Submissions by aarti
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
An amateur. A closet poet since 2002
SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2015 11:43pm
17th Oct 2015 11:43pm
Grandmother
When I am really low and sad, I like to remember my grandmothers who have suddenly become my strength today. In the south indian state of karnataka, grandmothers are called ajji (plural ajjis)
One of my grandma's passed away even before I was born and one died when I was 3
AJJI
Dearest Ajjis,
My darling grannies
why is heaven so far?
My dearest mother of mother's
Please take me in your arms?
My sweetest granny
Your granddaughter needs your love and smile
But you ran away? You left her to win her fights
Oh beautiful grandma...
One of my grandma's passed away even before I was born and one died when I was 3
AJJI
Dearest Ajjis,
My darling grannies
why is heaven so far?
My dearest mother of mother's
Please take me in your arms?
My sweetest granny
Your granddaughter needs your love and smile
But you ran away? You left her to win her fights
Oh beautiful grandma...
826 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Oct 2015 11:19pm
17th Oct 2015 11:19pm
Loveless life
I am in love
In love with a man
That knows not of my existence
A love too platonic, I shiver with the thought
I am in love, the love is persistent.
But the man I love hasnt the faintest idea
A dewdrop in a thunderstorm
I am the unfortunate forgotten
What value does a drop of dew have?
When a flash of gushing rain
Eliminates the mere meaning of its existence
Like a shadow in a room without light
I silently carry on my relentless fight
Of not being seen, being over-looked at
But what will a girl do? ...
In love with a man
That knows not of my existence
A love too platonic, I shiver with the thought
I am in love, the love is persistent.
But the man I love hasnt the faintest idea
A dewdrop in a thunderstorm
I am the unfortunate forgotten
What value does a drop of dew have?
When a flash of gushing rain
Eliminates the mere meaning of its existence
Like a shadow in a room without light
I silently carry on my relentless fight
Of not being seen, being over-looked at
But what will a girl do? ...
814 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2015 6:57am
13th Oct 2015 6:57am
Away
Take me to a place far, far away,
On high mountains and deep seas.
Take me where my voice travels across the vastness of the land
Where even my echo can't travel back.
Take me away, where no maps can help you out,
to where the mere existence of life is a big question-mark.
Take me to the shores of eternal joy,
where I can dip my feet and still not drown
Take me on a rocket, a boat, a plane, a ship, a train,
No matter how long it takes to get there
Take me somewhere where the day doesn't turn to night
Or the starry nights...
On high mountains and deep seas.
Take me where my voice travels across the vastness of the land
Where even my echo can't travel back.
Take me away, where no maps can help you out,
to where the mere existence of life is a big question-mark.
Take me to the shores of eternal joy,
where I can dip my feet and still not drown
Take me on a rocket, a boat, a plane, a ship, a train,
No matter how long it takes to get there
Take me somewhere where the day doesn't turn to night
Or the starry nights...
720 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2015 8:13pm
9th Oct 2015 8:13pm
Hungry devil
It was a cricket match,
I suddenly remember
I was young, chirpy full of ambition and valour
I don't know why, during my darkest gloomy time
I remember the worst possible memories
I guess I need to face the facts
And get some alone time, some closure
So back again in the cricket stadium we are
I am fourteen. I am young. My body is begging to curve
I want to grab a quick grub, so I head to a crowded stall
But little did I know I would end up numbing down my nerves
Disorganized people just rush-in for no reason
And I try to make...
I suddenly remember
I was young, chirpy full of ambition and valour
I don't know why, during my darkest gloomy time
I remember the worst possible memories
I guess I need to face the facts
And get some alone time, some closure
So back again in the cricket stadium we are
I am fourteen. I am young. My body is begging to curve
I want to grab a quick grub, so I head to a crowded stall
But little did I know I would end up numbing down my nerves
Disorganized people just rush-in for no reason
And I try to make...
645 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2015 6:25pm
9th Oct 2015 6:25pm
The unintentional martyrs
My dear Friend Jen has been such a guiding light. I feel like singing "this little guiding light of mine, I am going to let it shine, let it shine all the time, let it shine!"
She told me to put-up my poem from a competition post, so here we go!
It was the day of independence
Day of joy, pride and liberation
Young boys and girls came out in uniforms
Girls and boys in their most disciplined form.
March ahead, March forward the school head shouted
Marching across saluting the motherland
But little did they know what lay ahead
...
She told me to put-up my poem from a competition post, so here we go!
It was the day of independence
Day of joy, pride and liberation
Young boys and girls came out in uniforms
Girls and boys in their most disciplined form.
March ahead, March forward the school head shouted
Marching across saluting the motherland
But little did they know what lay ahead
...
585 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Oct 2015 8:27pm
7th Oct 2015 8:27pm
Movement
I am a dancer.
My hips move from side to side
You are my sorcerer
Your magic is infinite.
You take your finger tips
Scroll it down my forehead, nose and neck
And my skin explodes.
Goosebumps everywhere.
I gasp in despair.
You stroke your hands on the end of my collar-less top
you hold it tight and you tear it down
You pull me, like a beast
your massive hand clasps my hip
And you bite my neck like a hungry feast
I scream in pain, and the dry spell ends
your moist lips, wet the end of my skin ...
My hips move from side to side
You are my sorcerer
Your magic is infinite.
You take your finger tips
Scroll it down my forehead, nose and neck
And my skin explodes.
Goosebumps everywhere.
I gasp in despair.
You stroke your hands on the end of my collar-less top
you hold it tight and you tear it down
You pull me, like a beast
your massive hand clasps my hip
And you bite my neck like a hungry feast
I scream in pain, and the dry spell ends
your moist lips, wet the end of my skin ...
1131 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Oct 2015 6:40am
7th Oct 2015 6:40am
To the Mother of all mothers
"Hello Mother, how are you today.
You don't look jolly well
On this fine Sunday"
Mother looked morose. She looked gloomy and sad
Mother had trenches under her eyes, big round sacks.
"What is wrong, deary, tell me you worries."
But mother is a sacrificial idol
Mother is the epitome of doing anything for survival
"You looked so pretty, when I was born
A good quarter century ago. On a beautiful morn"
I remember mother being around me everywhere.
Silently watching over me, making sure I was aware. ...
You don't look jolly well
On this fine Sunday"
Mother looked morose. She looked gloomy and sad
Mother had trenches under her eyes, big round sacks.
"What is wrong, deary, tell me you worries."
But mother is a sacrificial idol
Mother is the epitome of doing anything for survival
"You looked so pretty, when I was born
A good quarter century ago. On a beautiful morn"
I remember mother being around me everywhere.
Silently watching over me, making sure I was aware. ...
527 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2015 4:18pm
6th Oct 2015 4:18pm
Cry
Saline water
So pure, yet unclean
Dripping from the edge of my face
Running through the bone of my cheek
Saline water, stubborn and mean
She lightly caresses my nose
Slyly runs her body across my cheekbone
She will not leave me
Even though I am a carcass, whole.
I wonder why. She comes every night.
I can't fathom the reason
Why doesn't she scram! Just GO!
Saline Water, you reveal my secrets, you whore.
People who once trusted my rancid smile
No curiously cross-question, to know something more.
When I was...
So pure, yet unclean
Dripping from the edge of my face
Running through the bone of my cheek
Saline water, stubborn and mean
She lightly caresses my nose
Slyly runs her body across my cheekbone
She will not leave me
Even though I am a carcass, whole.
I wonder why. She comes every night.
I can't fathom the reason
Why doesn't she scram! Just GO!
Saline Water, you reveal my secrets, you whore.
People who once trusted my rancid smile
No curiously cross-question, to know something more.
When I was...
885 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2015 7:18am
6th Oct 2015 7:18am
Are we destroying our nature?
I see to the farthest point my sight betrays
I feel as long as my senses are in place
But when I open my eyes
there is nothing in sight
Not a man, not a plant
Not a tree I can transplant
Into the memory cells of my brains
I try. Struggling to uncover stories
My body is fatigued and fatigue is strained
My mind is confound my visions untamed
Red-Yellow-white is all that came
What happened to the lush mountains and the pompous gardens?
All I see are patches of white and yellow and toxic reds
My body is fatigued...
I feel as long as my senses are in place
But when I open my eyes
there is nothing in sight
Not a man, not a plant
Not a tree I can transplant
Into the memory cells of my brains
I try. Struggling to uncover stories
My body is fatigued and fatigue is strained
My mind is confound my visions untamed
Red-Yellow-white is all that came
What happened to the lush mountains and the pompous gardens?
All I see are patches of white and yellow and toxic reds
My body is fatigued...
682 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th Oct 2015 5:21pm
5th Oct 2015 5:21pm
Tunnel
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is the sinister mouth of the fire-breathing dragon
The fire is enticing, oh so inspiring
But to life you'll owe an apology
for the end of the tunnel will lead you to an end
An end of a journey, of a life-line of breath
The light at the end looks nothing but frightening
Yet you are aware of you demise surely
Even if you so much as think of going there.
charred to a fine powder, incarcerated
Why so cruel, at life's behest
Why so morbid? Leading to a path that is moribund
Of balances I may have...
Is the sinister mouth of the fire-breathing dragon
The fire is enticing, oh so inspiring
But to life you'll owe an apology
for the end of the tunnel will lead you to an end
An end of a journey, of a life-line of breath
The light at the end looks nothing but frightening
Yet you are aware of you demise surely
Even if you so much as think of going there.
charred to a fine powder, incarcerated
Why so cruel, at life's behest
Why so morbid? Leading to a path that is moribund
Of balances I may have...
811 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2015 4:41pm
5th Oct 2015 4:41pm
The Harmonica
The closest thing, to a passionate touch
that my lips will ever meet,
Is with the bronze reed of the harmonica
The supple ends of my shrunken lips,
Enervated by dullness of mind
Get lively with a powerful jest
When they trap the bait into a clasp
The only love that my hands will partake
Is the movement along its slender body
The harmonica speaks to me, asking me to caress its totality
The only smothering will the cheeks be involved
Is the subtle nudge by the air from the throat
To my lecherous mind, my...
that my lips will ever meet,
Is with the bronze reed of the harmonica
The supple ends of my shrunken lips,
Enervated by dullness of mind
Get lively with a powerful jest
When they trap the bait into a clasp
The only love that my hands will partake
Is the movement along its slender body
The harmonica speaks to me, asking me to caress its totality
The only smothering will the cheeks be involved
Is the subtle nudge by the air from the throat
To my lecherous mind, my...
715 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Oct 2015 7:16am
3rd Oct 2015 7:16am
Magic Wand
A magic wand
So fascinating, so bright
Unraveling its mysterious beauty
On days where there is no light
So cosmic, words fall short to describe
Your presence is here, quite near, in the moonless night
Magic wand, so close to my heart
Closer to the cracks on my skin, you always shake me with a start
On days that the sun is shining and the mind is fearless
You betray, dear friend, and hide in the closet
On days when the evils of my spirit enlighten
You appear like the grace of a divine action
...
So fascinating, so bright
Unraveling its mysterious beauty
On days where there is no light
So cosmic, words fall short to describe
Your presence is here, quite near, in the moonless night
Magic wand, so close to my heart
Closer to the cracks on my skin, you always shake me with a start
On days that the sun is shining and the mind is fearless
You betray, dear friend, and hide in the closet
On days when the evils of my spirit enlighten
You appear like the grace of a divine action
...
745 reads
2 Comments
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