Poems published in February 2018


a poem by Akhil Kumar Mishra

I see a reflection, clear and silver white like Moon, moving but slow.

The reflection contains uncertain imaginations,
the crazy footsteps of callousness of yesteryear’s,
I hear the faint sounds of falling leaves and the unending silence of my surroundings.

Where are the phrases of love that came involuntarily once upon a time!
Repeating in my ears about the eternity of emotions and gratitudes of compassion?
Instead there is still a silence uncanny questioning why I melted so often.

Love is a shadow, stops when eyes define the boundaries,
a wall of hopes and aspirations, constricted in the vagaries of living.

I hold the doused flames of love in my betrayed hands and
smile at the transparent pains that cling to me to take forward.

Scary night

a poem by Chandramouli Eswar

Reddish eyes, moist palms, weary mind, gloomy night, not a single sight of life, everything is a sign of fearsome night
Howling Wolves’ scary sounds filling night full of fright, breakdown in a forest route, makes it muchmore fearsome plight

Blood-red moon shining bright, spilling light over trees through the darkest clouds of sky making shadows of fear everywhere on rocks
Deserted forest path in the midnight is calm and silent every side, every passing second is getting scary with the sounds of ticking clock

Raising heartbeat, profusely sweating body and those memories of childhood scary stories of grandma makes the night much more hard
Trying hard to fill courage to step out of the car to check the breakdown, finding not a nerve of dare to step from the car outward

Someone moving in the far-off sight, so white and bright appearing and disappearing into the darkness making it such a tensed night
Closing eyes and feel of pain over chest, as if someone is sitting over it, with the thought of ghost in eyes breath is going so difficult

Pain has reached pinnacles taking life out of the heart, slowly turned into death, such a painful wrath of darker forest night
Unaware of the reflections of the moon falling over the reflecting stones in the far-off sight, lost a life out of fear for the ghost

God’s play

a poem by Chandramouli Eswar

Tiger Tiger, standing bright in the darkest bushes with a fierce sight
Preying deer giving birth, for the moment to strike it’s blow of death

Lovely Deer, cuddling it’s fawn not aware of the Tiger’s plan
Feeding baby with the milk, waiting for the lovely dawn

Tiger, leapt through bushes roaring high, leaving no chance for the deer to fly away
Caught the deer with its mighty jaws sucking every life out of it in a beastly way

Deer is dying with a pain in body and heart, weeping for its lovely fawn
Rolling tears over the cheeks, trying to kiss its baby one last time, left its life by the dawn

Not aware of mother’s death, baby started to cry for a last time
Before the Tiger gave it’s deathly strike

God created the lovely deer with a hand and created Tiger to kill it with another hand
He created the beautiful nature with prey and predators everywhere

Rainfall tonight

a poem by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh

Let me return to past, let me recall tonight
With me cries, each corner and wall tonight

What let flowers to slit throat in my garden
Who has invoked the curse to fall tonight

My screams have awoken people from sleep
Separation to be mourned in rainfall tonight?

He might be Abbas-e-Ali collecting tears
Mourners have sighted him tall tonight

Mirza, your phone is ringing since evening
Who told you to deny her call tonight?

I will always love you

a poem by Arnab Kumar Roy

I have counted countless drops of moments of my life in search of you,
My spirit has danced with your shadow under the lovely sky,
At the break of dawn, your morning kiss has opened my eyes.
Your silvery laughter has filled my life with joy,
You have coloured my colourless drops of tears with happiness.

Every passing day you are my prayer to God,
You are the brightest star twinkling in the darkest room of my heart,
You are my past, present and future.
In the pages of my heart, I have drawn your face by colours of love,
The silence between us has expressed the inexpressible love.

Your beauty has played with the eyelashes of my eyes,
You are the reason of my life.
I will love you forever, my beloved.
In your arms let me breathe my last breath and die.

Endless Love

a poem by Arnab Kumar Roy

My love has found expression in countless forms, countless flames of candle…
My dreams have grown as a flower in shade of your hand,
Through the veins of my hopes your blood runs.
In the darkest room of my heart,
You have emerged as a pole-star piercing the dark.

My spirit has danced to the tunes of your smile,
Crystals of love have rained from the sky of your heart quenching my unending thirst.
My love has grown and re-grown shaping your universe,
You are the butterfly, which spreads its wings colouring my life.

In the colours of rainbow, I have drawn and redrawn your face in pages of my heart,
In the garden of your heart, I have grown as a rose spreading the fragrance of love.
You have breathed life into my heart,
Ageless time can never make us apart,
My love for you is forever, my beloved!

Rains make her Beautiful

a poem by Manoj A Pawar

She is flying her way back,
Looking stunning, racing on the winds.
But something was missing their;
Here comes the rain drizzling in with the steamy winds.
Making her moist, every single drop cleansing her.
She looks stunning now, like a shining star in a night.
Drops falling from every curve.
Wish I would have been there.

Don’t say how

a poem by Aayna .

Hey woman, you don’t need empowerment
You have your power
You need praise
Not an advice,
You are not made for gossips
You can live without lipsticks
You can climb, jump and crawl
You are who to choose
What, when and Why
You don’t need a forum
You need a moral
You can be ‘The’
When you erase ‘How’


a poem by Satish Verma

While drinking the long night
you became taller than the eternal
question, bitten by the moon.

Witch-hunting will not stop
in oligarchy. A human right
stands on the ivory gate to enter the dust.

The weightlessness is paraded
nude amongst the full-lipped
follies of ornamental speech.

The duende was lacking in palace.
Rivals held the moonlight.
Now the muse will become celibate.

A giant mantis hops on a podium
to bless the dying god, and the candle
burns whole night.


a poem by Vamsi Krishna Madasu

I am the one who completed my graduation
Joined in unemployment youth
Now staying alone
Day and day, everyday…

Now and still searching for a job
Pass and fail return test’s
Facing face to face interviews
Day and everyday fighting with me
For the mission

After the graduation, I thought I will live like free bird
It’s wrong and wrong and purely wrong
Every imagination not become real
Empty pockets not have value
The real value have only one thing
Money and money and money
Yet somehow I will be crazy
Hopeful on brain full to win something…

Weaving Silence

a poem by Satish Verma

Do I have a choice
before knifing the page
for a meaning, when I was
drowned in a nostalgia?

Cinchona bark. This was my
keyword for living bitterly
under a tryant inciting
the riots of colors.

The digital death comes as
a reward for insane truth.
You turn the back on home
and walk towards the sea

to count the empty shells on beach.
Here life completes a cycle
from emptiness to emptiness.
You are ready to go in void.

(On the death of Steve Jobs.)

The lost cat

a poem by Sanjana Boligorla

Every time I see a cat,
It reminds me of you,
The memories that you
Left me with are not a few.
They live in every tear
That reaches the ground
That you are not around.
I search for you in the blue sky,
You are something I can never find.
You are not a passing cloud
As you are always around
In memories I can never forget
And perhaps, one’s which I will never get…

Endless Life

a poem by Anuja Pandey

I want this day to end
I want this pain to end
I want my nerves to feel me
I want you to be out of my system

It’s you who left and it’s me who is left behind
Come back or take me.

This day seems incomplete, this sentence seems incomplete,
My breath seems incomplete

I tried to hold tight, I tried to stand straight,
but this feeling doesn’t go away

I die day by day

I know you don’t want me back,
I know you ended it for real.

But I still stand with the fear what if you were unclear.

My heart beats for you, my life is all about you
but now as you are gone, I am left with nothing at all

I want this day to end
I want this pain to end
I want my nerves to feel me
I want you to be out of my system

I am a girl

a poem by Kakali Paul

I am proud to be a girl
I am beautiful
I am precious gift of God
I have so much courage to change the world
I have so much power to create a new world
I am the goddess of Love and beauty
I have strong determination to win
But I can not feel safe from my cradle to grave
Because, any day I can be raped, any where, by any body
Because I am a GIRL

Lucifer and Lilith

a poem by Poumita Paul

Hail the spirit of pre-natural love!
The third day of Creation
After day parted the nights
Before the earth bore the greens
With earth and the sea
They grubbed me

With his craft I posed
His glow I shined
His eyes I dreamed
Amidst the pearls of Heaven
I sparked
Through the Chivalrous Morning Star
Hail the spirit of pre-natural love!

Hail the spirit of pre-natural love!
On the cloth of Venus
Lay the abode of love
Woods crecered, greens belled
Flowering the seeds and petals
Revere thy holy art
O great Lucifer!

‘Eden’ I spell
The beginning, the end
The bliss of time
O first lady!
Hail the spirit of pre-natural love!

Hail the spirit of pre-natural love!
Six seeds I sow this hour
The fruits of life
The dust crafts oblige
To strive the beginning
From the end

Fruit of ‘creare’
The first to cross
Recces the crafts
Of their self
Their exts we craft
The ints they must
By four next
Lay the fruit green
Love it preech
For dusts to beat
Two bends in left
Shines the purple ‘humere’
The shade of life
Worth the life
Sly to exist
Fruit of ‘cogn’
Would not lie far
Three leaps to dust
To limpid self
Souls to seek for eternity
A five mahagonies
Shall fall the fruit ‘soverain’
A taste of whose
Crash the parochials
Oneself greater than one
By one for one
The five seeds
Would bear seeds
Of fullness in life
For the last reward
Hides in red
In four twitching hands
‘Plaisir’ it is
Dusts seek flesh
Devoir to exist
Comes to full
O cherry Lilith!
Thy Lucifer intrigue
Hail the spirit of pre-natural love!

Hail the spirit of pre-natural love!
O the great thinker
My heart on thy feet
May pluralities be by thou
For they seek dust in dust
To bathe their glory
With no fleshy exts
Thou may fall
What for me?

Hail the spirit of pre-natural love!
Written in cards
Five to pluck
For no craft with trase
May pluck the sixth
Creation sans length
Wouls churn the power
Earth rests in earth
Fleshes would spell
Aware, sensed, tensed
May spell me devil
Or thou demon of ill
But shall no craft
Be craft for long
Hail the spirit of pre-natural love
Lights bygone
Shall relish the nocturnal love
Morning star unseen
Creeping up the sea rocks
Shall kiss the beauty world lusts for
Shining bright thou will
With every ellipse
Back the venus cloud
Shall make love
With the king of darkness
Hail the spirit of pre-natural love!