Pretty Lies – A Poem by G. S. Katz
When I fetch for a compliment
And you tell me the truth
Could you be so kind
To give me some pretty lies?
Our Love – A Poem by G. S. Katz
You cover me
Like a warm blanket
When we sleep
With a window open
We protect each other
From outside evils
It’s not complicated
That’s what lovers do
We make up quickly
If an argument ensues
Like second skin
Joined together, me and you
The Wind That Blew – A Poem by Anuradha Fonseka
Once was a garden
Where all kinds of flowers grew
Varied colours of flowers with
Varied textures and aroma
Two buds of dissimilar species
Yet similar in heart
They were differently textured
Their worlds were like chalk and cheese
Whilst they were struggling to bloom
Some mild breeze brought them close
They were amazed by the knowledge
That their hearts and wishes were alike
Tenderly were they blooming hand in hand
Strengthening their roots
Dreaming of the amazing life ahead
Wonderful friends they were
People thought they were fine sisters
Feeling alike, dreaming alike
That they will adorn
The world hand in hand
Alas..!! NO. They were wrong
A wind blew so strong
They were drawn apart
Far… Far from each other
The wind, still is so strong
It never lets them closer
Could a wind draw hearts apart
Though it could draw the selves apart
No… Strong be the wind
Stronger is their friendship
Whose hearts beat alike
Cannot be defeated by a gale
May twilight surround with stars above
May it snow and draw them apart
They know somewhere around them
Breathes their great friendship
Radar – A Poem by G. S. Katz
Flying under the radar
Off course on purpose
Blackened wings
Off the grid
If you want to find me
There is no password
But there is a code
Remember what I told you
My protectors are none
My allies have faded
My course is clear
New frontiers await
Lust and Love – A Poem by G. S. Katz
I came to you with lust
And ended up in love
But the best part is
I can still have both
Painters and Paintings – A Poem by P.K. Deb
The paintings are to be kissed or spited,
used in embellishing the drawing room
or thrown in dustbin to injure the environment.
A sensitive painter is careful
in centralizing all of his
skills, experiences and virtues
on the top of his brush
and skillful to compel the clean canvas
to conceive a painting–
beautiful and useful too,
with each and every passionate touch of his brush on it.
Blood turns into hot sweat,
sheds on the stainless canvas
and a magnificent painting is born,
compelling claps, kisses, rewards and awards
to be generous to drop on it
from the blissful eyes and the perceived hearts.
Maybe, a bunch of blessings are also bestowed
By blissful and watchful aerial eyes
and a course of curses are booked
for those careless painters
who give their paintings just the beginning,
leaving the finishing to money and machine,
produce some so-called paintings–
lacking color and scent of humanity,
dump them in the slums of garbage
and pollute the cleanliness of the environment
where the stainless paintings are still gathering the blossoms
thrown gratefully by the blissful eyes and the peaceful hearts.
How Am I Feeling – A Poem by Anuradha Fonseka
“How are you?” I ask you
How are my parents
How are my friends
How is he?
I constantly call them, mail them
How am I? Do I ever ask?
How is the girl behind my smile feeling?
When did I ever worry..!!
Facebook…
His new car… Her new bag
He is feeling super… She is feeling loved
Yet…
How am I feeling??
My repressed thoughts imprisoned behind my eyelids
Are they ever cared about?
My dream to travel the seas
To smell the exotic flowers
To taste the foreign spices
To breathe the wind of freedom
When would I ever let them go…!!!
Non-Violent Ventilators – A Poem by P.K. Deb
Scolding, abusing, cursing and weeping–
the effective ventilators for cooling a compelled life,
captive in a handicapped body
with chained hands and feet.
Let’s look at the spears of fire–
cast by the selfish catapults–
powered by the evils of
society, profession, politics and spirituality
towards a poor life and the only amulet–
made of tolerance and patience is penetrated
and the helpless life starts groaning in pain and irritation.
Mind is free and brave,
so prompt for a retaliation
but the body is too handicapped to participate.
A hot and roaring wave of
humiliation and anger is added to the groaning
making the body to swell up in destructive emotion
up to a blasting point.
Thank God, the ventilators start working on time
one by one as per the need of life and time
and the body is spontaneous to use the magic of
scolding, abusing and cursing–
all against the merciless catapult
and at last weeping too to cool down
the burning body mind and soul
in a very non-violent way of saving a life from the fire of anger.
Coffee and My Mother-in-Law – A Poem by P.K. Deb
My mother-in-law,
frequently invited and ever-welcomed
yet likes to trespass my family every now and then,
draws ugly wrinkles on
the plain canvas of my fate,
nevertheless, I pay a welcome smile to her.
My busy commercial schedule-
ever- active to make me rich
but too poor to awake
my consciousness regarding my family schedule,
tongue-less to babbling tongues as a consequence
and washed up thoroughly without any detergent.
Alas! Coal never leaves its colour,
trend-wise ill-fated I was again
to be unmindful to the cordial invitation,
a personal request of my awesome mother-in- law
and a sufferer from an oral storm very soon.
”Oh God, save me please”!
an importunity came out of my timid heart.
As expected she appeared in the next morning,
swept me top to bottom with her verbal broom
in a collaboration with my wife too.
Chilled morning that was,
her voice was quivering in cold
added by her own aggressive emotion.
My all attempts to cool her surrendered
and lead me to kitchen to hide,
I was fortunate to be blessed by God
as my eyes fell on the packet of chocolate coffee,
a smile was bloomed on my lips
and a cup of hot chocolate coffee was prompt
to reach below the nose of mother-in-law
with its enchanting magical flavour,
started extinguishing her fire of emotion
with her each and every sip step by step
and I thanked God and coffee both for a hot rescue.