Poems on "Adventure"

London Rhymes

a poem by

Edna Rachelyn

When you’re bored you want an Adventure;
Then you think about Aquaventure.

It’s better you go on vacation;
Instead of studying stupid dictation.

Now let’s discuss about the place;
It’s kind of a hard case.

The price was too much in Trivago;
So I decided to hide in London Cargo.

I visited Big-Ben Clock;
It sounded like Tick a lock.

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Walking with eyes closed!

a poem by

Prakriti Shankar Shetty

A rustle of leaves here,
A swish of twigs there,
An ominous rumble of thunder,
Making me wonder if it was a blunder,
Walking with eyes closed,
For before my eyes the blackness posed…

The slither of a snake,
Which had me shake,
The roar of a lion, the grunt of a bear,
As if to scare…
Making me wonder if it was a blunder,
Walking with eyes closed,
For before my eyes the blackness posed…

Suddenly, blinding light flashed,
As a falling bough crashed,
As I opened my Inner eye,
To what I had thought was a lie,
For the darkest of minds had a golden ray of hope;
For walking with eyes closed,
Was no bar to the light enclosed!

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Wanderlust

a poem by

Devaki Purohit

I want to get lost in the by lanes of a strange town
Discover tucked away places and people
People with their stories of the yore
And places which are alive with scents, secrets ‘n’ more

A dimly lit alley which surprises you with trinkets
An old frail gentleman who enthralls with past glories and doomed amulets

A shop around the corner
Alluring you into its depth
With adventures bound in yellow crinkled pages
Also tales of wisdom waiting to be read and retold

A rickety shack with its delicious tidbits
Served only with the chatter of the equally rickety owner
She’s only too happy to coax you to eat more
Narrating incidents of the cities woes

A gentle stream along the town road
Has been and will be witness to all that unfolds
The childhood of young boys spent along its banks
The crackle of young women engaged in chores
And the occasional drifter (like me) from a foreign land ‘n’ search of some lore

A strong urge to belong to such a place
From ones routine to escape
And perhaps in a serendipitous moment meet a stranger with a book and a hat
Whose eyes and soul not unlike my own
Together we would travel
And weave tales of our wander…

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Take your time Me Lion

a poem by

Elaine E. Howie

As I sit and watch you perform
I am silent in awe of your grace
I see in you a life of norm
And I feel that it has missed no trace

Your stature is true in this light
And your hold on the audience is tight
I am not worry for your fall
But impressed by it all

I consult with a friend of mine
As we are short for time
And all that we are about
Is put in a laugh are shout

As we are riveted to our seats
We start to feel a soaring heat
That will lessen with a breeze
As we wait again for the tease

I cannot laugh anymore
I am sure my belly is sore
So I say to you take your time me lion
For you have truly touched my mind

And again as you bow and bend
I have had a good time in
The End

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I

a poem by

Pancholi Nandlal Kanjibhai

I
Wish to fly
In open sky
Beyond time
In cloudless clime
Where no birds frown
At my renown
Where everyone feels
Ok on the hills
Buds and tendril
Smile in April
Wind there sings
Wet air brings
Some familiar smell
No heaven or hell
Thoughts compel
On rooftop freedom sits
And you with smile greets
Every night gala
And days superhits

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Adventure in Woods

a poem by

Neetika Inamdar

I remember my journey in a ship
Which moved in ocean very deep

Suddenly, it struck an island
Passengers went out to see the new land

I never saw such a peace
Just I could hear snake’s hiss

The beautiful waves of blue sea
Due to wind the moving coconut tree

Such a scene when I see
Makes me very happy

Jungle was seen on other side
I felt cold as I went inside

Suddenly I heard a water falling sound
That was a large water falls I ever found

The exciting and cold running water
Which filled my whole bottle

The feelings of fresh air
And down something I could stare

My feet felt something hard
Which had designs of star

It was a big box
Just hard as a rock

Opened and found treasure
I came up with adventure

To everyone I showed the treasure way
Looking at it, nothing could anyone say

My such happy face had no one seen
It was an exciting day in the woods of green

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Here comes…

a poem by

Dhanabalakrishnan K

Here comes the man,
Thinking of himself the God;
Having in his waist
A bloodstained sword.

Blessed by Minerva
Is his mind;
Sagacious in all
Deep and sound.

Ever with Caesar
Has he been seen;
Innumerable are the battles
Has he been.

Never he be ignorant
Of his duties;
Nor fail to praise
The deified deities.

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Fly beyond the sky

a poem by

Parthap Ratim Banerjee

I told you to look in to my eyes
To look you better
Look in to my eyes to fly you better

I told you to hold my hand
If at all you have to fly
Hold my hand to fly beyond the sky

Sky is nearer to you now
You can even touch if you want
I will just show you, how

Just look in to my eyes, my dear
Or hold my hand to fly beyond the sky for ever

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Fearless

a poem by

Uma Asopa

Suddenly, I am not afraid
anymore.

I am on high speed.
Radio is nostalgic
fusing new and old.

There is a slice of moon
stationed in sky,
eclipsed but smiling.

There is one in my heart
riding on mixed beats.

I had not known
that words could dance.
My words are dancing.

I had to go somewhere else.
I forgot my route,
but I am not reversing.

The fearlessness of this moment
itself is so frightening.

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Life’s Run

a poem by

Elaine E. Howie

I ran to the bosom of another
I ran away from my mother
I was now out in the free world
I had run before I could become sterile

I was grown and could run away from relaxation
I ran into a new fixation
I ran to meet my career for life
I ran away from he who would make me his wife

I could sing and skip and jump to time
I could not run away from the secrets in my mind
I run exhausted and feel used
I run from being confused

I am tired of running in the wind
If I continue to run around the bend
I will find myself alone my friend
I will have run to my life’s end

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My Hilarious Space Journey

a poem by

Pavithra V

Wow! I was a tourist,
Invited for a space journey.
And all won in lottery
That gave my stomach a happy twist!

I boarded the craft,
Without the knowledge of space.
With bags full of goodies,
Eventually gone down with a sad
‘No Permit’.

I was among the ones,
All discussing in a language I didn’t know.
Throbbing was my heart,
To know when it’ll start.

I went straight to heaven,
In a hope to meet someone,
Wearing dresses in white,
But not suits in silver bright.

Up went my head bumping.
And down went the things crashing.
They called it gravitation ‘off’.
I thought it was a ‘weightless toss’.

At last they went walking,
Asking me tighten my string.
For them it was easy.
For me, all was fussy.

With the rocket’s zoom,
I came to beloved earth soon.
And embraced by dear ones,
I felt my heart was full.

I was famous, but tired.
I went in the car they hired,
Remembering that sweet visit,
I still cherish.

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Discovery

a poem by

Devi Nangrani

Oh lord! As a babe witnessing the bulls fight
I cry aloud in lonesome fright
Entangled in the worldly plight
My soul is crying for the divine light.

Let my soul be tuned to divine communion
In the utmost perfection, harmony and clarion
Again let me not enter a woman’s womb
Or trod the path that leads to the tomb.

Oh lord! The plight of separation is a sore
The bleeding starts at the very core.
The fire to be together intensifies
As the distance seems to be more and more.

Oh lord! The ever ringing radiance in symphony of sound
Hoping to hear the divine cadencies in hissing sound
I roamed here and there and all around
Searching in despair in sky and ground.

Oh lord! In the depths of sheaths I find
Thee in the symphony of sound
As the ringing radiance makes me spellbound
I see the symbol of Prudence around.

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Mystic Chatmate

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Whose that girl, with lovely messages
Creeping me up always
One fine evening she responds with utter disgust
Hi, how come you have my ringing no
I betcha, I don’t know miss
Shouts she and then taken aback by my message
Days go by and then she calls up
We keep on chatting and finally she opens up
A christine, she dares to dream
Was in Mumbai till she jumped to Bangalore
Parents insistence, she can’t speak much
As in converse, she was thoughtful but childish sounded
Often she coaxed me, subject me to certain humiliation
But none to avail; I could never ask her for a date
And an accident occurred; she was hurt and made me hurt too
Alas! She could come back, but she won’t
She left me stranded, was with a Malayale Christian now
I stand alone and sing a song
The mystic chatmate that I never met

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Colour-analogies

a poem by

Jayati

Analogous are four sides
Colour en route History left

Right compass
White writes

Black fate
Brown drown

Watergate
Blue chips

Saffron brigade
Green rate

Gold wealth
Pink is good health

Purple hope
Red carpet

Grey hair
Silver, lining

Unseen benefit
Yellow syndicates

Investigate universe. Magenta
Rose soars high, up navy blue sky.

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Urgent

a poem by

Rajasekran S

I am at mother of invention;
need to go to home to have my dinner;
hence I wind-up my scribbling right now;
brim thoughts come brimming at empty stomach,
when I chew my pan beeda;
even at dining table;
even at spreading bed sheets for my daughter,
even while washing hands and legs and face,
after reaching home
hence I bid adieu! God be with you.
Good night: good morning : good afternoon:
good for every time everyone!!!

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