Submissions by nazneen
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry is an emotion flushed out in tranquility,monotony and in all other spatial times...
My Bereavement
I shudder when I think I am lonely
In a crowdy place now,
When there was a hand so precious,
Showing every paths of 'luxuries'.
I feel dumbfounded, though doing all plausible works
In the name of freedom, But still
Someone peeps my errors.
(I am not Prufrock) yet deep from my heart
Comes overwhelming questions:
Will I be able to reach my goals?
Will I be able to perform on my own?
I feel people constantly condoning over me!
How ludicrous life has become now,
I see paths of ludubrious drollery.
I hail those days when advices sought me,...
In a crowdy place now,
When there was a hand so precious,
Showing every paths of 'luxuries'.
I feel dumbfounded, though doing all plausible works
In the name of freedom, But still
Someone peeps my errors.
(I am not Prufrock) yet deep from my heart
Comes overwhelming questions:
Will I be able to reach my goals?
Will I be able to perform on my own?
I feel people constantly condoning over me!
How ludicrous life has become now,
I see paths of ludubrious drollery.
I hail those days when advices sought me,...
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The Hedonistic Bloke
One of her myriad faculty
Allowed her to cross the line.
A walk with a stranger,
So amiable and charming,
(But don't take him as Sir Lancelot).
Her heart leapt with fear or joy,
She was unable to make out,
The bewildered feelings whispered itself.
Sprighting and fluttering like the daffodils,
Passing the woods of destiny,
So foggy and mysterious.
His hands pulled her to the horizon,
His probity was rather acceptable.
Neither of her age nor of her stand,
Yet, so abysmal to say,
Comes out as a hedonistic bloke.
She tried to...
Allowed her to cross the line.
A walk with a stranger,
So amiable and charming,
(But don't take him as Sir Lancelot).
Her heart leapt with fear or joy,
She was unable to make out,
The bewildered feelings whispered itself.
Sprighting and fluttering like the daffodils,
Passing the woods of destiny,
So foggy and mysterious.
His hands pulled her to the horizon,
His probity was rather acceptable.
Neither of her age nor of her stand,
Yet, so abysmal to say,
Comes out as a hedonistic bloke.
She tried to...
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The Song of Merriment
The black ashes are removed,
The paths are conked out,
The meadows haunted with breathing air,
The nature is smiling tearfully,
I am happy.
The light disperses flawlessly,
The spectrum glows conspicuously,
The bees and butterflies sucking the love,
The pleasure is summoning from the distant field,
I am happy.
The rain gets accolades for its true dance,
The sun glows with incorrigible delight,
The trees are showering its blessings,
The lucid water is fluttering,
I am happy.
The graceful moon is cheering,
The...
The paths are conked out,
The meadows haunted with breathing air,
The nature is smiling tearfully,
I am happy.
The light disperses flawlessly,
The spectrum glows conspicuously,
The bees and butterflies sucking the love,
The pleasure is summoning from the distant field,
I am happy.
The rain gets accolades for its true dance,
The sun glows with incorrigible delight,
The trees are showering its blessings,
The lucid water is fluttering,
I am happy.
The graceful moon is cheering,
The...
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