Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Aug 2010 10:34am
28th Aug 2010 10:34am
The Last Metropolitan
While monsoon is breaking its previous records,
The capital is building up for the game.
Too many slips instead-
Heaps of debris excavating your un-predictable life,
City life and its troubles, a war between our past and present,
That makes the promise for our future.
Real estate surging like a bonfire,
There is no place to live for.
An old residence shaken more than an earthquake-
By the Korean bogies of the metro rail corporation,
That diminished the travel schedule quite proportionally,
To a few million breaths short of an ailing grand...
The capital is building up for the game.
Too many slips instead-
Heaps of debris excavating your un-predictable life,
City life and its troubles, a war between our past and present,
That makes the promise for our future.
Real estate surging like a bonfire,
There is no place to live for.
An old residence shaken more than an earthquake-
By the Korean bogies of the metro rail corporation,
That diminished the travel schedule quite proportionally,
To a few million breaths short of an ailing grand...
817 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
28th Aug 2010 10:19am
28th Aug 2010 10:19am
Red Gingers
I was like the jungle king,
She was like the jungle queen,
She was running nude,
Except wearing those flowers,
And I was wearing the waves,
That kissed me otherwise nude.
All those strange creatures on the beach,
They all ignored us for burning together,
Burning for sin,
Craving for sin,
Like the reptiles being swallowed by their dens,
The cock of a man,
Kissing the pit of a woman,
The evolution of thirst,
The ejaculation of burst,
Everything protected by the transparent curtains of water.
She was like the jungle...
She was like the jungle queen,
She was running nude,
Except wearing those flowers,
And I was wearing the waves,
That kissed me otherwise nude.
All those strange creatures on the beach,
They all ignored us for burning together,
Burning for sin,
Craving for sin,
Like the reptiles being swallowed by their dens,
The cock of a man,
Kissing the pit of a woman,
The evolution of thirst,
The ejaculation of burst,
Everything protected by the transparent curtains of water.
She was like the jungle...
1885 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Aug 2010 11:26am
18th Aug 2010 11:26am
Parental Prism
They have toiled us with their sweat-
And now we have to reap. We two-
Standing on our own and what they think.
But what they think actually?
9 months in a mother’s womb,
Learning from your father to comb-
Every bit of our childhood, bitter or sweet,
We owe to them…
“…From career to marriage,
The selection of the cars in the garage-
Friends and sports,
The capacity of our brain and our potential efforts.”
Flashback…
A struggling father juggling his...
And now we have to reap. We two-
Standing on our own and what they think.
But what they think actually?
9 months in a mother’s womb,
Learning from your father to comb-
Every bit of our childhood, bitter or sweet,
We owe to them…
“…From career to marriage,
The selection of the cars in the garage-
Friends and sports,
The capacity of our brain and our potential efforts.”
Flashback…
A struggling father juggling his...
860 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2010 1:32pm
13th Aug 2010 1:32pm
The Atheist
When the gong strikes hard-
I am awakened,
And I glance and glare,Through my seaside window-
Looking up the edifice and the monster bird!
Once I felled and hurt my knees-
While climbing the too many steps,
Watching those pigeons,
Thinking if they were mullahs-
Blessing excreta’s down my tees!
Once in my childhood-
I was not looking at the idols,
Rather amazed by the campanology,
They were hollow and sinister,
Not enough to fill my empty stomach with food!
When the Samaritans and Puritans-
Stopped singing hymns on fire,...
I am awakened,
And I glance and glare,Through my seaside window-
Looking up the edifice and the monster bird!
Once I felled and hurt my knees-
While climbing the too many steps,
Watching those pigeons,
Thinking if they were mullahs-
Blessing excreta’s down my tees!
Once in my childhood-
I was not looking at the idols,
Rather amazed by the campanology,
They were hollow and sinister,
Not enough to fill my empty stomach with food!
When the Samaritans and Puritans-
Stopped singing hymns on fire,...
1098 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2010 8:08am
7th Aug 2010 8:08am
One Good Resolution
I will not talk to another girl with feelings-
I will not look into another girl with killings.
No more I will long for a filmy love marriage-
No more I will think about my arranged marriage.
I will never even attempt to befriend a girl-
I will never even think about such a whirl.
No oomph, no sigh-
No hello-high, only goodbye.
Don’t look at me like this-
I am fine, leave me please!
“One Good Resolution”, is a plain poem with its content pretty clear inthe script itself. It is a romantic poem with a negative accent. The...
I will not look into another girl with killings.
No more I will long for a filmy love marriage-
No more I will think about my arranged marriage.
I will never even attempt to befriend a girl-
I will never even think about such a whirl.
No oomph, no sigh-
No hello-high, only goodbye.
Don’t look at me like this-
I am fine, leave me please!
“One Good Resolution”, is a plain poem with its content pretty clear inthe script itself. It is a romantic poem with a negative accent. The...
818 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2010 7:41am
7th Aug 2010 7:41am
rainforest...a different attempt
The shallow and dark consequences ofmy fate-
Like being drenched by the boa,
Like being constricted between the cancer and the capricorn,
Before I could realize the disaster, it was too late.
Free fall penetrating the canopy layer-
Fire fragments and flesh for the predators,
Falling beyond the undestroyed greens,
Leopards and jaguars ignored my last prayer.
The moment the forest floor kicked my chest-
Some wild lizards whispered behind my ears,
The black sky wept above and the sun was ashamed to mock,
“Don’t kill the...
Like being drenched by the boa,
Like being constricted between the cancer and the capricorn,
Before I could realize the disaster, it was too late.
Free fall penetrating the canopy layer-
Fire fragments and flesh for the predators,
Falling beyond the undestroyed greens,
Leopards and jaguars ignored my last prayer.
The moment the forest floor kicked my chest-
Some wild lizards whispered behind my ears,
The black sky wept above and the sun was ashamed to mock,
“Don’t kill the...
850 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2010 7:51am
23rd Jul 2010 7:51am
Mystique: Metaphors for My Beloved Part-2 Fairy Tales
I have never seen a mermaid-
With her fins so slender and gentle;
Or when you swim so weightless in water-
Any of them could have done with their bristle.
Cindrella could not have looked so ugly beautiful,
When you ran down to me leaving those landscapes behind;
And in the course you have broken the straps of your silver shoes,
Glow and shadow on your face were contemporaries and dutiful.
I have never imagined an angel nude-
With their breasts hanging for becoming stiff with magic,
Comparing your vagina to a sorcerers cave without any logic-...
With her fins so slender and gentle;
Or when you swim so weightless in water-
Any of them could have done with their bristle.
Cindrella could not have looked so ugly beautiful,
When you ran down to me leaving those landscapes behind;
And in the course you have broken the straps of your silver shoes,
Glow and shadow on your face were contemporaries and dutiful.
I have never imagined an angel nude-
With their breasts hanging for becoming stiff with magic,
Comparing your vagina to a sorcerers cave without any logic-...
939 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
13th Jul 2010 12:46pm
13th Jul 2010 12:46pm
a date with Angelina Jolie
Chasing the dreams to touch the sky, shaking the roots of feminism;
Happy to shoot for the Vogue, Cosmopolitan and Gia's plagiarism-
All for her superstar Angel, she lived the attitude of lesbianism;
From Philadelphia to New York she sold, her fraternity and parental prism-
The ambitious gal, the ambition gal felt addicted to cocaine and heroinism.
Climbing the hills in Beverly was not tough enough, shredding chastity for mean;
Hallowing for her Tomb Raider, she swallowed her city of sin-
All in her attempts she brewed her habits,...
Happy to shoot for the Vogue, Cosmopolitan and Gia's plagiarism-
All for her superstar Angel, she lived the attitude of lesbianism;
From Philadelphia to New York she sold, her fraternity and parental prism-
The ambitious gal, the ambition gal felt addicted to cocaine and heroinism.
Climbing the hills in Beverly was not tough enough, shredding chastity for mean;
Hallowing for her Tomb Raider, she swallowed her city of sin-
All in her attempts she brewed her habits,...
880 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jul 2010 6:43pm
6th Jul 2010 6:43pm
Mystique: Metaphors for My Beloved
I think your blue eyes conspire- Waves of your hypnotic sexual prowess,
Renders an un-imaginable scepter-
That rules the world beside you oh princess!
I just wanna have you,
I just wanna grab you,
Like plucking out the stars from the sky-
Like ruthlessly waging a war for cosmic defy!
No single thread between you and me-
As if the centrifugal force holding the planets,
That preserves the stellar discipline in the quantum packets-
Close your eyes and wish me to the comets falling free!
Mystique is a candy-floss heart stealer that sails...
Renders an un-imaginable scepter-
That rules the world beside you oh princess!
I just wanna have you,
I just wanna grab you,
Like plucking out the stars from the sky-
Like ruthlessly waging a war for cosmic defy!
No single thread between you and me-
As if the centrifugal force holding the planets,
That preserves the stellar discipline in the quantum packets-
Close your eyes and wish me to the comets falling free!
Mystique is a candy-floss heart stealer that sails...
827 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
1st Jun 2010 10:22am
1st Jun 2010 10:22am
doomsday
I was standing straight-
My hands benighted down,
Little bend towards the lord,
And they called my guilty posture.
When I closed my eyes slightly wet-
They dressed me in the butcher’s gown,
Aimlessly swaying my sword,
Goat masks swinging like pendulum’s structure.
Behind me were tall men in cloaks-
They were trying to move a big glass cube,
There were victims floating in water,
As if they were dead and numbed in pain.
I turned to them as the frog croaks-
A cloak-man gave me the reins of their capillary tube,
And a bottle of venom to...
My hands benighted down,
Little bend towards the lord,
And they called my guilty posture.
When I closed my eyes slightly wet-
They dressed me in the butcher’s gown,
Aimlessly swaying my sword,
Goat masks swinging like pendulum’s structure.
Behind me were tall men in cloaks-
They were trying to move a big glass cube,
There were victims floating in water,
As if they were dead and numbed in pain.
I turned to them as the frog croaks-
A cloak-man gave me the reins of their capillary tube,
And a bottle of venom to...
956 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2010 7:14am
28th May 2010 7:14am
pretty Ugly Breasts: A Women Trilogy
Your white bosoms releasing that white serum.
That curvaceous mound feeds humanity,
That makes the biggest humanity via motherhood wisdom.
Your pink breasts arousing that tempest blood.
That soft hill becoming hard,
That hardens which heightens the adulthood.
Your black boobs taming sin.
That concealed shape popping out to provoke,
That provokes to rape feminism in mean.
The short poetic piece defines the portion of the feminine torso in three different ways. The language and understanding is simple yet astounding. The three different...
That curvaceous mound feeds humanity,
That makes the biggest humanity via motherhood wisdom.
Your pink breasts arousing that tempest blood.
That soft hill becoming hard,
That hardens which heightens the adulthood.
Your black boobs taming sin.
That concealed shape popping out to provoke,
That provokes to rape feminism in mean.
The short poetic piece defines the portion of the feminine torso in three different ways. The language and understanding is simple yet astounding. The three different...
982 reads
3 Comments
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