Submissions by duseja_shweta
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Pouring my heart and mind on the paper is what I do. The act of writing, in turn, liberates the confined self.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Sep 2013 4:32am
20th Sep 2013 4:32am
Real-Unreal Dream
That disturbing laughter,
Those cursing eyes,
The tears and poetry;
Laughing I cry,
Crying I laugh,
Crying laughter,
Laughing Cry;
The curse or the love,
My love or the curse,
Choose which one?
Die or live,
Love or life,
Choose one.
Happy turns sad,
Sad saddens,
Choose what?
Me chose love,
Me not die,
You and me
Life in sum.
(Written at 2:30 am last night post a horrifying dream which could only be expressed via broken verse.)
Those cursing eyes,
The tears and poetry;
Laughing I cry,
Crying I laugh,
Crying laughter,
Laughing Cry;
The curse or the love,
My love or the curse,
Choose which one?
Die or live,
Love or life,
Choose one.
Happy turns sad,
Sad saddens,
Choose what?
Me chose love,
Me not die,
You and me
Life in sum.
(Written at 2:30 am last night post a horrifying dream which could only be expressed via broken verse.)
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Sep 2013 4:19am
20th Sep 2013 4:19am
Identity
Nameless, faceless
In search of a new identity.
Wandering here and there,
Fixed roles, fixed jobs.
Boundaries, confinements
I wish to cross this very moment.
Wind cannot sway me from my path,
Fire cannot burn my desires.
Strong as wind, I can create storms
When you feel, I am just a child.
Hot as fire, I can burn you to torture
When you feel, I am a nobody.
The name I would create for myself
Rather than accepting your labels.
The face I will recreate myself
Then you would see what you never saw.
In search of a new identity.
Wandering here and there,
Fixed roles, fixed jobs.
Boundaries, confinements
I wish to cross this very moment.
Wind cannot sway me from my path,
Fire cannot burn my desires.
Strong as wind, I can create storms
When you feel, I am just a child.
Hot as fire, I can burn you to torture
When you feel, I am a nobody.
The name I would create for myself
Rather than accepting your labels.
The face I will recreate myself
Then you would see what you never saw.
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SELF POEM
Published
14th Jun 2013 4:09pm
14th Jun 2013 4:09pm
A Free Bird
I am a free bird,
My wings you envy,
The sight of my flight
Gives you shivers.
My capability scares
You every minute.
The horror makes you rash.
You think you can clip my wings.
Sure you can, but what about my spirit.
My wings do not give me flight; it's my soul.
Try and cage my soul and you will fail.
But do not stop until you succeed.
My wings you did clip.
But look the envy did not go.
There are others like me
Who are constant reminders
Of my inner strength.
Those whose external wings
Are symbol of my inner...
My wings you envy,
The sight of my flight
Gives you shivers.
My capability scares
You every minute.
The horror makes you rash.
You think you can clip my wings.
Sure you can, but what about my spirit.
My wings do not give me flight; it's my soul.
Try and cage my soul and you will fail.
But do not stop until you succeed.
My wings you did clip.
But look the envy did not go.
There are others like me
Who are constant reminders
Of my inner strength.
Those whose external wings
Are symbol of my inner...
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4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Dec 2012 4:57am
5th Dec 2012 4:57am
A Sweet Revenge
There is a desire
In my heart.
Desire to run,
Run after you.
To catch hold
Of you when you
playfully run away
from me.
A playful instinct
Every moment
Provoking me
To tease you and
Get teased in return.
A desire
To play with your
bird beak nose.
To twist it
And kiss it.
To pull your cheek
And redden them.
The honey licked lips,
The chocolate covered tongue,
The rose smelling fingers,
Super soft hands all over you.
To touch you, invoke
you and then run away.
Farther...
In my heart.
Desire to run,
Run after you.
To catch hold
Of you when you
playfully run away
from me.
A playful instinct
Every moment
Provoking me
To tease you and
Get teased in return.
A desire
To play with your
bird beak nose.
To twist it
And kiss it.
To pull your cheek
And redden them.
The honey licked lips,
The chocolate covered tongue,
The rose smelling fingers,
Super soft hands all over you.
To touch you, invoke
you and then run away.
Farther...
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9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Sep 2012 6:18pm
16th Sep 2012 6:18pm
Indecision
Deep cracks and dark spots on the pale yellow wall
Steeped in blood, right in the middle
No, a little tilted towards left, not right enough
One can see a fine pearl embedded Mirror
Luxurious, rich but now the colour of rubies.
The mirror tells a story.
A fairy tale! Oh, did I say a fairy tale?
It’s a beast’s narrative.
Or is it both? Indeed, it is
A fairy tale gone wrong.
And it is a monster-tale
Not monstrous enough.
Hence, there it lies hung on a pale...
Steeped in blood, right in the middle
No, a little tilted towards left, not right enough
One can see a fine pearl embedded Mirror
Luxurious, rich but now the colour of rubies.
The mirror tells a story.
A fairy tale! Oh, did I say a fairy tale?
It’s a beast’s narrative.
Or is it both? Indeed, it is
A fairy tale gone wrong.
And it is a monster-tale
Not monstrous enough.
Hence, there it lies hung on a pale...
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7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 6:44pm
21st Jun 2012 6:44pm
A Responsible Mother
Standing in a corner of the room,
Hiding herself behind the curtains,
Scared at the sound of footsteps,
That someone might drag her.
She hides herself in the wardrobe,
Is dead silent so No one could hear her,
But is scared again what if mum
Opens it and finds me here.
Shivering in fear, she comes out of it.
Pleads her father to allow her to live.
To let her study and not send her away
Like her sisters who now cry everyday.
She tells her mother it’s a crime,
But is still dragged to her deathbed
By...
Hiding herself behind the curtains,
Scared at the sound of footsteps,
That someone might drag her.
She hides herself in the wardrobe,
Is dead silent so No one could hear her,
But is scared again what if mum
Opens it and finds me here.
Shivering in fear, she comes out of it.
Pleads her father to allow her to live.
To let her study and not send her away
Like her sisters who now cry everyday.
She tells her mother it’s a crime,
But is still dragged to her deathbed
By...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jun 2012 6:43am
21st Jun 2012 6:43am
Dilli Abhi Dur Hai
Dilli abhi dur hai
i
Kehne ko beet gaye varsh anek.
Chale gaye angrez aur unki satta.
Kehne ko Swatantra hain aaj hum purntah.
Nahi hain gulami ki janzeero tale dabe aaj hum.
Naa hi hain bediya paanv mei aaj.
Aaj hum mann marji se jee sakte hain.
Raatri ho chahe din, bahar reh sakte hain.
Mahila ho ya purush, khwaishon ko pura karne
Ka khwaab aaj hum sab dekh sakte hain.
Khwaabo ko pura karne ka dam hum sab rakhte hain.
Jeevan ko sapno se sajaane ki aasha mujhme bhi hai.
“Tum azaad ho”, meri maa mujhe roz kehti hain.
Isi seekh...
i
Kehne ko beet gaye varsh anek.
Chale gaye angrez aur unki satta.
Kehne ko Swatantra hain aaj hum purntah.
Nahi hain gulami ki janzeero tale dabe aaj hum.
Naa hi hain bediya paanv mei aaj.
Aaj hum mann marji se jee sakte hain.
Raatri ho chahe din, bahar reh sakte hain.
Mahila ho ya purush, khwaishon ko pura karne
Ka khwaab aaj hum sab dekh sakte hain.
Khwaabo ko pura karne ka dam hum sab rakhte hain.
Jeevan ko sapno se sajaane ki aasha mujhme bhi hai.
“Tum azaad ho”, meri maa mujhe roz kehti hain.
Isi seekh...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 9:26pm
20th Jun 2012 9:26pm
Acceptance Validates Authority
Acceptance validates authority.
Hence, I won’t let you rule.
I will show you the ground
While you intend to touch the sky.
I won’t let you manipulate me
Because I know your desire
Lies in chaining my soul.
I won’t let you bind me
With your traditions, conventions,
Thoughts and customs
Because I know the power is within me.
The power in me to resist your power
Will make you powerless.
Impotent will you be called ever, forever.
Because I know acceptance validates authority.
The key to freedom is in my hand finally....
Hence, I won’t let you rule.
I will show you the ground
While you intend to touch the sky.
I won’t let you manipulate me
Because I know your desire
Lies in chaining my soul.
I won’t let you bind me
With your traditions, conventions,
Thoughts and customs
Because I know the power is within me.
The power in me to resist your power
Will make you powerless.
Impotent will you be called ever, forever.
Because I know acceptance validates authority.
The key to freedom is in my hand finally....
771 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 9:24pm
20th Jun 2012 9:24pm
You and Me
I close my eyes, and I see you going away every night.
I wake up scared every morning, but realising it cannot happen anymore,
I try to close my eyes again and wish to create the dream again.
I see you this time coming closer to me, much closer.
Holding me by my hand, licking the insides of my ears,
Clasping me tight to your bosom and not letting me go.
But, I fail to see further. I wake up with mom’s voice or some other.
I cannot recreate the bliss I crave for. It exists nowhere for me;
Not in reality, not in dreams, not even in crafted dreams. ...
I wake up scared every morning, but realising it cannot happen anymore,
I try to close my eyes again and wish to create the dream again.
I see you this time coming closer to me, much closer.
Holding me by my hand, licking the insides of my ears,
Clasping me tight to your bosom and not letting me go.
But, I fail to see further. I wake up with mom’s voice or some other.
I cannot recreate the bliss I crave for. It exists nowhere for me;
Not in reality, not in dreams, not even in crafted dreams. ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 12:53pm
20th Jun 2012 12:53pm
Menstruation
Painful extraction
Of impurity,
Its attachment
To the body,
With force unimaginable,
With love undetachable,
And yet the desire of
Subtle body to get rid of
The gross body,
Makes one undergo the pain,
To do away with the lovely impurity,
Which was once a part of your body,
Adieu impure blood.
Hail d pure one.
Of impurity,
Its attachment
To the body,
With force unimaginable,
With love undetachable,
And yet the desire of
Subtle body to get rid of
The gross body,
Makes one undergo the pain,
To do away with the lovely impurity,
Which was once a part of your body,
Adieu impure blood.
Hail d pure one.
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2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
20th Jun 2012 12:48pm
20th Jun 2012 12:48pm
Her Pain
HELPLESS LIMBS
TANGLED BY INACTIVITY
TRYING TO ASSERT THEMSELVES.
HELPLESS TONGUE
WHICH WANTS TO EXPRESS BUT TIED
TO AN ENGINE.
HELPLESS WETNESS
OF THE EYES, WHICH
WANTED TO USURP THE FUNCTION OF D TONGUE,
BUT FAILED.
VAIN SENSES,
DECEIVING HUMANS.
TANGLED BY INACTIVITY
TRYING TO ASSERT THEMSELVES.
HELPLESS TONGUE
WHICH WANTS TO EXPRESS BUT TIED
TO AN ENGINE.
HELPLESS WETNESS
OF THE EYES, WHICH
WANTED TO USURP THE FUNCTION OF D TONGUE,
BUT FAILED.
VAIN SENSES,
DECEIVING HUMANS.
754 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2012 4:24pm
26th Mar 2012 4:24pm
Life in Conflict
The stillness of life,
Like a leaf without the wind,
Like a dead thought, a dead metaphor,
Like a dead body rotting on the ground,
Causes frustration, irritation.
It is the living death.
The same stillness, once desired,
Once craved for, is evacuated of all meaning.
The tumult, the rebelliousness,
The questioning, the challenge,
The war, the fight for liberty,
Acquires the ultimate meaning.
The process and not the end
Is my reality, our reality.
I crave for the stirrings of mind,
A further struggle, a...
Like a leaf without the wind,
Like a dead thought, a dead metaphor,
Like a dead body rotting on the ground,
Causes frustration, irritation.
It is the living death.
The same stillness, once desired,
Once craved for, is evacuated of all meaning.
The tumult, the rebelliousness,
The questioning, the challenge,
The war, the fight for liberty,
Acquires the ultimate meaning.
The process and not the end
Is my reality, our reality.
I crave for the stirrings of mind,
A further struggle, a...
776 reads
5 Comments
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