Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Dec 2009 7:23pm
12th Dec 2009 7:23pm
Something That They Call It, Like...Heart Shaped!
I am on a world tour! Perhaps on a world tour! But certainly I am not a day dreamer. I have no geography at all in my brains, which but only works on certain imaginative things; as if I am climbing the Alps...riding over the camels on Thar...or skating the ice-chills. But then they are far better than those chills and screams thay have at all in their horrible nights. They all have them because they are heavy in their deeds that even pre-occupy their dreams. I am unlike them! I too think being big some day, like them, and that carries me in the other side of the world where the nights have...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Dec 2009 6:54pm
12th Dec 2009 6:54pm
My Dear Yamuna! I am Thy Krishna!!!
I am not shrinked to applause
Thy Holy volume,
It is Thee whom we consume.
It is Thee whom we consume
From the unaccounted past,
But I cannot think beyond
My Lord's flute last.
My Lord's flute last
Gesticulated Thou mellifluous rhythm
And Thou appreciated in peace,
which thence Kaalia poisoned
And my Lord kept it under His knees.
And my Lord kept it under His knees
To retain Thy silver charm,
Habituated in calm,
Alas! Pollution Thy harm.
Alas! Pollution Thy harm,
But I am Thy Krishna Today
And I am not...
Thy Holy volume,
It is Thee whom we consume.
It is Thee whom we consume
From the unaccounted past,
But I cannot think beyond
My Lord's flute last.
My Lord's flute last
Gesticulated Thou mellifluous rhythm
And Thou appreciated in peace,
which thence Kaalia poisoned
And my Lord kept it under His knees.
And my Lord kept it under His knees
To retain Thy silver charm,
Habituated in calm,
Alas! Pollution Thy harm.
Alas! Pollution Thy harm,
But I am Thy Krishna Today
And I am not...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Dec 2009 5:44am
9th Dec 2009 5:44am
Michael Schumacher? Don't follow, but admire him...
The world is not moving fast enough to succeed-
Whatever it has achieved, have been long breed.
Even the galaxies never clashed without purpose,
The cosmic forces have planned them in advance I suppose!
The knowledge of direction is a must-
Howsoever you want to move fast.
Speed enough is a mistake in haze,
Don't do anything for craze!
The tortoise won the race in the story-
Planned things are sure to achieve glory.
Career planning, manpower planning, succession planning,
Are all but...
Whatever it has achieved, have been long breed.
Even the galaxies never clashed without purpose,
The cosmic forces have planned them in advance I suppose!
The knowledge of direction is a must-
Howsoever you want to move fast.
Speed enough is a mistake in haze,
Don't do anything for craze!
The tortoise won the race in the story-
Planned things are sure to achieve glory.
Career planning, manpower planning, succession planning,
Are all but...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Dec 2009 7:08am
4th Dec 2009 7:08am
Divorce...!!!
..(Like), The tallest minaret depots an ego,
The martyr soul in peace and solo,
God's own created blasphemy is pseudo,
The ground and the sky never met in ado-
She framed nupital and went ago.
...(Like), the sun sets, the chirping birds flew,
The dusk, the dawn, the grasses in dew,
Conflicting religions, the Greeks and the Hebrew,
The nomads, the vagabonds, the aimless pursue-
She allied herself, partitions grew.
I could not see her that day, cried in hay...
Her bridal gown was red,...
The martyr soul in peace and solo,
God's own created blasphemy is pseudo,
The ground and the sky never met in ado-
She framed nupital and went ago.
...(Like), the sun sets, the chirping birds flew,
The dusk, the dawn, the grasses in dew,
Conflicting religions, the Greeks and the Hebrew,
The nomads, the vagabonds, the aimless pursue-
She allied herself, partitions grew.
I could not see her that day, cried in hay...
Her bridal gown was red,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2009 12:27pm
3rd Dec 2009 12:27pm
Love You... Rihanna!
I remember the Tropicana beau from Syndale,
She delivered my order at the welcome pub Dazzle-
It was the smile she was affording that day,
And now she is the jealous infection from the social bay...
I looked at her same contours hesitantly,
And they have been exposed much sharper delightedly-
She appealed me her demystified glory,
Two weeks later she left her job for the clearence money...
I remember her tears washing the dirty streets in the market,
She was refused by every seller for credit-
...
She delivered my order at the welcome pub Dazzle-
It was the smile she was affording that day,
And now she is the jealous infection from the social bay...
I looked at her same contours hesitantly,
And they have been exposed much sharper delightedly-
She appealed me her demystified glory,
Two weeks later she left her job for the clearence money...
I remember her tears washing the dirty streets in the market,
She was refused by every seller for credit-
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2009 8:09am
28th Nov 2009 8:09am
MANHATTAN DREAMS... Where style meets Quilt!
Thirty feet tall Madonna, is one of the things-
My ultra-stylish city that grew up,
Rave, raunchy catwalks beneath those chandeliers-
The Toyota drives by the Manhattan Beach, amidst bikini wardrobe.
When I read those Taxi-dance barbettes-
I wish I could lost in their growling gowns,
All my wishes fulfilled one day and flew me down there-
My boasting finance job and some pals were African browns!
It was that ultimate visa down the Fashion Avenue-
Most of their lipstick glosses were supported by Chelsea...
My ultra-stylish city that grew up,
Rave, raunchy catwalks beneath those chandeliers-
The Toyota drives by the Manhattan Beach, amidst bikini wardrobe.
When I read those Taxi-dance barbettes-
I wish I could lost in their growling gowns,
All my wishes fulfilled one day and flew me down there-
My boasting finance job and some pals were African browns!
It was that ultimate visa down the Fashion Avenue-
Most of their lipstick glosses were supported by Chelsea...
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Nov 2009 9:06am
27th Nov 2009 9:06am
abra-ca-dabra... The Black Magic!!!
The prime occult, the statute owl, the shrill bat overhead;
And all they spelt magic, reflects back tragic.
The weird power of lust seeds treachery;
Flesh-bones doomed to hell, hyptonism meant for sale.
Sensible life falls prey and hoodooed;
Films are made claiming viewers test for bravery.
The orphans mother became the parasite, breastfeeding beneath the banyan;
She got wild in the evening, shouted beckoning.
Her pupils rolled pathetic fire-balls;
One day she was overpowered, her skull banged into ovules of lard.
Virginity was sacrificed...
And all they spelt magic, reflects back tragic.
The weird power of lust seeds treachery;
Flesh-bones doomed to hell, hyptonism meant for sale.
Sensible life falls prey and hoodooed;
Films are made claiming viewers test for bravery.
The orphans mother became the parasite, breastfeeding beneath the banyan;
She got wild in the evening, shouted beckoning.
Her pupils rolled pathetic fire-balls;
One day she was overpowered, her skull banged into ovules of lard.
Virginity was sacrificed...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2009 7:30pm
23rd Oct 2009 7:30pm
you taught me how to love, but not how to stop
She got jealous of you Sheryll!
Because I was treacherous in praising you-
I wanted to peep into her heart and I knew,
She was serious unlike me and could almost peril!
I am gulity for not loving her so much!
In fact she loves me above considerations-
I felt only my glory with her love enunciations.
It was first time for me and she belied her past as such!
I could not pick up her call before my boss!
Was it her unprofessional interference?
She thought I would call in return for preference-
But I...
Because I was treacherous in praising you-
I wanted to peep into her heart and I knew,
She was serious unlike me and could almost peril!
I am gulity for not loving her so much!
In fact she loves me above considerations-
I felt only my glory with her love enunciations.
It was first time for me and she belied her past as such!
I could not pick up her call before my boss!
Was it her unprofessional interference?
She thought I would call in return for preference-
But I...
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STORY POEM
Published
21st Oct 2009 6:51pm
21st Oct 2009 6:51pm
A City in Heart!!!
There are some places in this heart-
Where the mind and the body unites,
A strange longing strives,
That knows no sphere beyond this place,
Where no sin dwells and lives only grace,
An astounding uncertainty becomes certainty,
That desires immortal longevity,
Where someone's red and white blood commutes into the vessels,
A strange perception of personality levels,
That brings into the shoulders that force and responsibility,
Where no sweet illusion and allusion only survives,
That...
Where the mind and the body unites,
A strange longing strives,
That knows no sphere beyond this place,
Where no sin dwells and lives only grace,
An astounding uncertainty becomes certainty,
That desires immortal longevity,
Where someone's red and white blood commutes into the vessels,
A strange perception of personality levels,
That brings into the shoulders that force and responsibility,
Where no sweet illusion and allusion only survives,
That...
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LOVE POEM
Published
20th Oct 2009 7:07pm
20th Oct 2009 7:07pm
LOVE IS EQUAL TO M-O-H-A-B-B-A-T!!!
(This is what I will define love is all about-)
A budding maturity turns into madness for the opposite sex;
a sensitive part of the mind begins to forget the rest!
The desire heads towards an obession;
not yet ripe and thrives on ostentation!
However, the seed of love is confirmed by the honesty of the soul-
it can sacrifice, it can withstand and define its goal!
An understanding of the beloved's trait and admiration-
a gentle thought arises amidst some sensation!
Gradually the speed shapes into an ego...
A budding maturity turns into madness for the opposite sex;
a sensitive part of the mind begins to forget the rest!
The desire heads towards an obession;
not yet ripe and thrives on ostentation!
However, the seed of love is confirmed by the honesty of the soul-
it can sacrifice, it can withstand and define its goal!
An understanding of the beloved's trait and admiration-
a gentle thought arises amidst some sensation!
Gradually the speed shapes into an ego...
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ANGER POEM
Published
9th Oct 2009 5:41pm
9th Oct 2009 5:41pm
ZERO...FREEZING TILL DEATH!!!
"...I could feel the pain, yet I could not.
I knelt down before the hell-boss, unwillingy certainly caught.
It was my trip to abyss and I could not feel the bullet inside my stomach.
I could only feel its velocity attack.
Heaven and hell churned out,
Terror stood before me in black, his busy AK-57, his chest wide and stout.
At one corner of my vision was she, I attended her wedding last night...
At the other end was standing he, once I attended his funeral site.
Cruel metals punched his throat for the red serum gate,...
I knelt down before the hell-boss, unwillingy certainly caught.
It was my trip to abyss and I could not feel the bullet inside my stomach.
I could only feel its velocity attack.
Heaven and hell churned out,
Terror stood before me in black, his busy AK-57, his chest wide and stout.
At one corner of my vision was she, I attended her wedding last night...
At the other end was standing he, once I attended his funeral site.
Cruel metals punched his throat for the red serum gate,...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2009 9:09pm
2nd Oct 2009 9:09pm
ilovemypennies.com
Sensex, Dow Jones, Nasdaq getting bigger,
ET, Business Standard, Dalal Street talking about the richer-
The capital market drawing attention to many,
Who knows you may multiply your every single penny!
Numerous financial websites grew,
Mr. Mehta's attention drew-
Even he dreamt of making money,
The market for him was looking sunny.
Our hero relied and invested everything he had-
Initially made wise returns, and not bad.
Being a common man he dreamt too,
He has to grow rich for his daughter two!
Things looked prominent for a while,
The...
ET, Business Standard, Dalal Street talking about the richer-
The capital market drawing attention to many,
Who knows you may multiply your every single penny!
Numerous financial websites grew,
Mr. Mehta's attention drew-
Even he dreamt of making money,
The market for him was looking sunny.
Our hero relied and invested everything he had-
Initially made wise returns, and not bad.
Being a common man he dreamt too,
He has to grow rich for his daughter two!
Things looked prominent for a while,
The...
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