• Diyaa | 14-Apr-2018
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    since we are celebrating national siblings day here.. it bought me back to a piece i had written about my little brother....    Straight from my heart I write you a little poetry In simple and thoughtful words Carefully compiled for you my baby!   I can never forget those days When you took up all the beatings, And my share too, Not too late you took your revenge This time you left a permanent scar And made my pinky nose blue!   There were times you embarrassed me By getting naughty in your class I would be called by your teachers often For being your older sister And without me knowing they would never let it pass   The saddest moments in my life Were also given by you, When you ran on the street after a ball And got hit by car For the first time I realized what it would be like to lose you   The phase when you grew older and mature You gave me the best advices Even so far as to choosing my life partner Because you wanted to see me in safer hands for
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  • Mitali Bapat | 14-Mar-2018
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    In moments of quiet solitudeshe pondered, oft aloud,reminiscing about a brighter time,the dazzling lights, an awestruck crowd About those several years and morethat she had given her soul and heart,surrendering all she ever hadto her life's pursuit, her art How vibrant her youth had been,before a shadow age had castand the dancer that she once washad become a memory of the past Now her tranquil eyes concealedremembrance of the bygone yearsletting go of the mask only whenthey welled with those tell-tale tears The once strong and elegant framewas now feeble and fragilebut the wrinkled countenance could not hidethe radiance of an eternal smile Then one day, she heard yet againthe cadence of that familiar beatthe sound that had at one time beenthe language of her adept feet Slowly she rose in submissionknowing this was her only chanceand performed for the very last timewhat became her final dance.
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  • The Chance
    Rucha Bindu | 07-Feb-2018
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    There she was, dressed immaculately, unvaryingly seated in the first row With trembling, old fingers holding her favourite pen touching a blank page of her illegible manuscript. A man with the badge gave her a familiar glance but little did she know; Because only when the bibliophile’s ears caught the words of the maiden poetry, her eyes she would lift.   In turn with the other they recited poems, verses and tales; Of joy and of pain, Of mislay and of gain. They divulged dreams, ambitions, love and magic By rhyming words, which they thought was the only logic. While the boys spoke of love and loss, The girls spoke about why the society needs a female boss. She smiled and she sobbed, as demanded by the words on the stage; Her eyes shone with admiration for the courage shown by their young age.   “Any more verses?”, asked the young man with the badge. His eyes beholding the reticent, and this time she did know; Her hands now shivered with agitation as she headed for
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  • Digvita Shah | 28-Jan-2018
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    Crossing the timeline of my life.. I saw my dad's perspiration.. My mom's inundated determination.. My strong self motivation..   Though near and dear ones posed interogatory questions.. We considered those only as notions.. To keep ourselves always in motion..   Until, I kept wondering.. What kept me bothering? Unsuccessful attempts.. Or unheard requests.. The entire process.. Or lack of progress..   Am I complaining? No! I have ended up comparing.. Is it lack of daring? Or is it scaring? No! Just wish to know.. What each one is aspiring for.. While looking out for pairing..   Are rejections on my mind? No. But, unestablished connections surely are.. Am I being pessimistic? No. Just a little realistic..   This is all a test of time.. But, never treat it as pastime.. Yes, it's a decision lasting for a lifetime.. Which surely needs everyone's dedication full-time..   Is it just an interpretation? Why am I carving such an impression? No! It's a c
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  • The Brook !
    Tanvee | 21-Jan-2018
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    A stream of water rustling down the hills in urge to meet the gleaming river,  although on the sharp and thirsty edges, it has always been a giver.  Often stumbbling in the path upon the hard rocks, it never gave up,  maybe because at every curve there were some clumps.  Chattering in the sunny vale,  it gushes down the edge leaving the holographic image in the mountain trail.  Murmuring in the moors under the dark sky, trembling with the cold and making the noise pitched sharp high.  It slips, It slides, It struggles, It fights !!! & atlast it joins the river with all its might !  All the turns, the curves, the sharp narrow ridges may come and go,  but whatever happens it never stops to flow.  And this virtue of the brook makes it look distinct ! .   For all the strugglers and survivours, U r the brook !          ​
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  • Burning Desire
    Tanvee | 21-Jan-2018
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    When desires become your worst nightmare, no matter how strong you are you have no hold on your beliefs,  & soon enough there will be no door filled with serenity and relief. Running behind your passion is a world's quest, some get stuck in this whirlpool and some gets at its best.  My edges are burning to light my dreams, but they are all in a blue funk it seems. Following my dreams thinking they know their way best, stumbling into the drakness with my dreams I progressed. The choices that I made, the people whom i chose, the decisions which i took thinking they were for some reason, but with the phase of time I got to know it was just an october season. My dreams are all set onto the fire, and to reach them will always be my burning desire !  
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  • Diyaa | 15-Nov-2017
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    Under the star covered skies I lay myself down On the frosted grass blades I rest my crown   My thoughts are not with me My soul searching for it's peace I gaze around endlessly The world around me has come to cease   The mesmeric lights that I see Dancing away intensely They drop me in their humbleness Revealing it's secrets discreetly   The night sky never looked this beautiful Covered partly in silky swirling lights Surprising me more and more By this exotic sight   I came to look for a soul to love That would touch me deep inside It would help me grow And make me feel alive tonight   But I no more sense the need for this For I can see my aura shine I realised it was not outside but My own light that shone from deep inside   There's no other soul that can complete mine For I am no piece of a puzzle I am absolute who by myself Perfected under his guidance!
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  • ज़िंदगी का लेखा जोखा......
    Rachna Maheshwari | 17-Sep-2017
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    ज़िंदगी का लेखा जोखा...... ज़िदगी की डगर पर चलते चलते   यूं ही एक दिन अचानक पीछे मुड़ कर देखा  मन बोला – मुड़ कर मत देख...... दिल बोला – मैंने तेरा बहुत साथ दिया, आगे बढ़ने से पहले, एक बार ज़िंदगी का लेखा जोखा तो देख मैंने पूछा ......... उस बहीखाते में मुझे क्या मिला ..... दुख..दर्द...ज़ख्म...बेबसी.... एक कांटों भरी ..... उलझी सी ज़िंदगी तभी मन ने हाथ थामकर कहा ..... अब सोच मत... तूने कभी मेरी एक न सुनी....... अब तो आज़मा कर देख.... दिल ने तुझे डर दिया, उस बेबसी की राह में हौसला तुझे मैंने ही दिया। तेरे मज़बूत इरादों का सबब मैं ही बना। ........... तो रुक कर मैंने एक पल सोचा..... क्यों न मन के पंख लगा कर, परिंदों की मानिंद उड़ चलें..... एक अनजान सफ़र पर... कारवां ख़ुद ब ख़ुद बनता जाएगा।
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  • You and I
    GOLAKAR | 06-Sep-2017
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    you and me  I your purity unveiled my filth no length of time can make me forget that your love was always greater than my hate  in a room littered with distrust your face illuminated in its youthful air turn into a feeling that I recollect as love a tender smile rare just like an embryo coming to life your feet touched time and your smile is all I got in illusions in reality   II amid the interruptions of silence by the whistling of the woods I roam around with your shadow all night adding your existence to my madness from the time I have known women I have not lived without loving but to my necked heart  you are the one a friend, a lover, muse of men who taught me how to repent not in blood or tears but in action from cigarette smoking hipsters over the years we have grown into a single face, all of our love can be explained by this I think about you and smile, but, the question remains do we love each other or the image of the other &n
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  • Catastrophe
    Starseed | 09-Aug-2017
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    I don't know if I should,Or if I could let you go,I dived too deep,To now let it snow,My skin is on fire, burning away in desire,Longing for your touch,Did I ask for too much?Reminiscing now on all that we had,evokes memories made unknowingly,Fills my heart with sorrow unfortunately,you were there and so was I,there was nothing but your magic,A swish of time and things turned tragic,We were twins under a skin,Same Spirit burning in flames thin,been burnt before but I chose to hold on,Wasn't I worth that risk,I question for too long,My sunshine , shining on my darkest of days,Your moonlight, guiding you along the way,Or was I,Or were we,Did 'we' ever happen,Did you even dive down,Let go of what was, what will,And dwell in nothing but now,In what that mattered,And what matters is you,I'm sorry I made you feel love is difficult,I'm sorry I made wanna let go,I'm sorry for a lot of things,But never for loving you,was glad your name came after mine,And in between that apostrophe,What began a fairytale,Ended in
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  • Chains
    Starseed | 04-Aug-2017
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    Adorned in chains still trying to runOne foot at a time you're almost doneBare skin bared witnessDrenched and wetwho could saywas it blood or sweatPhysically exhaustedand mentally numbor Mentally exhaustedand physically numb?Chains clinged at the foot's stompschains clung butthe foot stopedInhaling hopeshe fellclosed eyesparalysed at stateParalysed at mindThe splash was quitethe bubbles were subtleNo reason to liveNo sign of struggleSinking into the darknessthrough light...the cold felt homeNo reason to fightskin felt cold not like the chains beforeSkin felt coldit felt like homeChills down the spine ohh my body is still alive!Opened eyesnothing but milesmiles and miles of darkness abides Breathing is stablebut the heart has diedwho needs a heart to live anywaywho needs a heart at allshe cried No one sawNo one heardUnderwater that's how it works I fear....now to staystay at a messA deep hollow soul filled with nothingness!!!
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  • of reality and imagination
    GOLAKAR | 28-May-2017
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    the lipstick impressions on the edges is all I have of life and reminiscence for the rest it’s more like being a marionette pulled by invisible strings in different directions in an evening of tempests and rain you lipstick smudge infested the stars and its ripples swayed my life I have forgotten the origin and in my demise stumbled upon the pages of a thousand year old tome where men, real men settled their love in death heroes, they were, but I am not among them I shall live with you in reverie my material life ignored for another where I  am privileged to bring to life the lost moments and reverse all my desires which turned to regret and create rivers in green there will  be times when you and I will rule everything faith, desire, destiny and fantasy as for reality they are the lies we keep telling ourselves again and again
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  • taabiirdaan | 12-May-2017
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      गैरों से शिकवा नही है मुझे अपनों की बदलती जमीरी से डर है।।   ईमान ओ कुफ़्र की भुखमरी है सही, मुझे बईमानों की अमीरी से डर है।।   न हिन्दू कहो, न मुस्लिम .. मुझे धर्म की बीमारी से डर है।।   दिले खंजर घोंप दो, कोई गम नहीं, पीठ पीछे की शमशीरी से डर है।।   टुकड़ो में तो जी रहा हूँ, मैं मुझे पल पल मरने की लाचारी से डर है।।   सफर ए जिंदगी तन्हा ही सही, मुझे इश्क़ की खुमारी से डर है।।   इंसा तो बिक रहा है सरेआम यहाँ,  फिर भी मुझे बेरोज़गारी से डर है।।                                      #अमन गौतम *vayraaम                                        ईमान ओ कुफ़्र ~ honesty and belief शमशीरी ~ sword    
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  • MOTHER "The idol of true love"
    Rashika Singh | 10-May-2017
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    When things went wrong, she made you strong. When your eyes were in tears , She fought all your fears. When no one was ready to hear you, She still believed  in you all through. When the days turned into night, She became the only light. When life seemed to be harsh , She was ready to bear all your scars.            She stood in all your needs ,    But what did you show through your deeds...   Full of harshness you raised your voice, You left her alone saying had no other choice, You chose standard life  at her cost, Into the worldly pleasures you were lost.                        BUT... She still stands before the God,  Whispering bless my child  O'LORD She still wants to see you smile, and you poor creature awarded her with EXILE!  
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  • Ode to the Ordinary
    GOLAKAR | 27-Apr-2017
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    Ode to the ordinary the everyday the common all the things that everyone has and no one wants   ode to the things that make us human to all the things good but not good enough they become the ocean   ode to the ordinary who are here just because they are supposed to be giggling and gossiping remembering who said what and when but when the time comes their lips are vowed to silence   ode to the ordinary whose morality flickers as they sell their soul for little pleasures ode to the drunken, jobless, homeless, the perverts who ogle at women the non-productive who fritter away their lives just like that who die everyday everywhere every time   ode to the ordinary who live in sperms and die in them too a strange similarity binds them in life and death ode to the ordinary who all look the same want the same live the same wherever they are however wide in space and time   ode to the ordinary who die in wars, tsunami, mill strikes or just for the
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  • there's bond we share...
    taabiirdaan | 11-Apr-2017
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    ‌There is a bond we share... ‌Every morning...the way you care.. ‌ ‌There is nothing like your smile ‌That make me alive for a while... ‌ ‌I still feel that brace... ‌feels like god's grace... ‌ ‌That mark on my neck.... ‌But now everything on crack... ‌ ‌You were mean...‌so was I... ‌ ‌lets start again for the sake... ‌Forgive me .. all was fake.. ‌ ‌This need to be end... ‌You never gave me a chance to defend... ‌ A chance is all I want.. ‌I will chaneg that's a grant..
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