There you are now” said God.
“Go feed my prophet,
who is hungry,
who has withstood
the desert of knowing.”

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For a moment

a poem by

Shivaji Pandhare

Come monsoon dancing my heart upskirt
Tears in eyes waiting for you with thirsty lips
Plough in my body to sow seeds of more than hunger
Let it ripe with my knowledge of barrenness
So the shadow happiness never hug me
And wind never blows in my ears cradle song

I tried to forget my mother in foliage
One day my sad identity buried in this soil
Sky lonely never cries as before
Because nobody witness my death as human being
It needs to gather all in one my thousand pieces
What is impossible for you now
Because I never lived like that before for a moment

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Romantic Duet

a poem by

Anand Bose

The Sun has entered romance
with its rosy and pink hues…
Call me lover, and delight
in the rich oasis of the evening.
Let’s love our self’s as evening
paints the sky with ethereal colors.
What whispers have in your heart
for me…
Spoil me in the luxury of your passion…
Yes I miss your honey’d lips ,
Yes my tender dew drop …
My darling you are the color rainbow…
My lips would melt in yours
as easy a brook flowing…
I have planted many hugs in
my heart and I have sown
them with loving affection
for you.

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Ode to Psyche

a poem by

Anand Bose

Oh Psyche-
Floating on the
Romantic sedative air-
Your words are on
The wings of poetry.
You have seduced
The earth as an
Angel of flight.
Why have you
Left your charms
Besieged in
Your fragile body?
Yes, you release
A beauty
As a painting
Of flight.
You have left
The forsaken body
Of lust and you have
Traveled to the air-
A heaven now of imagination.

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