Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Nov 2010 5:56am
14th Nov 2010 5:56am
A Love Proposal
This is my weightless love,
A big distance I have traveled for you-
Amidst the stars and at par with the planets,
Isn’t it my romantic clue?
The heaven is just a distance from us,
So that I can’t lie-
My love for you has opened its wings,
Such a long period, am I not shy?
But this is not true,
So far I know my true devotion-
I decided to propose you in the big space,
Do you understand my emotion?
I am in love again these days and this is one more composition for my beloved. She is not even aware of my feelings for her and when she...
A big distance I have traveled for you-
Amidst the stars and at par with the planets,
Isn’t it my romantic clue?
The heaven is just a distance from us,
So that I can’t lie-
My love for you has opened its wings,
Such a long period, am I not shy?
But this is not true,
So far I know my true devotion-
I decided to propose you in the big space,
Do you understand my emotion?
I am in love again these days and this is one more composition for my beloved. She is not even aware of my feelings for her and when she...
1174 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Nov 2010 11:12am
12th Nov 2010 11:12am
Appointment-Love
Meet me on the full moon night,
Behind the blueberry fountain sight,
I will kiss your fair-brown face,
When you will hold me in tight embrace,
The silver curtains of the moon will conceal,
A few moments of our exotic zeal.
Meet me on the concrete road,
When the town slips into subconscious mode,
You will melt in my calcium arms,
Like a dark chocolate staining my palms,
The road beneath will reinforce and hide,
Silent efforts of our erotic ride.
Meet me on the narrow T,
Before the daylight I will let you free,
Then you will...
Behind the blueberry fountain sight,
I will kiss your fair-brown face,
When you will hold me in tight embrace,
The silver curtains of the moon will conceal,
A few moments of our exotic zeal.
Meet me on the concrete road,
When the town slips into subconscious mode,
You will melt in my calcium arms,
Like a dark chocolate staining my palms,
The road beneath will reinforce and hide,
Silent efforts of our erotic ride.
Meet me on the narrow T,
Before the daylight I will let you free,
Then you will...
1283 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2010 11:11am
3rd Nov 2010 11:11am
Free Fall
Free fall…
Free fall…
Like our joyride in Orlando-
When you closed your eyes,
And held your hands in mine,
And completely relied upon me,
And we kissed the ground with no harm,
And started rising again.
Free fall…
Free fall…
Like we are descending from the heaven-
In one parachute umbrella,
And you hold me tight,
And completely rely upon me,
And kiss my lips with yours,
And calm down again.
Don’t look down!
We will land somehow,
Don’t worry about the disaster.
Free fall is a nightmare that may knock...
Free fall…
Like our joyride in Orlando-
When you closed your eyes,
And held your hands in mine,
And completely relied upon me,
And we kissed the ground with no harm,
And started rising again.
Free fall…
Free fall…
Like we are descending from the heaven-
In one parachute umbrella,
And you hold me tight,
And completely rely upon me,
And kiss my lips with yours,
And calm down again.
Don’t look down!
We will land somehow,
Don’t worry about the disaster.
Free fall is a nightmare that may knock...
1873 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Oct 2010 6:37pm
30th Oct 2010 6:37pm
Honeymoon
Dark night honeymoon,
Bright night honeymoon,
Two souls in symphony,
Opposites stuck harmony.
Dark night honeymoon,
Bright night honeymoon,
Vampires sucking love,
Stars are hooking above.
Dark night honeymoon,
Bright night honeymoon,
Gorgeous bridal gown,
And a steadfast groom crown.
For me honeymoon is the night of transition, a night where one phase of your life leads you into another equally interesting and gripping phase. The future is unknown and the moment is not going to stagnate. There is a black curtain which is required...
Bright night honeymoon,
Two souls in symphony,
Opposites stuck harmony.
Dark night honeymoon,
Bright night honeymoon,
Vampires sucking love,
Stars are hooking above.
Dark night honeymoon,
Bright night honeymoon,
Gorgeous bridal gown,
And a steadfast groom crown.
For me honeymoon is the night of transition, a night where one phase of your life leads you into another equally interesting and gripping phase. The future is unknown and the moment is not going to stagnate. There is a black curtain which is required...
1024 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th Oct 2010 11:53am
28th Oct 2010 11:53am
Eligible Bachelors
As I began to climb the campus stairs,
All alone with a numb ache-
A depression blocked those minute vessels,
That carries my vital fluid that frequently thins.
A kind of a genetic disorder that robs me off-
All of my terrible hormones that loses competition,
A competition so heroic called youth,
That settles the score of my sexual life.
A physical length that reduces me to a dwarf,
Almost an intelligent ape that snubs too-
And cannot have biology with another species,
That adores a disqualified creature of its size.
What can make me happy?...
All alone with a numb ache-
A depression blocked those minute vessels,
That carries my vital fluid that frequently thins.
A kind of a genetic disorder that robs me off-
All of my terrible hormones that loses competition,
A competition so heroic called youth,
That settles the score of my sexual life.
A physical length that reduces me to a dwarf,
Almost an intelligent ape that snubs too-
And cannot have biology with another species,
That adores a disqualified creature of its size.
What can make me happy?...
1016 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2010 1:52pm
23rd Oct 2010 1:52pm
Imperfectionist
English is not my native,
And she is not the mother of my tongue-
Even though I wish she could.
Yet I want to become its perfect scribe-
One who can bend and twist the heart out,
Boldly from an altitude compared to Victoria Falls.
My grandpa could be my pioneer-
I crown him as the magician of all languages,
He tossed cerumen, virility, and a she-goat peeing.
So I suffer from this acute metabolism,
That restricts me to imagine beyond bra-panty-
You can call me an imperfectionist and not a perfect scribe.
Since my childhood I have a knack of...
And she is not the mother of my tongue-
Even though I wish she could.
Yet I want to become its perfect scribe-
One who can bend and twist the heart out,
Boldly from an altitude compared to Victoria Falls.
My grandpa could be my pioneer-
I crown him as the magician of all languages,
He tossed cerumen, virility, and a she-goat peeing.
So I suffer from this acute metabolism,
That restricts me to imagine beyond bra-panty-
You can call me an imperfectionist and not a perfect scribe.
Since my childhood I have a knack of...
962 reads
9 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Oct 2010 8:27am
21st Oct 2010 8:27am
Condom Machine
You remind me of the candy girl,
Also a part time whore,
And she did good business in both.
Her soft organs un-protected,
And could be used in cheap,
Like a vending machine with a stock.
The question is …To use you or not,
Fuck with you or fuck you?
While you are standing in your tempting pose,
Shall I wait for the evening dark?
Condom Machine is an urban satire that attacks the government half-boiled efforts in creating an environment for safer sex. However, to the contrary, most of the machines are either installed in the places challenging...
Also a part time whore,
And she did good business in both.
Her soft organs un-protected,
And could be used in cheap,
Like a vending machine with a stock.
The question is …To use you or not,
Fuck with you or fuck you?
While you are standing in your tempting pose,
Shall I wait for the evening dark?
Condom Machine is an urban satire that attacks the government half-boiled efforts in creating an environment for safer sex. However, to the contrary, most of the machines are either installed in the places challenging...
1063 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Oct 2010 7:22am
14th Oct 2010 7:22am
Tempo
A period in my career-
When all went well,
A thousand fireflies paved my way.
A period in my career-
When everything is dull,
An ant bite injected severe venom.
It’s all about time-
That chalks my temperament,
That decides my tempo.
When all went well,
A thousand fireflies paved my way.
A period in my career-
When everything is dull,
An ant bite injected severe venom.
It’s all about time-
That chalks my temperament,
That decides my tempo.
1085 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Oct 2010 10:34am
13th Oct 2010 10:34am
Action Replay
The day we rolled together-
Rolled and rolled down the alley,
Bended the vertical bushes horizontal,
Our laughter echoed up to the sun,
We baked our souls flesh in hot and warmth,
Whistling together and bruising each other,
With our passion filled ignited feelings,
When the stags turned back to our privacy,
Has come to an end-
With the sun setting off the wounded bushes,
Without returning the glory offered by us,
And absorbing our pleasures for its radiance,
That will dissipate the heat next day,
Exposing our bare protrusions uncontrolled,...
Rolled and rolled down the alley,
Bended the vertical bushes horizontal,
Our laughter echoed up to the sun,
We baked our souls flesh in hot and warmth,
Whistling together and bruising each other,
With our passion filled ignited feelings,
When the stags turned back to our privacy,
Has come to an end-
With the sun setting off the wounded bushes,
Without returning the glory offered by us,
And absorbing our pleasures for its radiance,
That will dissipate the heat next day,
Exposing our bare protrusions uncontrolled,...
721 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Oct 2010 1:03pm
7th Oct 2010 1:03pm
Love & Relief Haiku
A strange feeling called love,
Pulled out life from the cocoon-
All darkness resolved.
Might you can fall in,
Some momentary relief-
But each moment contributes span.
A span that ends on a destination-
That stops the search for nectar-
So what, when stored in a bee-hive!
Pulled out life from the cocoon-
All darkness resolved.
Might you can fall in,
Some momentary relief-
But each moment contributes span.
A span that ends on a destination-
That stops the search for nectar-
So what, when stored in a bee-hive!
856 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Oct 2010 1:42pm
5th Oct 2010 1:42pm
Eclipse
A deadly storm-
Surfaced my world,
Uprooted my kingdom.
All seas dried-
Only abstract dry waves,
Without any traces of salt.
Rain could not wet him,
Yet he was thirsty-
Thirsty for a life.
Surfaced my world,
Uprooted my kingdom.
All seas dried-
Only abstract dry waves,
Without any traces of salt.
Rain could not wet him,
Yet he was thirsty-
Thirsty for a life.
908 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Oct 2010 10:49am
4th Oct 2010 10:49am
Farewell Father: My Last Words to You!
Your last journey will be simple-
And you abode to heaven.
While I will imagine your picture,
Live in the heaven, a place for your happiness.
I wish I could never knew-
What I believed in your palmistry classes,
When the family astrologer misread,
And told you will live a long life of seventy years.
Your struggle in beholding your family good-
And those deviations misunderstood.
While your efforts spoke the truth,
Your values at last granted, when you won.
Throughout your complex journey-
You suffered a lot but you smiled....
And you abode to heaven.
While I will imagine your picture,
Live in the heaven, a place for your happiness.
I wish I could never knew-
What I believed in your palmistry classes,
When the family astrologer misread,
And told you will live a long life of seventy years.
Your struggle in beholding your family good-
And those deviations misunderstood.
While your efforts spoke the truth,
Your values at last granted, when you won.
Throughout your complex journey-
You suffered a lot but you smiled....
1166 reads
3 Comments
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