Zen – A Poem by Michael Walter
What would the present be,
stripped
of this building,
this person,
this winter’s day?
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The Ensnaring Morning – A Poem by P.K. Deb
My morning clean and clear eyes
The best place to fall on them
For something fresh, cool and nice.
The same old park of monotony
For daily jogging, walking and refreshing–
Was my routine- wise morning destiny.
Exhausted body and monotonous mind
Compelled me to sit for a while
On a bench with a bush behind.
Luckily the morning was dutiful
In awaking up my dormant fortune
To witness a jogging girl- fresh and beautiful.
What a thrill it was! The jogging–
She jogged freely round and round
But made me submerged in sweating.
A heart-quake was felt
To shed down my synthetic seriousness
And to heat my heart to melt .
I discovered my naughtiness
As my protruded eyes and inquisitive mind
Jogged behind her as shameless.
Slowly the sun came the park inside
Made the girl tired and brought her
About to me to sit beside.
She wished me, “Good Morning,”
But ensnared and watchful I was
To her ups and downs of quick breathing.
“Hey Mister, where are you?” she enquired
And brought me back into the reality
From fantasy where I was quite ensnared.
On my stammering in reply,
She sketched a curved smile
And rewarded me her first and last good-bye.
Mankind – A Poem by P.K. Deb
Let’s have a travel
Up to that level
Where from knowledge turns behind.
Quite keen to quest,
Try up to the best,
Nowhere they are available to find.
Possessors of big brain,
Still suffer from sprain
On the way of reachable destiny.
The lanes of pain and gain
Are known to them, but often
They knock the doors of agony.
The apologue is memorised
And the lessons are exercised,
Grow up with teacher and guide.
Still foolish they are,
Unmindful and unaware
Of the opportunity with which they collide.
Greed for more repulses them
To the hell of the ever increasing jam
Of the creatures of ruinous nature.
Thus they become aberrant,
Mingle with vices in constant
And befoul and blight their future.
Luminous is their habitat
And minds are illuminated,
Still to darken they never mind.
They have earned a lot
Of the great virtues at cost,
Although unkind yet they are mankind.
Black T-Shirt – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Everyday
Black T-Shirt
My personal mantra
People look better in black
Shoplifted Your Love – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Shoplifted Your Love
I admit it
I stole you away
Shoplifted even
You had no price tag
The Passion – A Poem by Naduni
Now you don’t remember
The first day we met
But I do and will for the rest
Of my life
The passion that lay beneath
Your copper colored eyes
And your voice,
Was strong enough to touch.
I was engulfed, trapped
In the hell you opened for me
That looked like the Eden
Your feeling that looked like love
Your heat that felt like love
Turned to be filth
Yes, filth, in a moment
A sinner you made me
Yes, a sinner!
We have ruined the god, the world
The mankind
You opened the third eye
And started the damnation
I was the torch you used to set fire
So when you started
It’s me who burnt first…
Broken – A Poem by Ashley Morgan
There are so many things in this life beyond my grasp. Dreams,
aspirations, expectations I had for the future that just never could
have been realized. I am a dreamer. You knew this from the beginning.
And you were a wanderer – you loved deeply, but that love was
flawed. Just as I am flawed. I am broken.
Like the toy that is thrown aside when something shiny and new comes
along, you kept me because perhaps deep down you really needed me, but
you did not appreciate me. I am the beaten and battered toy from so
many tumbles into the back of your mind. And I am broken.
My flaws are real, there is no one on this earth that is perfect. But
imperfect as I may be, I loved you with as much that any person could
give another. I sat by you through bad times and relished in the good.
I tried my best to fix myself along the way, to pick up the broken
pieces of my heart, to give you as much love as I could. Yet in the
end, I remain broken.
As unhealthy as this love may be, I need you. You are the glue that
keeps the pieces together and you are the hammer that rips them apart.
Each time I shatter the pieces scatter farther, taking more and more
time to find. Will you be there to find the pieces to fix my broken
heart or will you again disappear to leave me blind in the dark? I am
still broken.
Me, My Love and a Cuckoo – A Poem by P.K. Deb
Once in an enchanting spring morning–
my monotonous mind experienced a change,
witnessed a climbing paradise down to my
abandoned garden shouldering a singing cuckoo
along with its botanical platform,
and the blissful flowers- dancing and flying
alternatively to the rhythm of the zoological song
and made me tumultuous too
in dancing and singing a welcome song.
Within a fraction of eye’s blinking
my selfish teenage was expired
and a young lover was born instantly.
Ensnared I was to own the cuckoo for ever
and generous too to gift her a token of love
but she desired to own my garden only.
I was prompt in shutting my eyes
keeping outside all obstructive
hesitation, relations, rules and regulations.
In the name of love,
as I owned the cuckoo, so she owned my garden,
and the queen-less throne of my kingly heart.
Both became blind and bold in love,
could swim in the air to reach to the moon,
collected the luminous stars to gift to each other,
could race on the blue field of ocean,
played hide and seek in the undiscovered islands
and engaged ourselves to uncover
the mysterious wrapper of passionate riddles.
Indeed, the lovely relation of love with passion
makes us unmindful to
the changing nature of seasons and fate.
The sky was happy so far with its cleanliness
and air was so slow to flow in enjoying
the blooming of two hearts in earthly paradise.
Alas! A roaring of thunder in the far sky
made my Cuckoo scared of ensuing rainy season
she made herself free from my girdle
and flew within a moment up to the sky
in quest of another paradise
where spring is immortal and ever-green for lovers–
leaving me alone to wander on the lanes of memory.
Time – A Poem by Naduni
When I first saw your
Sensual eyes
The copper of the sunset
I found the warmth
And assurance
I was looking for
I found a safe haven in those eyes
How much I loved those copper colored eyes
That penetrated my soul
And kept me awake at night
The eternal passion
Soft yet strong
The softest caresses
Like the touch of a feather
The deep, deep voice
The strong presence
Of you, you who I loved
The dark eyes melt me
I feel cold and lonely
The caresses have blown
Just like the wind…
If we could reverse the cycle of time
And get a better start
And not make the mistakes we have made
And make me yours and you, mine again?
Filling Up of Heart – A Poem by P.K. Deb
The filling was begun by the ancestors
But couldn’t, so couldn’t bloom
A smile, full of colours and fragrance
And at last they got lost un-smiled.
The pages of history get added and added,
Civilization is lifted up and up,
Ashes are turned into gold
With the magical touch of knowledge
And reason becomes the master-key
To mind and brain to open and receive.
Nevertheless, the filling is on and unabated
To fill up the hungry heart-the black hole.
May God explain its elasticity
As inexplicable by any law ever-propounded
And fill up its emptiness as an impossibility
To mankind by anything ever-produced.
Rather it welcomes innovations–
The triumph of modern civilization
Or, the ravings of mad science
And pours more fuel unconsciously
On non-extinguishable fire of greed
To digest the previous stocks of heart
And to gut off the efforts undertaken to fill it up.
Maybe, blissful we are and hopeful too
For more hunger of heart,
More to innovate and more to suffer.
We are framed, indeed, by nature
And all are volunteers in filling of hearts up.
Who dares to break the frame
And prove to be different to assume himself
As the possessor of a houseful heart?
This is merely an assumption
But an effective consolation of heart too
To inject comfort and peace into the heart
And enable us to bloom the last smile
With entire satisfaction when we will depart.