Poems on "Attitude"

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Inappropriate Me

a poem by

Devika

I laugh, I am quiet
I am funny I get fright
I am moody, I am hot
I am nosy before I start

I get easy
I love ruins
I am wounded
I am bruised

I disagree, I do fight
I am jealous, I keep diet

I am bossy, I show off
I love urdu, I love to talk

I cry, I am confused
I do shout and abuse

I am so abnormal to be normal
I am you, I am me
I am the whole energy of emotions
Boiling at a hundred degree

I am mad half the time
The other half, I weave dreams
I pen down my heart
Through words I do scream
Through words I do scream.

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No bird is lame

a poem by

Krishnakumar Pradhan

Advice for those who consider themselves weak
No bird is lame for his life
No child is crippled throughout his life
Just wait for an opportune moment
And hope for the sun to rise
And throw a ray of hope in your life
When you will rise
And stand on your legs again
And you yourself will shine
And be a lighthouse
To guide those whose boats
Are going astray for a while

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It’s easy to judge

a poem by

Nagraj D

How easily we judge people
By their clothes, face and colour
Who cares if someone said
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Their facebook profile is
The profile of their character
Status and chatting on WhatsApp
Decide friend or stalker

Their photos on Instagram
Decide the ‘how cool’ factor
And the test for general knowledge
Is by their tweets on twitter

Thus the boy with the motorcycle
Becomes the rich spoiled brat
And the girl with a taste for fashion
Becomes the cheap little slut

Even a brother sister duo
Becomes a shameless couple
And a boy and a girl meeting
Is an invitation to trouble

How easily we judge people
Based on anything for that matter
That we forget that this could
Lead to the next rape or murder

Even judging can get tiring at times
Stereotypes make it easier
A Punjabi is an alcoholic
And a Bengali’s a smoker

One who doesn’t party
Is a geek and introvert
One who visits temples
Is essentially backward

An unfortunate disabled person
Is a sitting duck for mockery
And people with northeastern features
Don’t even belong to this country

So stop judging for a change
Try knowing them for who they are
Believe me you won’t regret it
But share your story with all

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The most dangerous people!

a poem by

Pranayee Gupta

They look normal, they may seem silent,
But their hands are never at rest.
They all the time look pleasant, but thoughts from them are abundant!
Never take a writer for granted,
They are snipers, armed with thoughts and words,
Writers are the most dangerous vipers in this world,
The most intelligent actors, free birds,
Who can use sentences as swords!
They know how to aim with lines,
Plan with prose and target with rhyme
They teach the world, how to fire with paragraph
And use poetry like a gaff!
They know how to wipe tears,
And also take revenge through their verses.
Writers know how to immortalise their kills by poems
And even convey their love by poetry as medium.
They know how to suppress, they know how to express,
They know how to impress, they know how to protest.
With words they confess, they caress,
Hide their fears and tears, with letters and feelings in excess!
If you fall in love with a writer,
You’ll never die at all,
Create enmity with a writer,
Then you create your own prestige to fall!

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Just an Hour

a poem by

Jayant Kashyap

I rose, and heard the clock on the spire
Strew the minutes on the morning town;
One, two, three, for men to admire
And for the women, it sent them down.

Slothful and tired,
I watched the ticking-tower;
Pleaded and requested,
To make it wait for an hour.

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Insecticides

a poem by

Poumita Paul

O’ the houseflies in my dine
Craving noodles like a vine
Licking through my milk-bowl line
Once you taste that’s no more mine.
That’s no fine!

O’ the mosquito in my bed
I’ve no All Out, no mosquito shed
Nothing such to lay you dead
But you got be malaria-fed!
That’s so dread!

O’ the cockroach in my bathroom
I never used Odonil or a broom
To get your honour face its doom
But you chased me out so soon
You get no boon.

O’ the wasp in my garden
Won’t spare you, you’re no burden
You’ve bitten me thrice in life
That stung like the butcher’s knife
Your buzz do not please my mind
For I know you’re hatred-bind
For which now, I’m no kind.

My inner beings by now abide
Embrace the power of insecticide

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On a cool cool night

a poem by

Alok Srivastava

On a cool cool night,
riding my motorbike,
I feel all right,
like a bird light light.

With wind in my hair,
and zeal in my soul,
I glide on the road,
like a graceful foal.

With God in my heart,
and eyes on the prize,
I travel in the night
to the realm of light.

How bad could be life,
I have suffered all plight.
In the darkest time
shall the sun rise rise.

With God on my side,
I will win this fight.
I will cry no more,
I will fly high high.

On a cool cool night,
riding my motorbike,
I feel all right,
like a bird light light.

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Let me be

a poem by

Pankaj Kumar

Let me be
Like I am
I can’t be
Like them
They can’t
Be like me
This is the truth
And can’t be
Denied at all
So don’t break the wall
And let me be
Like me

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Pride

a poem by

Jayashree

What good does pride do?
Alone in the world it leaves you.
If the trees had pride,
Where shall the birds have gone?
Oxygen and air we might have none.
If the clouds had pride,
There’d have been no rain
Prayers and chanting just in vain.
If the earth had pride,
We might have fall
None to bear the burden of us all.
If the moon had pride,
There’d have been no silvery night
Darkness must have given us fright.
‘You’ and ‘me’ lets forget the difference
Accept this truth and become good friends.

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Selfie

a poem by

Sudersan P V

Selfie
Curious enough,
she took some selfies
to find
the existence of
either
the genuineness
or heartiness within.
First selfie had
a dark region
as she used to say ‘I have it’.
(somewhere…)
Then
it had someone else’s shadow
in front
as a Shikhandi,
like she used to keep
at times,
against some, driving from back.
Later
followed few selfies
like
how variant
her mindset exactly is.
It
looked
arrogant…
mysterious…
unpredictable…
feelingless…
unattached…
untrustworthy….
hurting…
sadist…
some times over confident
many times lack self-confidence
some times dramatically down to earth
many times a Nautanki…
shocked
to see all these,
she continued
the experiment of
finding,
if there is
a drop of heartiness
exists
within her…
At that moment,
Mega pixels
shut themselves Off
saying,
‘we cant help you
since
the dark region of your heart is
more than
what
you thought to be
in your vision ‘.
hence
we close our eyes’.
Stunned,
she watched the image
fading away.
In no time,
the Mobile
lost its charge
signing off,
‘never use me
to find you again.
Because,
you are not genuine,
so
leave me alone…
never to see you again…

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Thesaurus

a poem by

Vijaynath

Think
feel and endure

Imagine
visualise and experience

Initiate
spread around and support

Smile
realize and stimulate

Probe
discover and understand

Encourage
appreciate and approve

Explain
elaborate and ensure

Recreate
resolve and restore

Retract
rejuvenate and reform

Guide
show the path and be with

Teach
how to learn and instill

Resist
rescue and be alert

Believe
behold and bestow

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Uncertainty

a poem by

Girish Elchuri

Uncertainty is killing
It’s very unforgiving
Making life confusing
Not sure of future that’s coming.

Uncertainty is a state of our mind
When no answers can be found
For the situations that are not sound
As desperation is taking over the ground.

Uncertainty is always there
Feeling that life is going nowhere
Bringing sadness that’s difficult to bear
Pouring problems onto in full gear.

Uncertainty is not certain always
It comes and goes in life as phases
Bringing periods of dark days
Surely, they will be testing times.

Uncertainty will face the defeat
When you refuse to bend at its feet
Having will power stronger than concrete
And the readiness to fight it and beat.

Uncertainty can surely be handled
Have positive thoughts fully loaded
With determination to face the grind
Praying with faith and hopes abound.

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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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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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