Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
STORY POEM
Published
15th Jun 2013 12:05pm
15th Jun 2013 12:05pm
Tambola!
All she wore was her skin,
Her dazzling crown was celestial.
She moved her fingers pointing upwards,
Very frequently, rapidly, in vehement patterns
Like deciphering musical notes from ancient leaves.
As if the sky was soon about to rot & push the stars to fall
And she could find no time to count them then
When some of them kill the light of her crown
So that she could not see any more of them.
The darkness of the night was stark,
Silently she remembered the numbers.
If any math could have run the world, she could win. ...
Her dazzling crown was celestial.
She moved her fingers pointing upwards,
Very frequently, rapidly, in vehement patterns
Like deciphering musical notes from ancient leaves.
As if the sky was soon about to rot & push the stars to fall
And she could find no time to count them then
When some of them kill the light of her crown
So that she could not see any more of them.
The darkness of the night was stark,
Silently she remembered the numbers.
If any math could have run the world, she could win. ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2013 2:06pm
11th Jun 2013 2:06pm
Animal Kingdom 2: give & take
This time an animal hunter sleeps,
drawing a thin line between pleasure & relief;
a paddock & cage is all same
like the parrot shouts, “freedom” free
but the blind mice escape after consuming poison!
Vested returns are assured,
dipped in one sweet revenge of a joy-stick;
here Jerry chases Tom & the dead lizard falls on the cup
because give & take is all about seizure & belief
I will say, “Don’t look down as up pukes the bandit!”
drawing a thin line between pleasure & relief;
a paddock & cage is all same
like the parrot shouts, “freedom” free
but the blind mice escape after consuming poison!
Vested returns are assured,
dipped in one sweet revenge of a joy-stick;
here Jerry chases Tom & the dead lizard falls on the cup
because give & take is all about seizure & belief
I will say, “Don’t look down as up pukes the bandit!”
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STORY POEM
Published
21st May 2013 11:37am
21st May 2013 11:37am
Lip-Gloss
Get me into that one thin line
Between your smiles I shine
Maybe just one line you wear
And I wont melt away I swear.
I will shy when you whisper
Melting in you like a Casper
If I could build clouds white
They could return you my delight.
Hold me tight in your boroughs
Relieve me mine glycerin sorrows
From there I will hide and peep
The thirsty world you always keep.
Between your smiles I shine
Maybe just one line you wear
And I wont melt away I swear.
I will shy when you whisper
Melting in you like a Casper
If I could build clouds white
They could return you my delight.
Hold me tight in your boroughs
Relieve me mine glycerin sorrows
From there I will hide and peep
The thirsty world you always keep.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2013 10:01am
18th Apr 2013 10:01am
Soldiers
I woke up climbing the anthill
To see that they were dead all
But there were no signs of defeat
Their hard work nobody could cheat
I could not found blood stains or sweat
Scattered all around were cubes of sweet.
A little ahead and down the plateau
Few tiny soldiers walking down furrow
They had no signs of burden or sorrow
Only thinking about all they could borrow
Maybe their happiness or maybe retreat
But did they ever take into account of their fleet?
To see that they were dead all
But there were no signs of defeat
Their hard work nobody could cheat
I could not found blood stains or sweat
Scattered all around were cubes of sweet.
A little ahead and down the plateau
Few tiny soldiers walking down furrow
They had no signs of burden or sorrow
Only thinking about all they could borrow
Maybe their happiness or maybe retreat
But did they ever take into account of their fleet?
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 2:17pm
16th Apr 2013 2:17pm
Yet Another Birthday Present
This morning will be never ending but glittery-
By now my moon has outdone the sun and defeated in brightness
She has her own kingdom of stars and her scepter is luminous
Every quantum of the celestial will be deserved by her royal highness.
Her chariot will be made of her own words and journey one destiny-
She will witness her holy moon from within herself,
One diamond shine will reflect her angelic compassion,
All tears will be of happiness and sparkle like divine jewellery.
Heaven will be the host and composure will be the warmth of the day
All...
By now my moon has outdone the sun and defeated in brightness
She has her own kingdom of stars and her scepter is luminous
Every quantum of the celestial will be deserved by her royal highness.
Her chariot will be made of her own words and journey one destiny-
She will witness her holy moon from within herself,
One diamond shine will reflect her angelic compassion,
All tears will be of happiness and sparkle like divine jewellery.
Heaven will be the host and composure will be the warmth of the day
All...
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Apr 2013 10:19am
13th Apr 2013 10:19am
South End of a North Bound Horse
Those lips did smoke from within
Very hot air to kill any kind of love
Like prosperous balloons they rip apart
One in crime without being hurt.
I call them Jamaican waves of love
That made the lovers in their jovial frolly
After all one bears the heat above
Slipping all throughout in jolly.
Let me die in your lips when we war
So far so they can pull my heart
In my conquest of your polite lips
I give it a damn if they are fart.
Very hot air to kill any kind of love
Like prosperous balloons they rip apart
One in crime without being hurt.
I call them Jamaican waves of love
That made the lovers in their jovial frolly
After all one bears the heat above
Slipping all throughout in jolly.
Let me die in your lips when we war
So far so they can pull my heart
In my conquest of your polite lips
I give it a damn if they are fart.
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STORY POEM
Published
11th Apr 2013 2:34pm
11th Apr 2013 2:34pm
Sleep
They were climbing up the hill
Pearl beads were made from their sweats
Rolling down like a clean stream;
One which works hard all throughout
And their realm so intent of their beads
They were inseparable from their film.
More and more my vision focused
I could identify them and their needs.
All were different but me travelling times;
When times met as dense as clouds
Before they melt all into one and join the stream
Once again to pick up the beads that had fallen.
The moments came to capture the beads
So that the nerves wretched to...
Pearl beads were made from their sweats
Rolling down like a clean stream;
One which works hard all throughout
And their realm so intent of their beads
They were inseparable from their film.
More and more my vision focused
I could identify them and their needs.
All were different but me travelling times;
When times met as dense as clouds
Before they melt all into one and join the stream
Once again to pick up the beads that had fallen.
The moments came to capture the beads
So that the nerves wretched to...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 10:48am
9th Apr 2013 10:48am
Another Poem from Page-3
Like Henry I swayed my sword upon
White pages but dark without wisdom
Attacking the palace of Palestine
And contravening the head of the bishop
I crowned myself the unborn emperor.
I rode the chariot of the sun
The moon being my abstract driver
Drawing out stars into constellation of demons
So that I can chalk them out one new moon night
And become the marshal of Constantine laws.
Here on my pages I made god’s descend
Make love to live forms like never before
I have solved the mysteries before and after birth
But nothing is...
White pages but dark without wisdom
Attacking the palace of Palestine
And contravening the head of the bishop
I crowned myself the unborn emperor.
I rode the chariot of the sun
The moon being my abstract driver
Drawing out stars into constellation of demons
So that I can chalk them out one new moon night
And become the marshal of Constantine laws.
Here on my pages I made god’s descend
Make love to live forms like never before
I have solved the mysteries before and after birth
But nothing is...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2013 12:22pm
2nd Apr 2013 12:22pm
Verses of Freedom...
Restless timorous life
Quivered throughout
For freedom.
And that spider soul
Did all art,
To build & sacrifice.
A candle in the wind
In lieu of a silent torch
Became frog.
Quivered throughout
For freedom.
And that spider soul
Did all art,
To build & sacrifice.
A candle in the wind
In lieu of a silent torch
Became frog.
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Mar 2013 12:10pm
21st Mar 2013 12:10pm
Joker
You have thrown me out
From your betel shaped heart
As if I am the joker of your world
In the kingdom of spades
And you have become my gambler
Of the moment who habits repeat wins.
But I am not certainly out of the circus!
Like the falling Oedipus I will retreat
By crumbling your kingdom of cards I defeat
You as the mother of my romantic mirth!
For the first time on heaven and earth
The audience will weep for their joker!”
From your betel shaped heart
As if I am the joker of your world
In the kingdom of spades
And you have become my gambler
Of the moment who habits repeat wins.
But I am not certainly out of the circus!
Like the falling Oedipus I will retreat
By crumbling your kingdom of cards I defeat
You as the mother of my romantic mirth!
For the first time on heaven and earth
The audience will weep for their joker!”
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STORY POEM
Published
19th Mar 2013 12:25pm
19th Mar 2013 12:25pm
Mermaids
Half dressed, half naked
Half gods of the pristine!
Because curse is beautiful
When beauty is cursed
And shame purges her soul
Even when her sins disbursed.
The unlucky omens of the past
She will be immortal in her lust
Poison cannot kill her desires
Repentance ablaze her into fires.
Half queen, half dream
Half buried, half Christine!
Half gods of the pristine!
Because curse is beautiful
When beauty is cursed
And shame purges her soul
Even when her sins disbursed.
The unlucky omens of the past
She will be immortal in her lust
Poison cannot kill her desires
Repentance ablaze her into fires.
Half queen, half dream
Half buried, half Christine!
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