Submissions by Yudhajeet_Sinha_09 (Yudi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry is the most soothing language a man can speak in. I am here only to talk with the world.
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Sep 2015 7:02pm
30th Sep 2015 7:02pm
The Mulatto Girl
Dusky skin and the voodoo of the eye,
Melancholy of thy love
Reflected in the sky.
Heaving down the breasts-
Cascade of the river brown flows.
My mulatto girl, let nothing remain hidden
beneath the strings of your clothes.
Speak to me in the language unknown
Tender whispers, the quivering of your tone.
Look me in the eye:
The valerian gaze of a gazelle.
Burn me with the provoking curves
The rage of an undying and unsatisfied
act of love.
Trapped thee me, a slave of lust
In the chasm of thy Elmina castle, ...
Melancholy of thy love
Reflected in the sky.
Heaving down the breasts-
Cascade of the river brown flows.
My mulatto girl, let nothing remain hidden
beneath the strings of your clothes.
Speak to me in the language unknown
Tender whispers, the quivering of your tone.
Look me in the eye:
The valerian gaze of a gazelle.
Burn me with the provoking curves
The rage of an undying and unsatisfied
act of love.
Trapped thee me, a slave of lust
In the chasm of thy Elmina castle, ...
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2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Aug 2015 11:29am
30th Aug 2015 11:29am
My relationship with the Melancholy Whore
Trying to describe Gabriel Garcia Marquez is way beyond the capacity of any living person. And I am firm in my belief of the same. And even if an intellectual with an inimitable prowess deciphers the code of love with which the poetic novel “Memories of My Melancholic Whores” is written, the exercise will amount to futility and he will cease to breathe one fine day with the realisation of his failure in elucidating the morse code to others, because sensing the spectral visions which resonates Garcia’s emotions throughout the entire sequence of magical words is beyond comprehension of the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2015 6:42am
2nd Jul 2015 6:42am
Love Unknown..
The fire that lights up
in the mantle of my heart
in the presence of someone unknown
Remains a mystery to me
The pain in my heart writhing
from the fumes of your esoteric eyes
And the poetry of unreciprocated love
shall do me no harm
in the mantle of my heart
in the presence of someone unknown
Remains a mystery to me
The pain in my heart writhing
from the fumes of your esoteric eyes
And the poetry of unreciprocated love
shall do me no harm
786 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Apr 2015 9:24pm
12th Apr 2015 9:24pm
Its all about the Imagination!
Love is one of the most famous word on this earth in every language. Everyone speaks about it but no one really knows what the word actually means. I am not indulging into the age old debate of defining love nor shall I endeavour to find the meaning of true love. But I shall make an effort to elucidate the feeling which we all try to relate with the word love. The feeling that encompasses our mind with a melancholic circle that soothes and hurts us at the same time. The feeling which we all know is perfidious to our rationale but we can’t seem to block the thoughts coming in our mind. We...
1155 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2015 4:49pm
27th Jan 2015 4:49pm
The Online Death
One day if I die
Without a word or a sigh
What happens to my facebook profile ?
Lesser by one
a comment, a like
My name on your pic? You will never find
Tag a name you will no more
Waste of time and exercise futile!
A wish a less on the date you first breathe
On 10th of Jan, don't care if you're late
Think me rude as you always do
Coz' no matter how sweet you wish,
I will never thank you.
And as time shall pass
you all will change
New pictures clicked along new friends
Its just my timeline that remains the same
No...
Without a word or a sigh
What happens to my facebook profile ?
Lesser by one
a comment, a like
My name on your pic? You will never find
Tag a name you will no more
Waste of time and exercise futile!
A wish a less on the date you first breathe
On 10th of Jan, don't care if you're late
Think me rude as you always do
Coz' no matter how sweet you wish,
I will never thank you.
And as time shall pass
you all will change
New pictures clicked along new friends
Its just my timeline that remains the same
No...
876 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jan 2015 1:47pm
14th Jan 2015 1:47pm
Remember Me
Remember me when I am gone,
Away, far away, to where I belong.
Remember me for the words we said, for the time we spent, for the love we made
Forever to me, I thought you belong
The lamp too low, the wine too strong.
Remember me for the paths we walked,
Coats empty but hearts full of love.
Remember me for frolics shared
eyes unmet, blushes spared.
Portcullis of the society was where you drew the line.
Alas, the journey ended, the story incomplete, but we divine!
So remember me never again but remember me once again,
When pots will...
Away, far away, to where I belong.
Remember me for the words we said, for the time we spent, for the love we made
Forever to me, I thought you belong
The lamp too low, the wine too strong.
Remember me for the paths we walked,
Coats empty but hearts full of love.
Remember me for frolics shared
eyes unmet, blushes spared.
Portcullis of the society was where you drew the line.
Alas, the journey ended, the story incomplete, but we divine!
So remember me never again but remember me once again,
When pots will...
787 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Jun 2013 3:41pm
28th Jun 2013 3:41pm
The Lust Stand
A lustre a little,impetuous a wind,
Vindictive to my sleep,my night queen.
Gleaming knife,golden edges sharp,
Thirsty you are too,
Desires,enigmatically tough.
Try I to cut myself,
But you never give up.
Misty lake gloryfying the night sky
Lusty blood o' mine,
slipping to flow inside!
Vindictive to my sleep,my night queen.
Gleaming knife,golden edges sharp,
Thirsty you are too,
Desires,enigmatically tough.
Try I to cut myself,
But you never give up.
Misty lake gloryfying the night sky
Lusty blood o' mine,
slipping to flow inside!
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DARK POEM
Published
29th May 2013 5:29pm
29th May 2013 5:29pm
Dying Footsteps
She walks in white,
A face gaunt and pale,
Nine lives of a cat
Seems coming to an end.
The curse of the oblivion striking her
night and day.
Old age is bad indeed,
We wish for it young,
Curse it when we are old.
Impudency disgracing my heart,
Thoughts cheap sublimes,
Leaving me dumbfound,
Shocked He is looking at my so called heart
that wishes to see my own blood die.
Saving the doctor's prescription fee
in exchange for GAP clothes and sexual thrills!
Heinous our souls become
at...
A face gaunt and pale,
Nine lives of a cat
Seems coming to an end.
The curse of the oblivion striking her
night and day.
Old age is bad indeed,
We wish for it young,
Curse it when we are old.
Impudency disgracing my heart,
Thoughts cheap sublimes,
Leaving me dumbfound,
Shocked He is looking at my so called heart
that wishes to see my own blood die.
Saving the doctor's prescription fee
in exchange for GAP clothes and sexual thrills!
Heinous our souls become
at...
869 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th May 2013 10:08pm
25th May 2013 10:08pm
A KISSING STORY..........
Kiss.....
A touch of hope, love and warmth,
A little pain, a little joy, and a little
coming back to the world.
Like the golden light peeping through the
pinewood trees,
Ending the never ending thoughts of wintery nights.
Like the moist after the drought,
Connecting heaven to the earth.
Shimmering joy fading the dearth,
Melodious with my eyes closed,
turns the blue black lakes' corners moist
And the heart, beats, not so slow....
The eyes of love you are,
The lady with the lamp
blinding the green-eyed monster, ...
A touch of hope, love and warmth,
A little pain, a little joy, and a little
coming back to the world.
Like the golden light peeping through the
pinewood trees,
Ending the never ending thoughts of wintery nights.
Like the moist after the drought,
Connecting heaven to the earth.
Shimmering joy fading the dearth,
Melodious with my eyes closed,
turns the blue black lakes' corners moist
And the heart, beats, not so slow....
The eyes of love you are,
The lady with the lamp
blinding the green-eyed monster, ...
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10 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
10th May 2013 5:18pm
10th May 2013 5:18pm
Humanity !
We both breathe in the same breeze,
But we are supposed to be different.
The rose smells sweet to you and me,
But the society forbids us telling it to anybody.
We look at the same morning sun,
Birds singing gives us joy,
The twinkling stars in the night sky
Both of us sit in the same bench,
Searching for beloveds we lost
In the same blue sky.
But we never held our hands together.
We try to build separate houses
Even when we cant help sleeping under
the same roof.
We smile when we are happy and cry when
we are sad,
The blood that...
But we are supposed to be different.
The rose smells sweet to you and me,
But the society forbids us telling it to anybody.
We look at the same morning sun,
Birds singing gives us joy,
The twinkling stars in the night sky
Both of us sit in the same bench,
Searching for beloveds we lost
In the same blue sky.
But we never held our hands together.
We try to build separate houses
Even when we cant help sleeping under
the same roof.
We smile when we are happy and cry when
we are sad,
The blood that...
1087 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th May 2013 3:41pm
6th May 2013 3:41pm
So I Had To Move On........
Like a river that waits for no time and tide
I am flowing, moving on, leaving you behind,
Obscuring myself from the sights of past.
Oblivion's curse is blissful.
I dont want to remember anymore
Of the nights we cried,
Sitting beside,
With heaven lurking in the sky.
Our fingertips touched,
Our eyes telling the stories which our lips didn't.
And we smelt the love in the air
Which we kissed with our lips.
But our legend can't last long,
For though I loved you
My heart devoted,
You lived within yourself
Catering...
I am flowing, moving on, leaving you behind,
Obscuring myself from the sights of past.
Oblivion's curse is blissful.
I dont want to remember anymore
Of the nights we cried,
Sitting beside,
With heaven lurking in the sky.
Our fingertips touched,
Our eyes telling the stories which our lips didn't.
And we smelt the love in the air
Which we kissed with our lips.
But our legend can't last long,
For though I loved you
My heart devoted,
You lived within yourself
Catering...
862 reads
6 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2013 6:24am
3rd May 2013 6:24am
PAULO COELHO
Truth is divine
And divine is the path
And he shows us the way.
The journey to the centre of the earth,
Where the soul of the world stays !
As I made 'The Pilgrimage' to the 'Five Mountains' he created,
I realised how a journey is made
Towards the art of living life.
And I met 'The Alchemist' in the deserts of glory,
To learn how to bring forth the gold in me;
And relieved my heart of all its miseries.
And swimming in the 'Piedra' river
Spirituality of love I made,
And as the clock tick tocked
Passed 'Eleven Minutes' again,
Sex...
And divine is the path
And he shows us the way.
The journey to the centre of the earth,
Where the soul of the world stays !
As I made 'The Pilgrimage' to the 'Five Mountains' he created,
I realised how a journey is made
Towards the art of living life.
And I met 'The Alchemist' in the deserts of glory,
To learn how to bring forth the gold in me;
And relieved my heart of all its miseries.
And swimming in the 'Piedra' river
Spirituality of love I made,
And as the clock tick tocked
Passed 'Eleven Minutes' again,
Sex...
2258 reads
10 Comments
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