Submissions by anandosen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
25th Nov 2011 5:58am
25th Nov 2011 5:58am
HDL...Hips Don't Lie! Edition 2.0
869 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Nov 2011 6:44am
13th Nov 2011 6:44am
Monsters Live In Closets
Somebody’s head is not a jungle
Banished by the roots of a divine tree
Just as there is a monk sitting underneath
The tarnished devils are not always sued;
For every monk there is a monster.
A blunt blame laments a gender bias
And upturns a miniskirt that hardly hides
Just because useless assets are priceless
Maybe they can earn their bread by cheating;
A society made of dead worms in a pancreas.
That the lion lives in a den is not shameless
Nor did the snakes hide in their dark pits
That eclipse is not a flower vase hiding moon-spots...
Banished by the roots of a divine tree
Just as there is a monk sitting underneath
The tarnished devils are not always sued;
For every monk there is a monster.
A blunt blame laments a gender bias
And upturns a miniskirt that hardly hides
Just because useless assets are priceless
Maybe they can earn their bread by cheating;
A society made of dead worms in a pancreas.
That the lion lives in a den is not shameless
Nor did the snakes hide in their dark pits
That eclipse is not a flower vase hiding moon-spots...
891 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2011 10:40am
1st Nov 2011 10:40am
f.a.s.h.i.o.n.i.s.t.a
When an army of congruent efforts
Hide away the blurs of truth for smile
And paints mischief like never before
A community of applause is born.
Same jargon of satires where I left last time
They stand like shameless souls weaker enough
And lose their naked counterparts which became bold
Enough to paint their skins and garden their hairs.
The beginning of the body as geometric machines
To demonstrate humankind rather than mankind
And sex equally splits into male, female, gay, lesbian
Spoiling the colors of your beautiful rainbow into one....
Hide away the blurs of truth for smile
And paints mischief like never before
A community of applause is born.
Same jargon of satires where I left last time
They stand like shameless souls weaker enough
And lose their naked counterparts which became bold
Enough to paint their skins and garden their hairs.
The beginning of the body as geometric machines
To demonstrate humankind rather than mankind
And sex equally splits into male, female, gay, lesbian
Spoiling the colors of your beautiful rainbow into one....
1275 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
25th Oct 2011 9:37am
25th Oct 2011 9:37am
Dolls Museum
They dwell in the Middletown East-
Half a dozen elves with a couple of owls
Are but guaranteed spectators deaf and dumb
And they never complained about the gyrating springs.
The mechanics of those springs are defined;
Their spiral spleens inside the china clay crafts
Made the South Indian dancers so much popular
And they share space with Winehouse and MJ.
Yet there are many more breeds that they boast about-
The albatross perched upon pure leather wrinkles
That was shaped like a bull with actual calcium horns;
One French artiste’s last...
Half a dozen elves with a couple of owls
Are but guaranteed spectators deaf and dumb
And they never complained about the gyrating springs.
The mechanics of those springs are defined;
Their spiral spleens inside the china clay crafts
Made the South Indian dancers so much popular
And they share space with Winehouse and MJ.
Yet there are many more breeds that they boast about-
The albatross perched upon pure leather wrinkles
That was shaped like a bull with actual calcium horns;
One French artiste’s last...
966 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Oct 2011 10:09am
15th Oct 2011 10:09am
Another Song by Beethoven
Catch those restless souls-
Bohemians dying for their win
Hanging gardens in Babylon
Or breathless soil of Machu Picchu;
Even destinations beyond Avatar
Failing to pamper disturbed beasts
Ensemble them and make them run
For competitions that they will fail to win
And yet enjoy to loose forever-
Make them run after butterflies
Take them underwater and realize
That life is beautiful and dangerous;
Don’t let them sing their songs
But listen to others compositions
So that they can kill their boastings
And learn...
Bohemians dying for their win
Hanging gardens in Babylon
Or breathless soil of Machu Picchu;
Even destinations beyond Avatar
Failing to pamper disturbed beasts
Ensemble them and make them run
For competitions that they will fail to win
And yet enjoy to loose forever-
Make them run after butterflies
Take them underwater and realize
That life is beautiful and dangerous;
Don’t let them sing their songs
But listen to others compositions
So that they can kill their boastings
And learn...
719 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
27th Sep 2011 1:54pm
27th Sep 2011 1:54pm
Farthest from the Heaven
Those screams could not even reciprocate
Amidst their falling bridge and last roll down
They knew they will die and they were not sad.
They barred all inhibitions that threw them apart
Like two naked souls slipping from heaven’s mistake.
But they certainly did those last things of happiness
One last kiss and one last embrace and flew apart
Like two expelled birds farthest from the heaven.
Amidst their falling bridge and last roll down
They knew they will die and they were not sad.
They barred all inhibitions that threw them apart
Like two naked souls slipping from heaven’s mistake.
But they certainly did those last things of happiness
One last kiss and one last embrace and flew apart
Like two expelled birds farthest from the heaven.
872 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2011 2:19pm
1st Sep 2011 2:19pm
f.a.s.h.i.o.n
They mean it with lingerie
or almost nude hanging boobs
almost strolling out from within
as if they deny the prison there
that beholds and preserves conspiracy.
Chiffon bits glued to buttered butts
that dwindles either ways without
any declaration of war from each side
and only sensitive enough to react upon
high pencil edged sharp heels point touched.
They mean deep well navels crowned with
meaningless metal caps in place of ear rings
and their shameless faces dressed with colors
so much difficult to understand the brands
they...
or almost nude hanging boobs
almost strolling out from within
as if they deny the prison there
that beholds and preserves conspiracy.
Chiffon bits glued to buttered butts
that dwindles either ways without
any declaration of war from each side
and only sensitive enough to react upon
high pencil edged sharp heels point touched.
They mean deep well navels crowned with
meaningless metal caps in place of ear rings
and their shameless faces dressed with colors
so much difficult to understand the brands
they...
1161 reads
13 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Aug 2011 8:36am
23rd Aug 2011 8:36am
Animal Kingdom: the truth about cats & rats
The Cheshire cat peeping from the window
for a fish cutlet kept nearby, it’s hot and she grins!
“How many times they punished the thief
in the whole series of Alice in Wonderland?”
In the market it becomes a Bizarre glory
when some film actress pays some hefty amount
for the same cat-skin transformed into a hunter!
The animal commission bans it and earns into politics.
The whole race of rats ashamed for the heinous crime
that the so-called mankind glory celebrates for their freedom;
freedom from their commitments into this world
that sells rat...
for a fish cutlet kept nearby, it’s hot and she grins!
“How many times they punished the thief
in the whole series of Alice in Wonderland?”
In the market it becomes a Bizarre glory
when some film actress pays some hefty amount
for the same cat-skin transformed into a hunter!
The animal commission bans it and earns into politics.
The whole race of rats ashamed for the heinous crime
that the so-called mankind glory celebrates for their freedom;
freedom from their commitments into this world
that sells rat...
871 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2011 9:56am
4th Aug 2011 9:56am
Gypsy Mind
Suave convictions from the gypsy mind
enslaved those thoughts of change
that transformed life like a nomad
roaming here and there,
sipping every bit of satisfaction
like a traveler lost in a desert.
The sun shines without a reason
and the moon steals the show
invalid, meaningless, fake symbols haunt-
the laws of humanity has been breached
and the hands obeying them punished
souls cry for their last embrace.
A final dance into the tunes of disgrace
will conclude unending miseries forever
dying at once in the hands of our...
enslaved those thoughts of change
that transformed life like a nomad
roaming here and there,
sipping every bit of satisfaction
like a traveler lost in a desert.
The sun shines without a reason
and the moon steals the show
invalid, meaningless, fake symbols haunt-
the laws of humanity has been breached
and the hands obeying them punished
souls cry for their last embrace.
A final dance into the tunes of disgrace
will conclude unending miseries forever
dying at once in the hands of our...
806 reads
4 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
28th Jul 2011 2:15pm
28th Jul 2011 2:15pm
One Spanish Guitar, an Evening Rose & the Empty Fireplace
One Spanish guitar, an evening rose
and the empty fireplace with nothing in common
except that their existence meant for me
one unforgotten summer I dreamt of.
No prayers could have been more intense
than for those rain drops precious than pearl beads;
gallons of chilled beer were like drought;
when the parrots stopped imitating the talking apes;
and the world false predicted to be destroyed.
It was that once upon a time for a fallen poet
who once gave up and smashed his pen into pieces
because he wanted to scatter them all around the...
and the empty fireplace with nothing in common
except that their existence meant for me
one unforgotten summer I dreamt of.
No prayers could have been more intense
than for those rain drops precious than pearl beads;
gallons of chilled beer were like drought;
when the parrots stopped imitating the talking apes;
and the world false predicted to be destroyed.
It was that once upon a time for a fallen poet
who once gave up and smashed his pen into pieces
because he wanted to scatter them all around the...
872 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jul 2011 11:14am
25th Jul 2011 11:14am
Braveheart
When the sun rays kissed my back
and harassed my naked soul standing barefoot;
I was just an ignorant thief trying to steal
darkness from the hands of the devils;
they once waged a battle with the dawn
and were severely defeated.
As punishment they were being put into dungeons
that gifted them eternal darkness;
I hated their blessing in disguise and decided to revolt back.
But I was unaware of my own consequences
lying beneath my feet like minesweepers
that blasted out my existence from the weaker
meadow fields that cheered temporarily...
and harassed my naked soul standing barefoot;
I was just an ignorant thief trying to steal
darkness from the hands of the devils;
they once waged a battle with the dawn
and were severely defeated.
As punishment they were being put into dungeons
that gifted them eternal darkness;
I hated their blessing in disguise and decided to revolt back.
But I was unaware of my own consequences
lying beneath my feet like minesweepers
that blasted out my existence from the weaker
meadow fields that cheered temporarily...
888 reads
4 Comments
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