Category Archives: Leisure

Rhyme that’s Hypnotic

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I want to write a poem but can’t think of a title
And I know I can’t start coz that’s what is vital

I try writing stories but can’t think of a plot
So this makes two that I am not good at.

I try blaming myself for nothing I can do
But there it goes again and I find something I can actually do

So now I have decided that I won’t try anything more
So now I try to not to try anymore

Oh!! I am confused I really am
But I am hard as a rock and sweet as jam

I write like a kid in a weird rhyming scheme
But if you see my eyes they are full of dreams.

I dream of something and don’t just let it go
I follow it till in the size they grow

I have got a lot in my life and the same
It’s full of wonders, surprises, lights and fame.

Oh! now I think I can write a topic
Its a poem with rhyme that’s hypnotic

Music of Heart

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A little pebble
Falls in a silent pond
Stirring the layers beneath
Creating turmoil in the water.
The layers exchange place
The crystal clear water of the top
Goes down deep beneath,
Replacing the muddy mingled water
That stands on the top
To retain its clarity again.
It is now that the experience is undergone
It is now that the heart feels it.
It is now that the heart expresses
Its feelings through the words
That are universal like music.
This music of heart is poetry

The Stars

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The stars in the sky shines brightly,
radiating its splendour through the passage of time continuously,
millions of stars sparks the night sky,
like the diamond studded necklace for a beautiful lady.

People of all times have admired its beauty,
countless poets have sung its glory,
several lovers have shared their secret moments under its brilliance,
mothers have put their children to blissful sleep under its radiance.

A Lazy Morning

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I woke up one morning,
To find everyone else asleep,
Switched the radio on; yawning,
And opened the window for a peep.

The town awoke, in slow motion,
Trying to search its way,
As if it had had a drowsy potion,
The effect of which was fizzling away.

Whistling my way to open the door,
I found a river of spilt milk on the floor,
A grey cat looked up to see what’s in store,
A good look at me and he thought of asking for more.

Soon shone the first rays of golden sunshine,
Eloquently expressing that it was time,
The birds were flying to unknown grounds,
And amidst the silence there were waves of sounds.

But I went by the bedside and pulled the sheet,
It was a lazy morning and I deserved a treat,
I lay asleep for a little more while,
The world was happy and I was fine.

Submit your poetry here!

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Are you ready with poetry?
‘Submit” it!
Go… Go… Gone!
Aaaaaha! What you meet with?

‘FakkaD’ friends, LoL friends,
Sympathique friends extending hands,
Poetic friends with more poetry.
All adding colours to poetic geometry!

Are you ready with poetry?
‘Submit’ it!
And AAhaaaa, what a treasure
You met with!

The poet insatiate…

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Nowt to do nonce, here I
Lie on bed soul-searching.
A night to spend outside the house
Jus’ to feel the pain of homelessness.
But a fear triggers my mind
If it be my case as such.
Praying God a number of times
Show me not that doleful night.

Avaricious of having much wealth
Despite thinking what’s its worth.
Or givingness to the poorest of the poor,
To find a home in this place called earth.
Like to play a part wherein
I’m the master and too many slaves.
Or a role to play in politics
Weal be the motto but not greed.

Like to go all around the globe,
Or die here in like a soldier.
Or a servant of a govt. house,
What I earn in it be autarky.
Indite all that I utter, or gain
A place what’s called poet laureate.
Too many desires thus conflict inside,
But hitherto I could’ve covered chapters.

The poet insatiate

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Newt to do nonce, here I
Lie on bed soul-searching.
A night to spend outside the house
Jus’ to feel the pain of homelessness.
But a fear triggers my mind
If it be my case as such.
Praying God a number of times
Show me not that doleful night.

Avaricious of having much wealth
Despite thinking what’s its worth.
Or givingness to the poorest of the poor,
To find a home in this place called earth.
Like to play a part wherein
I’m the master and too many slaves.
Or a role to play in politics
Weal be the motto but not greed.

Like to go all around the globe,
Or die here in like a soldier.
Or a servant of a govt. house,
What I earn in it be autarky.
Indite all that I utter, or gain
A place what’s called poet laureate.
Too many desires thus conflict inside,
But hitherto I could’ve covered chapters.

Sunday Afternoon

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On a Sunday afternoon,
I sat in my room.
Reading away to glory,
A story.
Suddenly it began to rain,
And my eyes began to pain,
as I saw a lightning,
which was quiet frightening.
It sent shivers up my spine,
But now I am fine.

Sunday

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Sunday is the day
That comes after Saturday
And before every Monday
We even call in funday
But we find it a hot day
Because the sun shines bright, this day.
It comes everyday, I pray
And keeps the other the days, away
Let them go to hell or hay
We need a Sunday, we shall say.
It must come everyday
Well mom, what’s the day today?
Mom says, “It’s a Sunday!”
“It’s here dear, only today.”
So, enjoy yourself, this Sunday
Before tomorrow succeeds today.