Poems on "Fantacy"

The guy from The Life of Pi

a poem by

Vishvas Rakheja

I feel like the guy from The Life of Pi,
Enchanted by all these kites in the sky.

Wondering which one should I try?
Which one would take me up so high?
Higher than these clouds which fill my mind.

These kites are all so colourful, so bright,
Can’t choose which one I should adopt as mine.

I’d rather hold on to all of them, managing them as I like.
Because I don’t care, I just want to fly.

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Star

a poem by

Vishvas Rakheja

Star,
It’s just God riding in his shiny superfast car.

Where is he riding to? I wonder,
Does his dipper cause lightning, and his honk thunder?

With roads so huge, and paths so slick,
There is perhaps no chance of an accident, or traffic.

Whether on his way to work, or just for an evening ride,
The landscape is ever so surreal, the colours so bright.

Their races leave behind a great nitrous trail,
As we in awe, make a wish, screaming, “Look! A comet and its tail”

Their parking places, marked by careful coordination,
Create a wonderful illusion,
To the delight of us hominids, joining the dots to make an astronomical constellation.

Once I’m finished seeing all there is to see
In our world,
I plan to visit the cosmic, on an exploring spree.

I’ll probably rent a star,
Which is God’s own shiny superfast car.

And zoom all around the universe, traversing the highways of the sky.
Fuelled by wanderlust, seeking worlds far and wide.

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Moon Flower

a poem by

Shiny .

Mystic is the breeze scanting lightly turning denser now
Making me fall asleep!
No! Wait I’m the little soul falling from the sky
But where am I falling onto
Unwittingly what is my denote to be there, I’m planted on earth!

Seeing myself as petty twig now, timid bud I became afraid to open
Rain from the same sky I fell from, dabbing me gentle that day
Wooing me softly with its dribs of rain
It made me embellished blossom wearing colours!

On the morrow windstorm ragged, I stood rooted though!
Blooming wholly, I was looking inspiringly covetous
One day! Hands with loving tenderness plucked me
I was being tamed, placed next to the window!

Light unveiled the canopy of staring sky
Parching are my lips, summons thirst
A kind gale swiping my hair, to glide over my face
Am I crazy! How could that be?
Speaking to myself I said

I’m the flower from the sky verily!
Feeling that I can wade no further… my petals worn out
And that is when my heart with unsoughted smile, I opened my eyes dreamt of being A FLOWER!!

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Behind the Misty Dawns

a poem by

Williamsji Maveli

Behind the misty dawn of a hillside window,
Sits a great Poetess, scribbling in a shadow,
With a fair and simple of a face, like a boat,
She seems to be like lotus in a blue lake slot,
With its lonely waters edged by moonlight,
Stranded on a sand-bank of a river at twilight,
I looked at her, caring; she seems to be dull,
Her window is not closed, night is full,
She opted, just only her window for freedom;
There the daybreak light meets her kingdom,
Through it, her eyes like, lost stars travel back,
Towards the blue sky by far to open a love pack.

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