Submissions by meetpranab (Pranab Koirala)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 8:11pm
24th Jun 2013 8:11pm
Newborn Poetry..
Stuffed with the river of verse
Earnest emotions and the tale of torments converge
Cloud of dreams and stories of affliction
Amalgamate with mystified riddles and art of fiction
Chronicles unearth, yet enigma lingers with exquisite artistry
This could just be my newborn poetry!
Wrapped with the memos of ups and downs of life
Leads to the heart yearning to go past the strife
Share of bliss and sometimes, an emotional cry
Bestows wish to dance in the rain and sometimes cherishing the blue-sky
...
Earnest emotions and the tale of torments converge
Cloud of dreams and stories of affliction
Amalgamate with mystified riddles and art of fiction
Chronicles unearth, yet enigma lingers with exquisite artistry
This could just be my newborn poetry!
Wrapped with the memos of ups and downs of life
Leads to the heart yearning to go past the strife
Share of bliss and sometimes, an emotional cry
Bestows wish to dance in the rain and sometimes cherishing the blue-sky
...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 8:09pm
24th Jun 2013 8:09pm
FEELINGS..
An uncanny feeling shudders in the face
Still d heart seems nonchalant with grace
Nothing to imply the feeling as elation
It was momentary but a wonderful sensation
Resembling the touching of eyes with a soft rose
A glimpse looks distant and occasionally appears close
Reminiscent of the splash of a few drops of dew
Kissing the gentle stream grasses decorating them new
Flummoxed dreaming the times of adoration and care
And sniffing the appealing fragrance of the air
Buoyant with the songs from the days of yearning
Is it bewilderment or...
Still d heart seems nonchalant with grace
Nothing to imply the feeling as elation
It was momentary but a wonderful sensation
Resembling the touching of eyes with a soft rose
A glimpse looks distant and occasionally appears close
Reminiscent of the splash of a few drops of dew
Kissing the gentle stream grasses decorating them new
Flummoxed dreaming the times of adoration and care
And sniffing the appealing fragrance of the air
Buoyant with the songs from the days of yearning
Is it bewilderment or...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2013 6:35pm
10th Jun 2013 6:35pm
What goes around, comes around!
Was it an abeyance to my eye?
Or it was the warmth of relation saying good-bye?
Infidelity was already striking me with expectations untrue
I was into my own, I just didn’t have a clue!
Was I lost so much in my own space?
Or I had no eyes to see the camouflaged face
The bond of relation I took real pride in
Now’s suddenly gone from pleasant to mean.
Was I tied with an ever-lasting hope?
Or it was just too much to cope
I just don’t want to be drenched again
No matter how incessant may seem the rain
As I looked deep in the barren...
Or it was the warmth of relation saying good-bye?
Infidelity was already striking me with expectations untrue
I was into my own, I just didn’t have a clue!
Was I lost so much in my own space?
Or I had no eyes to see the camouflaged face
The bond of relation I took real pride in
Now’s suddenly gone from pleasant to mean.
Was I tied with an ever-lasting hope?
Or it was just too much to cope
I just don’t want to be drenched again
No matter how incessant may seem the rain
As I looked deep in the barren...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2013 8:15pm
2nd Jun 2013 8:15pm
Why do I Blog?
I bring to you the tale of a day
When I bumped into myself on the way
It was the time when I was out for a jog
With thoughts pondering about my blog
He greeted me with a familiar smile and said
”What is it that’s troubling your head?”
”He looked so much like me”, my confusion grew
In baffled state, I managed to ask ”Who are you?”
”I am only you”, Out came his reply.
We are both same, pls don’t feel shy
I am here to help you, Come along
I will explain to you what’s right and what’s wrong!
Whatever good you do in this town...
When I bumped into myself on the way
It was the time when I was out for a jog
With thoughts pondering about my blog
He greeted me with a familiar smile and said
”What is it that’s troubling your head?”
”He looked so much like me”, my confusion grew
In baffled state, I managed to ask ”Who are you?”
”I am only you”, Out came his reply.
We are both same, pls don’t feel shy
I am here to help you, Come along
I will explain to you what’s right and what’s wrong!
Whatever good you do in this town...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2013 6:33am
2nd Jun 2013 6:33am
City of adolescence..
Stuck in this diversion of the road
Comes the picture of my city of adolescence
Out of the blue, my shoulder wipes off the heavy load
Geared up to go back to the days of essence
Confronting with the very babyish yearning to burst into tears
To set out to being a few millimetres high
To being in the same playground with sound of cheers
And feel that mom would always be nearby
The wish of departure that comes second to none
The pleasure grows with flapping of my wings and
The flight of...
Comes the picture of my city of adolescence
Out of the blue, my shoulder wipes off the heavy load
Geared up to go back to the days of essence
Confronting with the very babyish yearning to burst into tears
To set out to being a few millimetres high
To being in the same playground with sound of cheers
And feel that mom would always be nearby
The wish of departure that comes second to none
The pleasure grows with flapping of my wings and
The flight of...
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2013 6:31am
2nd Jun 2013 6:31am
At times..
At times I talk to myself
With interpretation of the past
Only to ache the body beyond my normal self
And confine my heart like arms under cast.
At times the lost gets found
And the”found” gets lost
Only to get my mind drowned
Into the sea of memories devoid of frost
At times I act like a chatterbox
Yet mandatory words remain unsaid
To each passing moment I try to outfox
Only to find myself into the thoughts misled
...
With interpretation of the past
Only to ache the body beyond my normal self
And confine my heart like arms under cast.
At times the lost gets found
And the”found” gets lost
Only to get my mind drowned
Into the sea of memories devoid of frost
At times I act like a chatterbox
Yet mandatory words remain unsaid
To each passing moment I try to outfox
Only to find myself into the thoughts misled
...
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