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Less life, more experiences

a poem by Satish Bhande

Let’s talk some real stuff
Nah its just non sense but its obvious
That I’ve upgraded from a person to an artist
And I’m rising, fighting, I don’t know why the hell I’m still writing
I haven’t gotten in a flight
But I still think that I’ll just keep on flying
Like most other’s I’m just trying
I’m lying
I have happy face but on the inside I am crying
How can I escape my own mind

You teach me how to live
You better look at your own life
Times aren’t right but I notice its my time
Rather than mumbling words I try to say truth through these lines
Envision it in your own mind
Now see your loved ones die
Now see the street life
Watch the street light
Break the signal and go ahead
Now bang your head in an ambulance
Someone’s just gonna die
Why would I say lies
You just saw death in front of your own eyes
There’s no light in this cold night
I don’t have money I don’t smoke weed
I don’t get high
Stay low and stay nice
I ain’t rich yet, so I prefer getting beating on a fair price
Nobody is trying to kill me
Listen up and just feel me
Feel free to slap me and wake up next morning in hell
I’m stuck between a cliff and a well
So I jump of the cliff
And spread out my wings

Lost Portrait of Heaven

a poem by Arcane Manuscripts

This burnt land is here for you to take
I no longer walk through it
For we have done what we can
Its time now to let go

We **** this world
We have caused this world to bleed
Bleed to its death

It’s so bad that we sit back and enjoy
Without the knowledge of how the devil consumes us;
We kill our brothers
We kill our sisters
We kill our mothers
We kill our fathers
And in the end, we kill ourself.

This world is now filled with blood
Blood of humans, washed by the tears we shed

This burnt land has had enough;
It has been raped to death
Thus I no longer wanna be a part of it.
This burnt land has had enough;
It is yours to take
Thus I no longer have any hope of saving it
It is now in the hands of the (human) devils

Wicked Plan

a poem by Vyakya .

Frail the flower, that she held
Her hands frailer still
When touched, a grody cold
A winter morning’s chill

Frail and fair, her skin felt
Eyes closed; asleep
At life’s wicked plan
How could I not but weep?

The Song of Swans

a poem by Abhishek Pandeyar

Hiding behind the shadows,
I see a shadow alive,
Mumbling slowly,
the tune of death.
“Dare who hath?
To be alive in my presence,
I am the dark, I am the crescent,
that shields the mark.”

An embodiment of demise,
wielding a sabre of black steel
Hunting shadows with a sash
Making souls his meal.
A smile crawls his face, the face of Death
“Be not gentle, have no mercy,”
whisper the Furies,
the sisters of Circe.

Blade of souls with a long crescent,
A strong grip for anger to vent,
“I am here to devoid you
of all that meant,
I am Thanatos,
the face of dread.”

Sharp short breaths of varying lengths,
Shards of glass on wrists of Death.
Smirking at the resting soul, he draws the bloodthirsty dagger,
For it’s not different,
to sleep or to die.
It doesn’t matter whether you protest or cry.
“Sleeping in the shade, your minds in haze,
Twin of mine you willfully embrace,
What am I, if not a long slumber?
My love I am the angel, the Angel of sombre.”

“For you must leave,
from whence you came,
from shade to shade you return,
I will find you, you will be caught,
Whether you’re buried, whether you burn.”

“Oh, the ignorant soul,
kneeling and praying on black shores of Styx,
It’s time you be oblivious to the worldly charms,
Welcome to the place you be devoid of all plans.
Let go of your memories, forget your pain,
don’t let my mumblings drive you insane,
Swaying in the water like swans,
go limp in the waters of Lethe,
With a splash of cold fire and gentle rocking,
Let me take you to the three-headed dog awaiting.”

Death, Death and Death

a poem by Abhimanyu Kumar S

I see the death everyday
Death in relations
Death in religion and faith
Death of man in man
Everyday, everywhere, every moment
Death, death and death.

I experience the death around me
Millions and billions of ceremonies
The smoke on maps of mankind
Death in temple and streets
Death in clubs and parties
Death, death and death.

I foresee the death of humanity
Harassment, discrimination and hatred
Death in purity and sacredness
Death in broken mirrors and home
Death in king, death in masses
Death, death and death.

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

Heaven, hear me out please!

a poem by Syethemba_Dizzmar Thwala

I don’t want to keep on crying
And ask myself what are doing
And why you keep on hurting me
Because I can’t fight back

And you won’t even bring them back
Because of you, they lashed out
And left me with thousands of questions
God why are doing this to me
Why do I have to go through these things

Do you feel happy when you see my sorrows?
Firstly, you took my dad from me
When he has planned my tomorrow
Now my life is in dark and now I can’t see
The future in front of me

And to you dad wherever you are
Please know that your words are still playing in my mind
That I have to build you a big house near your kraal
When I finish school and start working
But for now please know that I’m still blind

Because my life is still in the eyes of a world like a rally
But I can vow to you that I will still push
And I will do all in my power to find a way
Of fulfilling the promise I made one day

But Lord what wrong have I really done
You didn’t take dad only but even my mom
And my cousin, and now I can’t even call
Them because they are no longer with me physically
But spiritually they are still with me

Tell them that I miss them
Please deliver my kiss to them
And tell them that I miss them
Even though I’m heart broken
Because you took all my joy

And now I see that I’m talking to myself because you avoid me
I need someone to touch me
Make me not miss them this much
Heaven hear me out please
Before my heart catches flue and freeze

Surrender

a poem by Shrayona Guha

And slowly, everything felt numb.
Tears turned to needles,
scraping through the skin
but the pain felt like just a mere touch of mist.
Soft, gentle.
Blood gushing out of her body,
taking her soul along.
But it was the most peaceful she ever felt.
She could hear foot steps of the end nearing
but she surrendered without a fight this time
as the pain started fading,
giving feeling of that bliss and calmness
that she longed for,
that she thirsted
and every inch of her soul craved.
Call her a warrior changing into a masochist,
bowing down for the first and last time before her most brutal enemy.
Death.
She didn’t give up without a fight.
She fought against all forces that joined hands to compel her into giving up.
But the pain within exceeded
so that it scarred every corner of her internal body
that she finally realized that her foe was indeed a friend,
offering her an escape from her intolerable misery.
It was just an illusion
but it succeeded in killing a fighter
and she gave up herself to him.

Beyond The Shadows

a poem by Anamika .

Days come and go all the same,
Their futility rivaled only by the emptiness
Of the nights that soon entail
Bringing along shadows,
Both companions and witness
To the ordeal we face
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Is wherein fears reign
Monarch to minds- yours and mine
And wasn’t fear always an aphrodisiac to pain?
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Lies the Garden of Death, resplendent
Where you’ve never been.
One wonders now, if the shadows are keepers
Of myriad mysteries, the kind we’ve never seen.

Femme Fatale

a poem by Swati K

The first time I saw her
The crowd had parted like the red sea

Her hair glinted like molten rubies
Those beautiful red lips stretched in a predatory smile
The blue eyes were light as a sunny sky
And the moment they met mine
My heart stopped.
I smiled

Every day, I came and sat
In the very same bench where I first laid my eyes on her
Every day, she would come looking impossibly beautiful and unattainable
Talking to a different man every day, the eyes glinting and smile teasing
Every day, her eyes would meet mine. She never smiled.

Months passed; spring turning autumn and then the snow
with wintry wind greeting me like an old lover
Her eyes had met mine
And they were, so- so cold.
The men she talked to were never seen again.

I closed my eyes

Her wrist was thin and delicate, not a single mark
Her smile was hollow, as she sat beside me
“How do you do?” she asked, as if we were old friends
I smiled and shook my head, my response already forgotten
So lost was I, in that beauty- a selfish blindness had overtook me

For a long time, we just talked
Breathy words and light whispers
Meaningless words and tired sighs
Secret smiles and coy glances
What more could I have possibly asked for?

One day, she simply lent forward
Her lips like red satin against mine
“I am so tired” she whispered brokenly in my arms
I swallowed and tenderly touched the fading scars on her back

“Do you love me?”
“Yes”
Her smile had felt like the first sunrise

His name was forgotten, all I saw was her arms around him
She looked at me as if I was the stranger, and yet she smiled
I averted my eyes
The next day, his dead body was found beside the river
With no marks other than a sliced back

I closed my eyes

That night, she slept peacefully in my arms

Every day, a new man was in her arms
Every night, I held her trembling body, and prayed for mercy through the haze
Every day, the angels left with another soul
Every night, I knelt in front of the alter

The last night, I returned with a few prayers still fresh on my lips

Her red hair still glinted like river of blood
The smile sharp and happy
I walked and looked around me
The shadow she left behind

The windows were shattered
Furniture overturned,
The victim’s empty sockets gaped at me
Perhaps, still surprised by his death?

The moonlight shined and brightened her
Her looks of death angel
One hand held the knife, the other beckoned me
“I have been waiting, my love”

They never saw it coming
So lost in her beauty and smile
The love which was poison and sweet
The prettier side of death

I held her hand and looked around
Knowing I was to follow
“Do you love me?” “Why, yes”
I never saw the knife coming, just her smile
I closed my eyes.

Beyond

a poem by Sunil Rajagopal

It is very strange
that we fear old death
and his sister change,
until our last breath.
Nothing is ordained
but the dire siblings;
they are not the end,
just new beginnings.
When rivers change course,
it is not the end
of their ebb; their force
heals beyond the bend.
We may feed the earth
when we are all gone,
forests may take birth,
birds may find new dawn.

Your Memories

a poem by Sangeetha Mohan

In the depth of silence
I saw a flash of light
It was my dearest dear
Recollecting our past
He told me how much he loved me
Contemplating future
He told me how much he missed me
He took me into a room
I pierced in through the flock
To see his body lying dead
When I turned to him in complete bewilderment
He vanished with a smile
Leaving me to burn his lively incandescence.