Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 11:38am
1st Mar 2013 11:38am
Murder Sonnet: Lunar Eclipse
Tonight moon will be grey and mean,
Shoddy like never before. It may cast its spell
Upon me and my vicious weapons clean
On my intensions. I will drink my cup of hell
Like my lord Shiva who turned my savior
And painted his throat. I will suffer in my own love
To blame nobody. They knew her behavior
Much before and warned me. I made her move
Towards me through my strings of brilliance.
Time became the witness of the unholy event
My own giant monster gobbled her. Maintenance
Of deceit was held and buried the serpent;
A chalice will...
Shoddy like never before. It may cast its spell
Upon me and my vicious weapons clean
On my intensions. I will drink my cup of hell
Like my lord Shiva who turned my savior
And painted his throat. I will suffer in my own love
To blame nobody. They knew her behavior
Much before and warned me. I made her move
Towards me through my strings of brilliance.
Time became the witness of the unholy event
My own giant monster gobbled her. Maintenance
Of deceit was held and buried the serpent;
A chalice will...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2013 12:53pm
20th Feb 2013 12:53pm
Signs
Every evening watching the flamingos,
The complex mood of the waders-
And the palate sky painted by the setting sun.
The ragger aimed stones over the sea-bed,
To copy the thirsty crow in the fable-
Because it was nowhere near to him.
The lady in her laced gown,
About to end her life with the dive-
Maybe the tides secretly committed to her.
Two lesbians kissing each other with passion,
The silver drizzles embraced them-
And they understood the signs of their approval overhead.
The complex mood of the waders-
And the palate sky painted by the setting sun.
The ragger aimed stones over the sea-bed,
To copy the thirsty crow in the fable-
Because it was nowhere near to him.
The lady in her laced gown,
About to end her life with the dive-
Maybe the tides secretly committed to her.
Two lesbians kissing each other with passion,
The silver drizzles embraced them-
And they understood the signs of their approval overhead.
723 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2012 9:47am
25th Dec 2012 9:47am
The Christmas Eve
The sole of her artificial feet were warming the snow flakes
On the Christmas Eve,
I could have stared at her to make that moment immortal
And frozen myself like an epic monument that denies harsh weather.
My breath gave birth to smokes that could have invoked her from within to melt forever
On the Christmas Eve,
As if all other live forms on earth were condemned by the single word, “STATUE”.
There was an edifice behind her that was once a church burned long ago
When some tribes were killed in religious procrastinations,
Now she moved past her like any...
On the Christmas Eve,
I could have stared at her to make that moment immortal
And frozen myself like an epic monument that denies harsh weather.
My breath gave birth to smokes that could have invoked her from within to melt forever
On the Christmas Eve,
As if all other live forms on earth were condemned by the single word, “STATUE”.
There was an edifice behind her that was once a church burned long ago
When some tribes were killed in religious procrastinations,
Now she moved past her like any...
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ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2012 10:16am
22nd Dec 2012 10:16am
Kill-Bill
My voice against the crime of Rape”
They ran in the rain
With tarpaulin in their heads
Shouting “mamma mia!”
That their shoulders hugged each other
Like the gesture of some cross-country summits
When they have never learned to fight!
They threw their undercovers
To dance naked under the sun
As if they were only assembled bones!
One day they were kidnapped
And handcuffed at the threshold of eighteen
So that they could prove their mankind!
They ran in the rain
With tarpaulin in their heads
Shouting “mamma mia!”
That their shoulders hugged each other
Like the gesture of some cross-country summits
When they have never learned to fight!
They threw their undercovers
To dance naked under the sun
As if they were only assembled bones!
One day they were kidnapped
And handcuffed at the threshold of eighteen
So that they could prove their mankind!
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Dec 2012 9:02am
18th Dec 2012 9:02am
"Liaka"
Another romantic suicide!
They had galore of loves
when one day they took
their adventurous route
amidst rebellious grey clouds.
The rocket of their pleasure
safely landed forever to lose.
Two lives were reduced to “love”-
one small letter word in-appropriate
in the land of concave moons.
They had their own phrases
and they were faithful
but they could never knew
that they have lost their battle
forever in the abyss.
They had galore of loves
when one day they took
their adventurous route
amidst rebellious grey clouds.
The rocket of their pleasure
safely landed forever to lose.
Two lives were reduced to “love”-
one small letter word in-appropriate
in the land of concave moons.
They had their own phrases
and they were faithful
but they could never knew
that they have lost their battle
forever in the abyss.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Dec 2012 11:10am
13th Dec 2012 11:10am
Mystery Woman
She carries her bag of hormones
She is fond of listening gramophones.
Her pageant bred with the opposite sex
Her glory never faded for heart-breaks.
She sells her eggs with a porous joy
She can purge her skin like an envoy.
There on the pavement that mystery woman
Her life so killed on godly summon.
Yet she smiles with no complaints
Her courage can defeat any restraints.
She lives in the heart of every passerby
But she is short and sweet like a bonsai!
She is fond of listening gramophones.
Her pageant bred with the opposite sex
Her glory never faded for heart-breaks.
She sells her eggs with a porous joy
She can purge her skin like an envoy.
There on the pavement that mystery woman
Her life so killed on godly summon.
Yet she smiles with no complaints
Her courage can defeat any restraints.
She lives in the heart of every passerby
But she is short and sweet like a bonsai!
846 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 11:16am
29th Nov 2012 11:16am
GoodBye!
This soil smitten skin will wither
because cells die & not souls;
maybe sunlight caused them cancer
that could not be repaired in lieu of
immortal aspirations of the living divine.
A short film flashback before premonition
about the best & worst deals altogether;
so that they can everlast like a kids plea
finally before life gets rid of the sweet little world
build of virtual shadows that were never real.
because cells die & not souls;
maybe sunlight caused them cancer
that could not be repaired in lieu of
immortal aspirations of the living divine.
A short film flashback before premonition
about the best & worst deals altogether;
so that they can everlast like a kids plea
finally before life gets rid of the sweet little world
build of virtual shadows that were never real.
666 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2012 11:23am
15th Sep 2012 11:23am
Chameli
Mrs Zomach!
She became a divorcee for the third time…
and she was happy like an Indian mother
pregnant for the third time.
The reason this time around
was no canonical disarray.
But he had a fluffy hair
as he could not afford a haircut
that became expensive for the fourth time
in the same year when gasoline was not revised.
Instead of a Murray’s pomade
he did that Chameli stuff from the backstreet shop!
She became a divorcee for the third time…
and she was happy like an Indian mother
pregnant for the third time.
The reason this time around
was no canonical disarray.
But he had a fluffy hair
as he could not afford a haircut
that became expensive for the fourth time
in the same year when gasoline was not revised.
Instead of a Murray’s pomade
he did that Chameli stuff from the backstreet shop!
938 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Sep 2012 2:29pm
7th Sep 2012 2:29pm
Chinatown
I dozed off in the Cantonese carpentry
While my sister was prescribing spices
On her strong smelling green betel leaf;
Renowned Bengalis in the suburb of Kolkata
Whom my brother-in-law could identify
Were all around us from their day’s break;
Most of them were prescribing China-cooked prawns.
All I remember was the sweet-corn soup;
Some bald wrinkled faces struggling to emerge
Amidst smokes from their high society pipes;
Portraits of some Chinese convicts in Madras;
Noisy gumboots on the stony terrace;
One of the tallest Mickey clowns I...
While my sister was prescribing spices
On her strong smelling green betel leaf;
Renowned Bengalis in the suburb of Kolkata
Whom my brother-in-law could identify
Were all around us from their day’s break;
Most of them were prescribing China-cooked prawns.
All I remember was the sweet-corn soup;
Some bald wrinkled faces struggling to emerge
Amidst smokes from their high society pipes;
Portraits of some Chinese convicts in Madras;
Noisy gumboots on the stony terrace;
One of the tallest Mickey clowns I...
812 reads
1 Comment
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