Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Apr 2012 1:11pm
9th Apr 2012 1:11pm
Fate, falls & finesse.
Whenonefalls,onedefinitelylearns.
Soexperienceismadeofbrewinglife,
Thisiswhywhitehairlooksgoodforolds,
Andpassageoftimeisthecontrolpanel.
Withoutanadmitcardonecannotwriteanexam,
Youcannotwinbeforethecompetitionbegins.
Waterfallshavetheirowndiscourseinnature,
Humanbeingshavetheirfate,falls&finesse.
Soexperienceismadeofbrewinglife,
Thisiswhywhitehairlooksgoodforolds,
Andpassageoftimeisthecontrolpanel.
Withoutanadmitcardonecannotwriteanexam,
Youcannotwinbeforethecompetitionbegins.
Waterfallshavetheirowndiscourseinnature,
Humanbeingshavetheirfate,falls&finesse.
730 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2012 10:55am
7th Apr 2012 10:55am
Call-Girl
Swayinglikeapendulum,
Sheflirtswiththepassersby-
Hersilencespeaksherself,
Sheisabetrothliar-
Sheisahermit.
Herfiguregloatsgluttony,
Likeafishinanaquarium,
Gyratingallaroundthecrystal,
Neversatisfied-
Butsheisneverthirsty.
Shecansleepwithyou,
Ifyoupersist-
Shewillsubstitute,
Yourpetdog-
Youhavetopayagainstherfur.
Allshewantsismoney,
Sheswallows-
Likeavendingmachine,
Likethecondommachine,
Thatworksinmyotherpoem.
Sheflirtswiththepassersby-
Hersilencespeaksherself,
Sheisabetrothliar-
Sheisahermit.
Herfiguregloatsgluttony,
Likeafishinanaquarium,
Gyratingallaroundthecrystal,
Neversatisfied-
Butsheisneverthirsty.
Shecansleepwithyou,
Ifyoupersist-
Shewillsubstitute,
Yourpetdog-
Youhavetopayagainstherfur.
Allshewantsismoney,
Sheswallows-
Likeavendingmachine,
Likethecondommachine,
Thatworksinmyotherpoem.
800 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2012 7:09am
23rd Mar 2012 7:09am
The Sensitive Rape
Where there is a will there is a way!
Even iron-mongers anneal for a resell.
Some old pals once fucked a cunt!
Past history cannot be deleted
And bring down a ten year old marriage
Because a mother of two kids could not be tested
Her yule evening was a rape of her pleasures now.
For a broken heart they sell mischievous adhesives.
Comparing your heart with shattered glass is nonsense
Even though an ego is a blunt stone of potentials
The human-mongers refuse to anneal for a second chance.
Even iron-mongers anneal for a resell.
Some old pals once fucked a cunt!
Past history cannot be deleted
And bring down a ten year old marriage
Because a mother of two kids could not be tested
Her yule evening was a rape of her pleasures now.
For a broken heart they sell mischievous adhesives.
Comparing your heart with shattered glass is nonsense
Even though an ego is a blunt stone of potentials
The human-mongers refuse to anneal for a second chance.
867 reads
0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2012 12:46pm
2nd Feb 2012 12:46pm
Tamarind
Another swirl at the sea
At tandem heights the aquatics die on the shore.
Its city is sleeping for a thousand years
They all have maroon clothes.
Far behind the light house
The black chimney causing the grey sky
Heaven will cry in a while to balance the sea
A revolution will be suppressed in a while.
Alien breeze will trespass the horizon
Like a ship-wreck in an abandoned island
They will lead to the discovery of Indian spices
A new business will be born for digestion.
Dog fights and cat bites.
There will be a turnaround and a sudden halt...
At tandem heights the aquatics die on the shore.
Its city is sleeping for a thousand years
They all have maroon clothes.
Far behind the light house
The black chimney causing the grey sky
Heaven will cry in a while to balance the sea
A revolution will be suppressed in a while.
Alien breeze will trespass the horizon
Like a ship-wreck in an abandoned island
They will lead to the discovery of Indian spices
A new business will be born for digestion.
Dog fights and cat bites.
There will be a turnaround and a sudden halt...
753 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
27th Jan 2012 11:58am
27th Jan 2012 11:58am
Time Machine
How many gears make the time machine?”
One may not like to know but those gears stamp our lives.
Times have changed and will always change whatever;
We all wait, and when the moment comes repent.
Once upon a time there was a mouse
Its dream was to enter the unknown clock house;
Years went by but it never could
To enter the house was the door of wood;
The door opened for a short while
When the fat man cleanses the main dial;
After many years the mouse grew old
One day the door opened but never got fold;
For the first time the mouse ran...
One may not like to know but those gears stamp our lives.
Times have changed and will always change whatever;
We all wait, and when the moment comes repent.
Once upon a time there was a mouse
Its dream was to enter the unknown clock house;
Years went by but it never could
To enter the house was the door of wood;
The door opened for a short while
When the fat man cleanses the main dial;
After many years the mouse grew old
One day the door opened but never got fold;
For the first time the mouse ran...
750 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jan 2012 12:50pm
20th Jan 2012 12:50pm
Asylum
In the shackles of our midnight times
There awakens some acts of howling sequels
Killing us gradually and blaming sub consciousness
And mortality becomes the slave in the hands of unseen pirates.
Running blood vessels are filled with alcohols of barbarism
At such a moment the antibodies change their side of support
And stands as our enemies in the vibrant hours of the dark
The mother kills, the son’s rape and the father become demons.
How can the psychiatrists kill a non-human body in the asylum?
That slept a long while ago in a similar shock of...
There awakens some acts of howling sequels
Killing us gradually and blaming sub consciousness
And mortality becomes the slave in the hands of unseen pirates.
Running blood vessels are filled with alcohols of barbarism
At such a moment the antibodies change their side of support
And stands as our enemies in the vibrant hours of the dark
The mother kills, the son’s rape and the father become demons.
How can the psychiatrists kill a non-human body in the asylum?
That slept a long while ago in a similar shock of...
744 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jan 2012 11:50am
12th Jan 2012 11:50am
Cherry Blossoms...(VL's: Write For Me Challenge 1)
Ooh la la yo hot lady (Image Courtesy:Visual Lyricist)
Ooh la la yo hot
When your cups kiss those floors
Me envy me envy
When thy buns slip the couches
Me bump me bump
Those thy lips are ready to die
I am thy French fry
Thy binoculars navigate me
Just give me a try
Hold me in thy mirror for a while
Just like morning fog
Rein my strings, don’t rule me queen
I am thy kite, thy frog
Ooh la la yo hot lady
Shine me yo defrock
Ooh la la yo hot
When your cups kiss those floors
Me envy me envy
When thy buns slip the couches
Me bump me bump
Those thy lips are ready to die
I am thy French fry
Thy binoculars navigate me
Just give me a try
Hold me in thy mirror for a while
Just like morning fog
Rein my strings, don’t rule me queen
I am thy kite, thy frog
Ooh la la yo hot lady
Shine me yo defrock
746 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2011 9:42am
31st Dec 2011 9:42am
Last Night of This Year...
Carry forward
To another knight of darkness
After another unending dawn,
The legacy of your darkness
Hiding the evening queen’s troubles
For some temporary relief,
The kingdom of your deeds
To another dynasty of breeds
Mesmerizing between good and evil,
You may be despised again and again
Forgotten to remember once again
The same and different moments,
Repeat and carry forward.
To another knight of darkness
After another unending dawn,
The legacy of your darkness
Hiding the evening queen’s troubles
For some temporary relief,
The kingdom of your deeds
To another dynasty of breeds
Mesmerizing between good and evil,
You may be despised again and again
Forgotten to remember once again
The same and different moments,
Repeat and carry forward.
687 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Dec 2011 11:09am
23rd Dec 2011 11:09am
Redemptions of Mr Christ
A day when the Labradors became Hawks of the day
And the disciplined soldiers danced to the tunes of pop
The earth stood still and the sharks invaded the humans
Our good old pope became the victim of a casting couch.
Samantha fucked him down his knees and roped his hands
Along the fireside on a no-moon beach bedazzled with bats
Slender Chiclets protected the guards on rescue of the man
Who never complained anyways to heaven for the sake of hell?
These chosen brats flavored the jaggeries and sucked their ends
While the monsters retreated again and...
And the disciplined soldiers danced to the tunes of pop
The earth stood still and the sharks invaded the humans
Our good old pope became the victim of a casting couch.
Samantha fucked him down his knees and roped his hands
Along the fireside on a no-moon beach bedazzled with bats
Slender Chiclets protected the guards on rescue of the man
Who never complained anyways to heaven for the sake of hell?
These chosen brats flavored the jaggeries and sucked their ends
While the monsters retreated again and...
670 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2011 1:25pm
19th Dec 2011 1:25pm
September Bulletins
Sparrows moving out for Syria
Pigeons heading from Gutenberg;
Cork smelling sweet French wine.
Army boots are silent on the floors
The road-side whipper groans on sores;
Hard days for the squirrels are over.
White house dry cleaners banging on discounts
A majority of the celebrities are partying east;
Folklores are buzzing on the streets.
Flowers are different on the graves
Dead leafs are all over pavements;
Local radio is full of charity programmes.
Pigeons heading from Gutenberg;
Cork smelling sweet French wine.
Army boots are silent on the floors
The road-side whipper groans on sores;
Hard days for the squirrels are over.
White house dry cleaners banging on discounts
A majority of the celebrities are partying east;
Folklores are buzzing on the streets.
Flowers are different on the graves
Dead leafs are all over pavements;
Local radio is full of charity programmes.
680 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 7:53am
30th Nov 2011 7:53am
What Is Love?
Love is a candle that scandals
The mating of storm to earth;
Love is a turbulence of exuberance
That rapes souls without their sins;
Love is an aggregation in segregation
That travels the foolish bridges in tandem;
Love hurts and farts
And rips apart two different worlds.
The mating of storm to earth;
Love is a turbulence of exuberance
That rapes souls without their sins;
Love is an aggregation in segregation
That travels the foolish bridges in tandem;
Love hurts and farts
And rips apart two different worlds.
663 reads
2 Comments
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