Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
30th Apr 2010 3:59pm
30th Apr 2010 3:59pm
Bitch Brigade
Chasing you through the bushes,
When I thought I was playing hide & seek with you-
Running hard and churning blood,
In my naked feet kissing heat in your pursue.
My sun-glasses were black that could not penetrate,
Exaggerated, reflected only my desperation-
Your hot wax actually burned them with pain,
I am still proud enough to save my love that suffered abrasion.
That night you held that lantern to porch illusion-
The dancing flames never betrayed,
And gave indication of your sincerity,
Only that you were more than posh when you forayed.
...
When I thought I was playing hide & seek with you-
Running hard and churning blood,
In my naked feet kissing heat in your pursue.
My sun-glasses were black that could not penetrate,
Exaggerated, reflected only my desperation-
Your hot wax actually burned them with pain,
I am still proud enough to save my love that suffered abrasion.
That night you held that lantern to porch illusion-
The dancing flames never betrayed,
And gave indication of your sincerity,
Only that you were more than posh when you forayed.
...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Apr 2010 11:09am
27th Apr 2010 11:09am
The Psychopath who called himself a Serial Killer...
Certain things remain a mystery in life-
And I relived those moments till my last hour,
Like the pungent suffocation that choked one day,
So that I could be stopped killing me long before.
It started from the day I could remember-
When I killed myself amidst numerous tortures,
That played inside me when I lost in swimming,
To my best friend, I was compared, scolded, insulted in overture…
There was no end to my killings-
One, two, three…each and every girl rejected me,
When I proposed to them in school bets,
One of them told me, I was sick…...
And I relived those moments till my last hour,
Like the pungent suffocation that choked one day,
So that I could be stopped killing me long before.
It started from the day I could remember-
When I killed myself amidst numerous tortures,
That played inside me when I lost in swimming,
To my best friend, I was compared, scolded, insulted in overture…
There was no end to my killings-
One, two, three…each and every girl rejected me,
When I proposed to them in school bets,
One of them told me, I was sick…...
845 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Apr 2010 2:39pm
17th Apr 2010 2:39pm
Countrymen...
I am no one to say,
“Give me your blood,
And I will give your freedom!”
I am not a revolutionist, hey!
I want confidence for my good-
And will walk ahead of your Edom…
I won’t say that-
“My speech impediment,
is no hindrance!”
I am no Churchill in my hat!
I will prevent un-precedent-
And will be a good leader in consequence…
I am no one to deny,
“My political intensions,
that will be quite different from Lenin’s lane!”
You choose me and rely-
Let me serve for common apprehensions!
“Inside this PM, will be one of you...
“Give me your blood,
And I will give your freedom!”
I am not a revolutionist, hey!
I want confidence for my good-
And will walk ahead of your Edom…
I won’t say that-
“My speech impediment,
is no hindrance!”
I am no Churchill in my hat!
I will prevent un-precedent-
And will be a good leader in consequence…
I am no one to deny,
“My political intensions,
that will be quite different from Lenin’s lane!”
You choose me and rely-
Let me serve for common apprehensions!
“Inside this PM, will be one of you...
774 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2010 1:19pm
9th Apr 2010 1:19pm
Uzbekistan...The Pride of Central Asia
Terror laden, panic stricken, fear wreathen Uzbekistan?
You are the golden heart,
You have the cotton to heal,
You power the world to start,
Thou youth every womb zeal!
You can manage anything from thousand to below ten,
You are rampant with the wisdom of your pen,
You have the rich pilots,
You are gifted and mastered by your forefather lords!
I can remember a love story for you,
One strange heart broke in her vague pursue,
And when it happened it lost your charm,
It...
You are the golden heart,
You have the cotton to heal,
You power the world to start,
Thou youth every womb zeal!
You can manage anything from thousand to below ten,
You are rampant with the wisdom of your pen,
You have the rich pilots,
You are gifted and mastered by your forefather lords!
I can remember a love story for you,
One strange heart broke in her vague pursue,
And when it happened it lost your charm,
It...
1855 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2010 8:18am
5th Apr 2010 8:18am
Confession...
An ignorant trip to my abyss…
the hot and hungry temptation,
was consumed and satisfied with honesty,
it was a modest desire,that was approached by naked satisfaction…
universal sin was contradicted by the need of philosophy-
an event beneath the moon and consequences of fire!
A couple of dogs by the street barked…
some root grasses were gripped sentimentally,
the oomph was no more important than the motive,
one glass of water was breathlessly drunk,
and edged out from the lamp-top accidentally,
my first touch, un-censored and primitive,
was...
the hot and hungry temptation,
was consumed and satisfied with honesty,
it was a modest desire,that was approached by naked satisfaction…
universal sin was contradicted by the need of philosophy-
an event beneath the moon and consequences of fire!
A couple of dogs by the street barked…
some root grasses were gripped sentimentally,
the oomph was no more important than the motive,
one glass of water was breathlessly drunk,
and edged out from the lamp-top accidentally,
my first touch, un-censored and primitive,
was...
860 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st Mar 2010 8:15am
31st Mar 2010 8:15am
Georgette & Velvet
They were both beautiful-
They were sure to add grandeur to their spouse’s lives,
And they loved each other and said…
Without Cathay Georgette, Florence barely thrives.
Like they always said-
Don’t care the world, fly it, together forever,
They have tied and lied and protected each virtue…
They never bothered what is thought by others and whatever.
One fine day Georgette was like the trend-
And Florence sounded classical,
They kissed each other every where…
Soon they framed their...
They were sure to add grandeur to their spouse’s lives,
And they loved each other and said…
Without Cathay Georgette, Florence barely thrives.
Like they always said-
Don’t care the world, fly it, together forever,
They have tied and lied and protected each virtue…
They never bothered what is thought by others and whatever.
One fine day Georgette was like the trend-
And Florence sounded classical,
They kissed each other every where…
Soon they framed their...
952 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
9th Mar 2010 11:02am
9th Mar 2010 11:02am
The Silver Chronograph,1868, Swiss made...Now in India!!!
I am born on the street,
amidst communal riots-
I have nothing to vibe for,
my upbringing, my education, or anything-
neither the chasing by the decoys,
nor when I was exhibited or proudly conquered,
by my sole owner.
Even that day I was not born,when I stopped my breath for few seconds,
saved from being destroyed beneath the stampede-
my fate continued me ticking,
and I was frisked for at the airport,
by the authorities seeking.
I was a dormant bomb that continued its journey,
from one street to the other,
I wish I could have stopped...
amidst communal riots-
I have nothing to vibe for,
my upbringing, my education, or anything-
neither the chasing by the decoys,
nor when I was exhibited or proudly conquered,
by my sole owner.
Even that day I was not born,when I stopped my breath for few seconds,
saved from being destroyed beneath the stampede-
my fate continued me ticking,
and I was frisked for at the airport,
by the authorities seeking.
I was a dormant bomb that continued its journey,
from one street to the other,
I wish I could have stopped...
832 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2010 1:43pm
22nd Feb 2010 1:43pm
Pause, Rewind...Stop!!!
Yesterday night I was in trouble-
too much of drinking,
too much of dancing,
and suddenly I got dizzy.
When I reached my car-
the doors were open,
the dickey was open,
there lay a female body, a dead body.
I looked outside-
it was raining,
avery long queue ahead for security checking,
there was a barrier and they stopped everybody.
I took the other lane to back-street-
it was all barren,
I struggled for the beer-can,
the steering slipped left-right, the car stopped suddenly.
I rolled down the narrow lanes-
the cop arrested...
too much of drinking,
too much of dancing,
and suddenly I got dizzy.
When I reached my car-
the doors were open,
the dickey was open,
there lay a female body, a dead body.
I looked outside-
it was raining,
avery long queue ahead for security checking,
there was a barrier and they stopped everybody.
I took the other lane to back-street-
it was all barren,
I struggled for the beer-can,
the steering slipped left-right, the car stopped suddenly.
I rolled down the narrow lanes-
the cop arrested...
741 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2010 11:46am
13th Feb 2010 11:46am
The Fourteenth Affair...
How vague-
A chocolate box this year,
A movie, or a long drive, or a candle night dinner…
To pretend your love without any fear!
How vague –
While he holds your waist in the fun-park,
While gyrating together in a joy-ride, or smooching in the dark…To celebrate the formality of love and smirk!
How vague-
When such thoughts flashes at once in air,
When you have a happy family with two kids and a beloved to care…
To remember that silly fourteenth affair!
Dear Readers,
I beg your pardon if I...
A chocolate box this year,
A movie, or a long drive, or a candle night dinner…
To pretend your love without any fear!
How vague –
While he holds your waist in the fun-park,
While gyrating together in a joy-ride, or smooching in the dark…To celebrate the formality of love and smirk!
How vague-
When such thoughts flashes at once in air,
When you have a happy family with two kids and a beloved to care…
To remember that silly fourteenth affair!
Dear Readers,
I beg your pardon if I...
800 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2010 10:39am
2nd Jan 2010 10:39am
Salvation...
Incessant hiccups,
For not-worthy desires-
The heart that often moaned and groaned,
Realizes of late-
The uncanny affairs!
When it is not yet too late-
But then time cannot re-bound,
The memories stick like viscous syrup,
Like having brisk effervescence and hallucinate-
More consumed, more hiccup!
Sometimes the pathos and traumas,
constitutes human engineering-
A test against your will to withstand,
The rough patches play sorcery,
To draw scars over facial layers!
Stigmas do prick and pierce-
The moral combat...
For not-worthy desires-
The heart that often moaned and groaned,
Realizes of late-
The uncanny affairs!
When it is not yet too late-
But then time cannot re-bound,
The memories stick like viscous syrup,
Like having brisk effervescence and hallucinate-
More consumed, more hiccup!
Sometimes the pathos and traumas,
constitutes human engineering-
A test against your will to withstand,
The rough patches play sorcery,
To draw scars over facial layers!
Stigmas do prick and pierce-
The moral combat...
900 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2009 7:58am
25th Dec 2009 7:58am
Merry Christmas!!!
This was not my last Christmas,
I was singing for...
But this was my first pudding,
My first pudding of insult!
The white cotton fruit was only that glitter,
Not my kind of heart or art...
I forgot the Pagan Christian,
I was certainly not that Mozart.
This solstice will certainly be cold,
Without the consumption of butter...
Difficult to think about my journey,
Demoralized, disgusted and clutter.
This will be the merry Christmas,
And I will not be the virgin anymore...
...
I was singing for...
But this was my first pudding,
My first pudding of insult!
The white cotton fruit was only that glitter,
Not my kind of heart or art...
I forgot the Pagan Christian,
I was certainly not that Mozart.
This solstice will certainly be cold,
Without the consumption of butter...
Difficult to think about my journey,
Demoralized, disgusted and clutter.
This will be the merry Christmas,
And I will not be the virgin anymore...
...
892 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2009 11:27am
23rd Dec 2009 11:27am
The Christmas Tree...
The snowfall is the same-
The country is gearing for the season's game,
Last year also,
This year almost the same-
They danced to the carol-tunes,
There we watched the street-kids...
From our dusky windows,
While we sipped some brandy and ate prunes.
The jingling of the bells are the same-
Little fairies in their white skirts from the churches came,
Last year also,
But this year they looked pale-
They gathered around the same spot-
To collect their Christmas gifts...
Mere loafs of bread and some liquid hot,
Last year they had the...
The country is gearing for the season's game,
Last year also,
This year almost the same-
They danced to the carol-tunes,
There we watched the street-kids...
From our dusky windows,
While we sipped some brandy and ate prunes.
The jingling of the bells are the same-
Little fairies in their white skirts from the churches came,
Last year also,
But this year they looked pale-
They gathered around the same spot-
To collect their Christmas gifts...
Mere loafs of bread and some liquid hot,
Last year they had the...
912 reads
4 Comments
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