Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2014 1:36pm
14th Feb 2014 1:36pm
Good Morning Deepika!!!
Life me the bacteria of your good-morning mouth
Cherishing my short-lived dreams & relishing till dawn
All the precious moments I live inside you I owe
You’re for my daylight hours when the actual sun has gone.
Your first smile will kill me in the froth of that toothpaste
The first sip of your holy black coffee erase my footsteps
My shapeless being will wait like an owl to see you again
One meticulous addiction will penetrate your lip-crepes.
Warm me by your sensuous breathe & grow my desire high
Bring that fug in your sun-light cave that...
Cherishing my short-lived dreams & relishing till dawn
All the precious moments I live inside you I owe
You’re for my daylight hours when the actual sun has gone.
Your first smile will kill me in the froth of that toothpaste
The first sip of your holy black coffee erase my footsteps
My shapeless being will wait like an owl to see you again
One meticulous addiction will penetrate your lip-crepes.
Warm me by your sensuous breathe & grow my desire high
Bring that fug in your sun-light cave that...
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STORY POEM
Published
15th Jan 2014 11:23am
15th Jan 2014 11:23am
Dreams
I saw
My phantom dreams in your eyes
All those glitters of a romantic city
But I could not see their pains inside.
When my whole world was traveled by your feet
The whole science of light years changed for me
They made me old like an ancient city forgotten.
Now
I was visiting by-lanes
Many of their window panes could no more be opened
Once they breathed yellow flames inside
Now they were black soot.
Suddenly I stopped at one of them.
I saw a beautiful female scientist standing nude
And inventing her doses of love…
...
My phantom dreams in your eyes
All those glitters of a romantic city
But I could not see their pains inside.
When my whole world was traveled by your feet
The whole science of light years changed for me
They made me old like an ancient city forgotten.
Now
I was visiting by-lanes
Many of their window panes could no more be opened
Once they breathed yellow flames inside
Now they were black soot.
Suddenly I stopped at one of them.
I saw a beautiful female scientist standing nude
And inventing her doses of love…
...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jan 2014 1:37pm
14th Jan 2014 1:37pm
S.P.U.T.N.I.K
Everyday we will see
Everyday we will meet
Wherever we will flee
Our friendship can never cheat!
In energy like a river
In synergy like the sun
Distance no more matter
Together we have fun!
Let’s fly this Sputnik higher
Let’s sail this ship of friendship
We are breathing all together
A happy life is all we worship!
Everyday we will meet
Wherever we will flee
Our friendship can never cheat!
In energy like a river
In synergy like the sun
Distance no more matter
Together we have fun!
Let’s fly this Sputnik higher
Let’s sail this ship of friendship
We are breathing all together
A happy life is all we worship!
817 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2013 7:27pm
13th Dec 2013 7:27pm
Infatuation
Seventh wife…
As dry as a winter rose
You dejected me on a fry pan of romance!
That love is nude
And every opposite sex is now rude
Like a beautiful boat at a distance…
An alarm clock
So close to the hours of my youth…
You are the seventh wife of my continuing prose!
As dry as a winter rose
You dejected me on a fry pan of romance!
That love is nude
And every opposite sex is now rude
Like a beautiful boat at a distance…
An alarm clock
So close to the hours of my youth…
You are the seventh wife of my continuing prose!
868 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Oct 2013 4:49pm
6th Oct 2013 4:49pm
Riverbed
A sound of peace remains in the background
And this life journeys amidst boulders by a river,
One misses but cannot ignore the sound of release.
There is a prolonging that never dies,
An energy that matches the current in the water,
Very swift but an endless journey carries forward.
On a remote village they burnt corpses by a river bed
Some folklore believed they can send a soul to its nature origin,
I believe here an occult romance happens between Satan and Soul.
And this life journeys amidst boulders by a river,
One misses but cannot ignore the sound of release.
There is a prolonging that never dies,
An energy that matches the current in the water,
Very swift but an endless journey carries forward.
On a remote village they burnt corpses by a river bed
Some folklore believed they can send a soul to its nature origin,
I believe here an occult romance happens between Satan and Soul.
735 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2013 8:00pm
21st Sep 2013 8:00pm
Honor
She walked naked on the sunlight silk
Previous night was a nightmare forgotten
She was raped by the clouds, married to blasphemy.
A gentle kiss on her forehead transferred to her toes
Dews beneath them evaporated without malignancy,
She had the cancer & could not be cheated anymore.
Occult powers descended like a fog to protect her
Mere heat of passion may further ascend the smog
Only clear mind & its milk of wisdom could possess her.
Air smelled of lavender from the breast of heaven
She was silent & dead for this world like a...
Previous night was a nightmare forgotten
She was raped by the clouds, married to blasphemy.
A gentle kiss on her forehead transferred to her toes
Dews beneath them evaporated without malignancy,
She had the cancer & could not be cheated anymore.
Occult powers descended like a fog to protect her
Mere heat of passion may further ascend the smog
Only clear mind & its milk of wisdom could possess her.
Air smelled of lavender from the breast of heaven
She was silent & dead for this world like a...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Sep 2013 10:04am
19th Sep 2013 10:04am
Dead Man Living
I looked at the statue at Cyprus
One that was invaded by Turks;
Someday the principal was an invader
A very stout personality I never knew.
I wondered & imagined stories I weaved
An ancestor of mine who could never knew me;
Probably he could have been a better poet without arms
Maybe we could have shared the same dynasty after ages.
But he could not have composed on bronze then
And could not be vandalized of cultural legacy;
Pirates from all ages could not mean scribes of any kind
They are the subjects of our cryptic art that need no...
One that was invaded by Turks;
Someday the principal was an invader
A very stout personality I never knew.
I wondered & imagined stories I weaved
An ancestor of mine who could never knew me;
Probably he could have been a better poet without arms
Maybe we could have shared the same dynasty after ages.
But he could not have composed on bronze then
And could not be vandalized of cultural legacy;
Pirates from all ages could not mean scribes of any kind
They are the subjects of our cryptic art that need no...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2013 2:15pm
17th Sep 2013 2:15pm
Magic
On a temporary dusk,
The sun may bleed but not die.
On a fight between angels & demons,
None of the spirits sigh.
A cucumber moon melts on a dawn,
And become a bodiless beauty.
It will fall in the arms of the river bed,
Re-unite with earth on its divine duty.
A brighter sun re-appears one gay morning,
It’s timeless journey to death cave.
Another world turns around,
Life & death altogether spun on a magical wave.
The sun may bleed but not die.
On a fight between angels & demons,
None of the spirits sigh.
A cucumber moon melts on a dawn,
And become a bodiless beauty.
It will fall in the arms of the river bed,
Re-unite with earth on its divine duty.
A brighter sun re-appears one gay morning,
It’s timeless journey to death cave.
Another world turns around,
Life & death altogether spun on a magical wave.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Sep 2013 11:41pm
13th Sep 2013 11:41pm
Epic Warriors
They burned like flameless candles
And their daily survival made them carnivores;
They were feared but never be worshipped
Yet their skills could be bartered for their legacy.
They wandered from shore to shore on their serum thirst
Juggling & joggling in their quivers of non-repentance
Like the parting of the sun’s rays from the object of peace
But weave their infinite enlightening of the dark inheritance.
Millions of souls horse-powered such human ignorance
De-energized & recharged this bituminous brevity
As if the evening sun self kills its...
And their daily survival made them carnivores;
They were feared but never be worshipped
Yet their skills could be bartered for their legacy.
They wandered from shore to shore on their serum thirst
Juggling & joggling in their quivers of non-repentance
Like the parting of the sun’s rays from the object of peace
But weave their infinite enlightening of the dark inheritance.
Millions of souls horse-powered such human ignorance
De-energized & recharged this bituminous brevity
As if the evening sun self kills its...
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2013 1:19pm
9th Aug 2013 1:19pm
Romen: An Omen of Romance
My lovely volley ball
Shattered your panes
Like an action hero
That kills spoilage
Dawn downs from death
To open the file of life
As if it was an owl
Blinded by the darkness of light
A slash from your lashes
Build me this real Lear
A hero is killed forever
You hit a very bad dab.
Shattered your panes
Like an action hero
That kills spoilage
Dawn downs from death
To open the file of life
As if it was an owl
Blinded by the darkness of light
A slash from your lashes
Build me this real Lear
A hero is killed forever
You hit a very bad dab.
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STORY POEM
Published
13th Jul 2013 12:57pm
13th Jul 2013 12:57pm
Dangerous Kite from New York...ambition girl 5!!!
Blast launch of another successful perfume”
Once again in the summer of New York
She emerged like the blue liquid breeze
Emanating from her topaz body to touch
My sensual skin for her singing, “soothe me…
Soothe me…you die hard to kill me…”
A ghost aghast in her numerous avatar
Mystic downpours in a silent synagogue
She falls upon everywhere on my hamlet earth
Her revenge so sweet but raping the genders
In one unknown oblige of somnambulist conspiracy.
Her fragrance have descended to ascend in our mind
And enslave us by the power...
Once again in the summer of New York
She emerged like the blue liquid breeze
Emanating from her topaz body to touch
My sensual skin for her singing, “soothe me…
Soothe me…you die hard to kill me…”
A ghost aghast in her numerous avatar
Mystic downpours in a silent synagogue
She falls upon everywhere on my hamlet earth
Her revenge so sweet but raping the genders
In one unknown oblige of somnambulist conspiracy.
Her fragrance have descended to ascend in our mind
And enslave us by the power...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jun 2013 1:47pm
19th Jun 2013 1:47pm
gunpoint
In this spherical globe of black grasses,
The world seems alright & cheering white;
Such that no color could have stayed long,
Except the eternal grey & white of experience.
The chemical sun gels & shines well in style,
Bearing the blame of cutting short life-
And there is always respect for death or form
Even if they come too early or too late.
In an era of new born artistes, freedom is crime.
No crop is due after harvest & your hair too.
A breathe or a shampoo never kills you to hell,
But brings too many life-forms for...
The world seems alright & cheering white;
Such that no color could have stayed long,
Except the eternal grey & white of experience.
The chemical sun gels & shines well in style,
Bearing the blame of cutting short life-
And there is always respect for death or form
Even if they come too early or too late.
In an era of new born artistes, freedom is crime.
No crop is due after harvest & your hair too.
A breathe or a shampoo never kills you to hell,
But brings too many life-forms for...
554 reads
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