Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Sep 2012 12:54pm
5th Sep 2012 12:54pm
Kiss
A sudden jolt
After the three minutes long kiss
That could have lasted till the end of the world.
These are called moments of refinement in sex
Like the poetic refrains of some Michelangelo.
Maybe because life is short, sweet & sexy
And the philosophers contradict healthy tips,
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away”.
So that when the lips lock again
The horizon of chemistry expands
Beyond France,
Powered by two wildly civilized human beings
Once narrowly escaped from cultural control
Peace, amen!
After the three minutes long kiss
That could have lasted till the end of the world.
These are called moments of refinement in sex
Like the poetic refrains of some Michelangelo.
Maybe because life is short, sweet & sexy
And the philosophers contradict healthy tips,
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away”.
So that when the lips lock again
The horizon of chemistry expands
Beyond France,
Powered by two wildly civilized human beings
Once narrowly escaped from cultural control
Peace, amen!
859 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2012 2:39pm
3rd Sep 2012 2:39pm
Eden Garden
Death was her fall from life forever
So that her bodily matter degrade
And evaporate into the system of Eden
The threshold of eternity and freedom;
A foreboding gate between body and soul
Has been shattered from entwinement
To see the diamond white light of blindness
An epoch so long and fast to cherish
En-route to the world of sublime happiness.
Here will be the end of the hearth
The beginning of the celestial earth
When there will be shapeless gods
Emanating from the center of the humans;
The body will die, the soul will rise.
So that her bodily matter degrade
And evaporate into the system of Eden
The threshold of eternity and freedom;
A foreboding gate between body and soul
Has been shattered from entwinement
To see the diamond white light of blindness
An epoch so long and fast to cherish
En-route to the world of sublime happiness.
Here will be the end of the hearth
The beginning of the celestial earth
When there will be shapeless gods
Emanating from the center of the humans;
The body will die, the soul will rise.
764 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Aug 2012 12:29pm
28th Aug 2012 12:29pm
Rainbow Dreams
An umbrella above my earth
And light scattered from the porous curtains
Like ping-pong balls dancing on a court
I wake up all alone one saucy morning
In the bosom of the valley of rains
As if I wished my first honeymoon.
One blink onto the dark again for the light
Cherished for sometime like one enjoying heavens
Unreal in existence but proven truth
Like a poets muse or a lover’s keep
One temporary death of pause conquered my life.
There I saw this nature’s smile
Far from the distance where I am
A fragmented smile from seven colored...
And light scattered from the porous curtains
Like ping-pong balls dancing on a court
I wake up all alone one saucy morning
In the bosom of the valley of rains
As if I wished my first honeymoon.
One blink onto the dark again for the light
Cherished for sometime like one enjoying heavens
Unreal in existence but proven truth
Like a poets muse or a lover’s keep
One temporary death of pause conquered my life.
There I saw this nature’s smile
Far from the distance where I am
A fragmented smile from seven colored...
911 reads
0 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
25th Aug 2012 1:28pm
25th Aug 2012 1:28pm
Jonaki
A romantic poet called you
from the family of Cleopatra.
When you stepped in
your cold light deceived.
I have seen you growing up
For several years you have been waiting
When winters passed by.
But I am a Romeo!
Stop your predation
For our unison.
Enwrap you today
In the envelope of the dawn
Split your legs
Enlighten me, then die.
from the family of Cleopatra.
When you stepped in
your cold light deceived.
I have seen you growing up
For several years you have been waiting
When winters passed by.
But I am a Romeo!
Stop your predation
For our unison.
Enwrap you today
In the envelope of the dawn
Split your legs
Enlighten me, then die.
838 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2012 10:00am
23rd Aug 2012 10:00am
Rain Drops
There is a sense of profound grief and joy
blended in the much awaited rain drops,
the moment they escape from the cloud-hills.
As if they have waited for years of freedom
and those years have been slow and fast,
eluding glory from the tiny soldiers marching
towards death in the pit of the thirsty hell.
In the kingdom of Cloud-hills they were gods
of divine evolution waiting for a supreme order,
to re-unite with the earth’s crust into matter-
tiny beads of light, happiness, love.
So they kiss the grass, fix the butterflies,
Wets the...
blended in the much awaited rain drops,
the moment they escape from the cloud-hills.
As if they have waited for years of freedom
and those years have been slow and fast,
eluding glory from the tiny soldiers marching
towards death in the pit of the thirsty hell.
In the kingdom of Cloud-hills they were gods
of divine evolution waiting for a supreme order,
to re-unite with the earth’s crust into matter-
tiny beads of light, happiness, love.
So they kiss the grass, fix the butterflies,
Wets the...
701 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 12:23pm
13th Jul 2012 12:23pm
Love You Deepika...
That love is a crux and eternal from our generations past
And that dad’s too have infatuations beyond our mom’s”,
Are not sufficient reasons for a proud daughter’s debut poem?
A fishy story about a young small man obsessed with a superstar
Because of her brown slender legs and hot short pants with mystery inside
More than a hungry man enjoying a dish of roasted pamphlet
Is nothing new in the era of a bollywood fan and a common man.
That digression sells and sex smells too ardent among boys and men
Or maybe too common subjects with virgins dying for...
And that dad’s too have infatuations beyond our mom’s”,
Are not sufficient reasons for a proud daughter’s debut poem?
A fishy story about a young small man obsessed with a superstar
Because of her brown slender legs and hot short pants with mystery inside
More than a hungry man enjoying a dish of roasted pamphlet
Is nothing new in the era of a bollywood fan and a common man.
That digression sells and sex smells too ardent among boys and men
Or maybe too common subjects with virgins dying for...
735 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 5:04pm
14th Jun 2012 5:04pm
Artiste
One day I will be an artist.
With my fine stroke I will have
my own d’Artagnan. The Castle
of Castlemore will be mine own
place of romance. I will flaunt
the 720 odd page extravaganza.
And I will speak my chest out
to squeeze all my pains in an exile
made of paper pulp that sells.
One day I will be an artist.
Otherwise I will be lost in the real world.
With my fine stroke I will have
my own d’Artagnan. The Castle
of Castlemore will be mine own
place of romance. I will flaunt
the 720 odd page extravaganza.
And I will speak my chest out
to squeeze all my pains in an exile
made of paper pulp that sells.
One day I will be an artist.
Otherwise I will be lost in the real world.
784 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2012 12:34pm
8th Jun 2012 12:34pm
Divine Triology (Composed as a competition entry for Levi's Competition)
I
Maybe hell is fun.
When the world moves
Opposite, it’s coming to me.
The earth opens to seduce me
& the clouds are no longer
Clouds, they seem like
Soap foams, making me
Pose like hot & wanted.
Those naked trees are thorny
As if they reproach like a rock-star.
The king of death is the tax
Of my heaven, where I am wanted
To be showered with presents
Because I embrace the ghosts
& never complain.
II
Nothing seems to move
Like I have wanted
But then the planets are moving.
I...
Maybe hell is fun.
When the world moves
Opposite, it’s coming to me.
The earth opens to seduce me
& the clouds are no longer
Clouds, they seem like
Soap foams, making me
Pose like hot & wanted.
Those naked trees are thorny
As if they reproach like a rock-star.
The king of death is the tax
Of my heaven, where I am wanted
To be showered with presents
Because I embrace the ghosts
& never complain.
II
Nothing seems to move
Like I have wanted
But then the planets are moving.
I...
517 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th May 2012 9:41am
30th May 2012 9:41am
She will be the Bride
In this part of the world they marry their dolls.
Indeed! Their childhood dreams come true.
So clad in a saree and laden with precious metals
She will be a toffee rather than the bride.
Who says it’s a slowdown?
In this part of the world metallic wishes are savagely guarded.
And then one night,
All the doors and windows are shut,
The groom falls upon the prey like a beast,
Tearing away the once forbidden fruit is no more sin!
She will remember the day she destroyed her doll-
That day she was not ready to hand it to the boy in the...
Indeed! Their childhood dreams come true.
So clad in a saree and laden with precious metals
She will be a toffee rather than the bride.
Who says it’s a slowdown?
In this part of the world metallic wishes are savagely guarded.
And then one night,
All the doors and windows are shut,
The groom falls upon the prey like a beast,
Tearing away the once forbidden fruit is no more sin!
She will remember the day she destroyed her doll-
That day she was not ready to hand it to the boy in the...
817 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th May 2012 10:55am
12th May 2012 10:55am
Abortion
"Don't run like a reindeer
aimlessly in search of a fragrance
that never exists in the jungle of love;
there is no ivory tusk
and you are not an old fat elephant!
Armenians and Amish never enjoyed debates
neither they worked in the tea gardens;
no shutter is leak-proof-
when woodpecker's smooch
they build good nests.
Take off your clothes mom;
I am your sunshine!"
[HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!]
aimlessly in search of a fragrance
that never exists in the jungle of love;
there is no ivory tusk
and you are not an old fat elephant!
Armenians and Amish never enjoyed debates
neither they worked in the tea gardens;
no shutter is leak-proof-
when woodpecker's smooch
they build good nests.
Take off your clothes mom;
I am your sunshine!"
[HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!]
830 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2012 12:59pm
11th May 2012 12:59pm
The Queen of Timbuktu
I imagined a ship-
Marooned on a desert island,
Not a deserted one,
A desert one,
Once lost in the sand dunes.
In the sand dunes of Timbuktu-
Where the Niger once bended its way,
Amidst a flourishing culture,
A religious culture,
That exchanged salt for gold.
Carrying on its back the queen-
Gloating thirst in the mirage,
A liquid called love,
Love which is like a fluid,
That evaporates in the heat.
But the ship was not eclipsed-
In the khaki sky of harmattan,
Instead it survived,
Like an epiphytic cactus,...
Marooned on a desert island,
Not a deserted one,
A desert one,
Once lost in the sand dunes.
In the sand dunes of Timbuktu-
Where the Niger once bended its way,
Amidst a flourishing culture,
A religious culture,
That exchanged salt for gold.
Carrying on its back the queen-
Gloating thirst in the mirage,
A liquid called love,
Love which is like a fluid,
That evaporates in the heat.
But the ship was not eclipsed-
In the khaki sky of harmattan,
Instead it survived,
Like an epiphytic cactus,...
740 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2012 10:51am
16th Apr 2012 10:51am
Another Birthday Present
An eternal dawn will transcend from a heavenly wake-
The poignant world will stay by your side to be delighted,
Another envelope of experience will be unfolding within you,
Like an orange being peeled off in curiosity of its fragrance.
An artiste was born years back from anything beyond perfection-
She has penned the world in her charismatic spectacles of unison,
And she will not lose any friendship or be devoid of any relationship,
Only such angels live to love her dearest more than any worthy jewel.
A Greek rainbow has been invited to your dinner...
The poignant world will stay by your side to be delighted,
Another envelope of experience will be unfolding within you,
Like an orange being peeled off in curiosity of its fragrance.
An artiste was born years back from anything beyond perfection-
She has penned the world in her charismatic spectacles of unison,
And she will not lose any friendship or be devoid of any relationship,
Only such angels live to love her dearest more than any worthy jewel.
A Greek rainbow has been invited to your dinner...
727 reads
4 Comments
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