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Budding poets....
Akanksha wrote: "Lolz...feels gud to hv a buddy in suffering :-Pand i don't mind Hindi just writing it down is tedious!"
hmm...now you're talking like a friend of mine.Well, you have another thing in common, she is terribly good in english and is really very intelligent and oh yes..believe it or not, she loves reading too.
Now that sounds like an acquaintance i'd like to make ;-)
:) Indeed.I know.She'd love to meet you too.
hehehehe...lollz...She won't.I'm sure.Malvika isn't someone who'd join goodreads and write about her books.She is one of those who reads and forgets.
Well, that's reason enough to join. I joined i could keep track of what im reading!
hmmm...me too.Besides, I love writing reviews.She hates doing so.She even hates telling people about any book.
They hate Me,they curse Me!
I don't exist,
Why should I?
Battles,war and peace in between,
Misery and sloth abounds!
He is black!black!
The magi proclaim
-as were the twelve tribes we have never seen!
He is white, 'just like us',they say..
upon my word,
Who cares whether He exists?
Of what use this knowledge and much learning
when the very basic lies all dark?
Black or White,tis the same, he said,
-his skin bleaching white?
They are all wrong;
We are the truly wise..
Who see Him as brown
the tone of our hide!
of what import is color,
So long as there is light?
will the seers switch on some?
'tis nearing twilight!
My dusky hues apart,
'tis the breadth of Mine heart
and the depth of My mercy
that some declare,'I am He'
and others 'if not for me'!
Whither gratitude and whither life?
When one wanes,so does the other;
so death is the final answer,
for them that refuse to know,
so much time down the drain!
For them that do not;
neither war nor peace,
tranquility beckons,
My dusky hue penetrating blinding light!
Far beyond all knowledge,
yet hidden in plain sight;
I am known to all
....Who dare see!
OMG thats nice...I must say I love the beginning They hate me they curse me I don't exist why should I? thats really nice...
I wish I never existedI hate the way I am
this feeling so oft I resisted
no pretence no glam
but there is something else inside of me
a life of its own
a creature so beautiful to see
a lovely song and a grunted moan
a melody with no words
la la la la la la
a purpose of the almighty Lord
amidst the winds with the breadth of air
amidst the fire with the smell of ash
amidst the coal with diamonds so rare
amidst the whirlpool squaaarth squash
I was born for a reason
with jobs which only I could do
a bird just free from treason
a task of The Master in leiu
judge me, fill me, touch me
Nay
Nay I say,just let me be
Mod
Meenakshi wrote: "I wish I never existedI hate the way I am
this feeling so oft I resisted
no pretence no glam
but there is something else inside of me
a life of its own
a creature so beautiful to see
a lovely song..."
Meenakshi,I have used your poem as a template to fabric my own...:)
I wish that I existed once;
Ay,just the one time,
When my love came to me!
Coquettish eyes are a magic wand,
My heart under her spell,
Held a life of its own!
Twinkling streams and shooting stars,
The chirping birds and the moaning heavens
I was born for a reason
To love,worship and adore you!
A task the Master gaveth,
An eternity dawns where infinity ends,
tis my heart and yours that go hand in hand!
✖ Musaƒ¡r wrote: "Qadam chal rahe hae kahi aur, but Something else is Heart's desire.Qwab hae kuch aur, And Something else is Fate Desire.
Am doing Something, but that is something Else, which i Aspire..
i Wanna sm..."
hmm...I know the feeling...really nice one..
Rengaraj wrote: "good one meenakshi...:)"✖ Musaƒ¡r wrote: "Nice one meenaxi.! :)"
Smitha wrote: "Meen, you really are a budding poet. Liked that one a lot."
The Gunner wrote: "Hey.. It's very nice, Meenakshi.."
Akanksha wrote: "Super awes'm Meen:)"
okay guys..thank you so much...
@Smitha now thats too much to ask for..thank you..
@Rengaraj yeah that one is so nice..I'm impressed like always... :-)
For all you of you poetry lovers, here is an interesting website started by a colleague of my brother i guess:http://www.thehindu.com/life-and-styl...
Meenakshi wrote: "@Rengaraj yeah that one is so nice..I'm impressed like always... :-)"Thanks,you keep the poet in me alive....:)
Aacharya Didn't wrote: "For all you of you poetry lovers, here is an interesting website started by a colleague of my brother i guess:http://www.thehindu.com/life-and-styl..."
Thanks A..:)
Nice to find this place. I love reading poems. I even have a blog dedicated to classic English poems. Check it out at: http://goldenstp.wordpress.com/Anyway, it's years since I wrote a poem. But here's one of my old ones, written, I think, about 5 years ago for an Orkut community called Heal the Friends. (Don't bother trying to look for the community, it's as good as dead:-( )
Anyway, here's the poem:
~*~ Reach Out~*~
Among the winding lanes of life
Roads that take us high and low
Let there be a hand to hold the light
And kill the gloom with love’s glow.
Behind the facades that we all create
Beneath the masks that all do wear
Let someone peek in and see
The lonely heart, trembling with fear.
Reach out, for we are all alone
Let us share the smiles and tears
Reach out, for the world’s a dreary place
And we all need someone who cares.
Someone who hears what we can’t say
Someone who knows what we won’t show
Come, let’s join our hands together
And seeds of togetherness let us sow.
To add a cheer, to spread a smile
And reflect in darkness a gentle beam
Of friendship, of care and of love
And give someone courage again to dream…
A battle it is that we all are fighting,
A battle that we all do share.
So let’s join our hearts together
And find comfort in each other’s care.
Jyoti wrote: "Nice to find this place. I love reading poems. I even have a blog dedicated to classic English poems. Check it out at: http://goldenstp.wordpress.com/Anyway, it's years since I wrote a poem. But h..."
amazing verse...!!
Jyoti you must be gifted..:)I blog at amedicosmind.blogspot.com
wow..Jyoti..you are really very talented...
Meenakshi wrote: "wow..Jyoti..you are really very talented..."two poetesses among many in this forum...:)
oh..and there comes another budding poet with his lovely comment above :P
:-) thanks, everyone. I'm glad you liked the poem. Sadly, ever since I started working as freelance writer, all poetic imagination seems to have flown out of my head :-(
I can associate with that jyoti...haven't written a poem in ages!!!!
The night she diedMurder was in his gaze,
As he seized her and slapped her face.
She knew then, she had to fight,
And that was the moment - she died.
He tore her clothes and scratched her arms,
but there was nobody to raise an alarm,
She tried to hold him back but he just pushed her aside,
And the second time that night - she died.
She did not even raise her voice,
But that animal, he left her no choice,
It killed her to do so, but she defied,
And a thousand times that night - she died.
When she begged him to kill her and he roared,
She couldn't hold it together anymore,
Her soul withered, she broke down and cried,
Coz that night along with her husband - she too died!!!
This was the last one I wrote....obviously on domestic violence!!!
yeah..really nice...beautiful poem..
Ah, Akanksha, that's intense. The torture of soul over torture of body...excellent depiction.By the way, shall I tell you something? I have written a novel 'Dream's Sake.' It will soon be available in the market. And guess what's the name of the heroine of my book? Yep, Akanksha! Akanksha Sharma, called Aashi by friends and family :-)
Mod
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domestic violence is one of the most horrible and ever perpetuating and least acknowledged crimes in the world, especially so in a setup like ours. I have seen lots of women who break down into tears even when I ask them about their general health or other unrelated things and slowly the stories emerge..
@Jyoti I'll have to definitely read the book then;-)@Smitha I know.....i wrote that poem when i heard shouts from a neighbour's house....it was horrible!
Through my mind's eyeI close my eyes and I hear a sound,
Running water, joyful and unbound.
Leaping and roaring, swirling and swishing,
Loud slaps of waves crashing.
But the chaos yet fuels peace within me,
As I close my eyes and let my mind see.
Past the horizon, beyond the mundane,
My mind wanders off as I hear the sound of the rain.
Pitter patter of raindrops on the window sill,
Exuding calm as I stand still.
The raindrops purge the earth and all within,
Washing away my wrongs and my sins.
And I envision dew drops, sparkling and profound,
As they fall from blades of grass, purifying the ground.
And I find that sheer joy I can’t deny
Myself to feel through my mind’s eye.
And I can hear the wind howling through the trees,
Taking with it the seeds and the leaves,
It blows away the unwanted burden,
And yet, at the same time carries the pioneers of a new generation.
The wind of change does seem to blow,
As I close my eyes, beautiful sights through my mind do flow.
The wind flows in an endless stream,
As if a part of a lively, dazzling dream.
It ruffles the feathers of the birds flying high,
The feel of freedom none other can satisfy.
A dazzle of colour, gray, green and blue,
Circling and singing a melodious hue.
And my mind is held in the most beautiful trance,
As it sees colour and music, hand I hand dance
And such are the birds that sail the air free,
That in my mind’s eye I vividly see…
And far off, I hear the fain song of a bird,
Ecstatic that the sun is now peeping at the world.
The first rays pierce through the darkness to reach the earth,
Lighting up a vibrant world, increasing its worth.
I can hear the pigeons cooing and the monkeys chattering,
Each one expectant and eager for a new beginning.
And a benevolent sun does smile down upon us,
Through my mind’s eye I can see him relish the early morning rush.
And through my mind’s eye, I witness time pass by,
As the sun hides his head under the blanket of his great bed.
And like the mice who play while the cat is away,
The moon peeps over the dark forlorn cloud
And invites a din magnificent and loud,
Of hidden creatures, loyal to the dark,
But beautiful and graceful like the singing lark.
With their voice like melody, they dance and fly,
This is what I see through my mind’s eye.
Animals of prey gear up for the hunt,
They move about stealthily, nighttime has begun.
An eerie silence reigns all around,
Such peace is very difficult to be found.
And again time flies as if on wings,
And the sun rises once more to brighten up things.
It seta again making way for the night,
My mind’s eye has shown me the most wonderful sight.
wonderful poem akanksha....loved every verse...:)
here's another one of my poems. Been reciting it a lot under my breath lately :-)LEAD ME ON TO LIFE, MY LORD
Lead me on to life, My Lord,
I’ve lived in death too long.
The lonely mile, an unrelenting wait
and my stifled and silent song
The world is blooming, but outside
spinning an endless play.
What’s my part in it, My Lord?
When will this stasis give way?
To breathe a voice in my song,
to come out and my lines to say.
Away from the darkness that’s calling me
and out of this suffocating stay.
Unfetter these heavy chains, dear God,
what did I do so wrong?
Lead me on to life, My Lord,
I’ve lived in death too long.
Inspired by Jyoti,LEAD ME ON TO LOVE,MY LORD
Lead me onto love my Lord!
Too long and too late,
this wait in bated breaths
The weight of worry hangs heavy!
Unfettered shall I come,
Into thine open arms,
while fools and skeptics jeer!
Vain is their envy;
Glorious thy love!
Blessed am I today,
bathed in the shower of thy love;
What shall I give in turn?
A stone for those skeptics?
Your hands do restrain,
a gentle breeze wafting by;
these are my children too,
One day they will be mine!
Great is this tale,greater the subject!
for people without cavil,
neither ill nor harm;
Even as thy brow frowns,
my lips will smile!!
Nice poem Jyoti!And yours too Dr. Dork although i'd have written it along the lines of
Lead me on to death, oh lord
i've had enough of this life :P
Thanks, Akanksha.I like it a lot too. Though it was not written as a poem. It's more like a prayer for me that I keep on chanting when things start feeling too stifling. :-)
wow...guys great job...@Axe I would have written the same thing too..guess..gr8 minds really think alike...
I post my poetry on the wattpad website, anyone interested in reading and critiquing?
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Indeed a brilliant poem! In fact my favorite. When I first read it I was just blown away! Christabel too is an absolute mind**&^. Ahh! The innocene of those times!
Akanksha wrote: "Nice poem Hriday!!"Six months late though it be Akansha, thank you for your appreciation! :)
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and i don't mind Hindi just writing it down is tedious!