Submissions by shekharshwetha
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
We live in a world of evil politics. But the world of poetry, gives meaning to our absurd life. I swing between these two worlds. The power of Poetry lessens the pains of Life. The mysteries of Life are solved by the magic of poetry.
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jul 2013 6:05pm
17th Jul 2013 6:05pm
An Elegy
When the tears of passion become lonely,
Then the intangible wounds look saintly;
When the affectionate glances hide in the dark,
Then the recent confusion leaves a strong mark.
My silent, dark house now hunts me with a knife,
To eat the flesh of my rotten life;
The room that witnessed our passionate wars,
Hides behind the curtains to veil the scars.
I wear your shirt to befriend your smell,
For you have left me alone in this earthly hell;
My bruised heart is sleeping at last,
To bury the myriad memories of the past.
Then the intangible wounds look saintly;
When the affectionate glances hide in the dark,
Then the recent confusion leaves a strong mark.
My silent, dark house now hunts me with a knife,
To eat the flesh of my rotten life;
The room that witnessed our passionate wars,
Hides behind the curtains to veil the scars.
I wear your shirt to befriend your smell,
For you have left me alone in this earthly hell;
My bruised heart is sleeping at last,
To bury the myriad memories of the past.
851 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 6:44pm
8th Jul 2013 6:44pm
Confessions of a Feminist
I witness the mirthful encounter
Between my heart and my body;
Sometimes, I have painted myself pink
To celebrate the conquest of my careless feelings;
Sometimes, I have displayed the beauty of my unkempt hair
To support my thoughts in matters grave;
Sometimes, I have approached the uncritical, plain papers
To reveal the secrets of my disturbed heart.
I perform many roles and I love many characters;
The innocence of the emotions impresses me,
Because it exists prior to the politicized genders.
I am not a misandrist;
I love the male...
Between my heart and my body;
Sometimes, I have painted myself pink
To celebrate the conquest of my careless feelings;
Sometimes, I have displayed the beauty of my unkempt hair
To support my thoughts in matters grave;
Sometimes, I have approached the uncritical, plain papers
To reveal the secrets of my disturbed heart.
I perform many roles and I love many characters;
The innocence of the emotions impresses me,
Because it exists prior to the politicized genders.
I am not a misandrist;
I love the male...
909 reads
11 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2013 7:54am
8th Jul 2013 7:54am
The Portrait of a Blind Man
He looks charming in his black,silk suit;
The radiant beauty of the porcelain cup
Seduces him every day, without fail;
The flavor of the Irish coffee hurts his tongue,
But he still drinks it with fake pride.
The dark walls of his lonely room
Hide the puny picture of his soul;
Now he has learnt to inhale the air of hypocrisy;
As he loathes the freedom of the flowing waters.
One day, when his regal wagon betrayed him,
He chose to punish his virgin feet harshly;
His sense organs that met the wild wind for the first...
The radiant beauty of the porcelain cup
Seduces him every day, without fail;
The flavor of the Irish coffee hurts his tongue,
But he still drinks it with fake pride.
The dark walls of his lonely room
Hide the puny picture of his soul;
Now he has learnt to inhale the air of hypocrisy;
As he loathes the freedom of the flowing waters.
One day, when his regal wagon betrayed him,
He chose to punish his virgin feet harshly;
His sense organs that met the wild wind for the first...
928 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jul 2013 6:53am
6th Jul 2013 6:53am
To Miss the Moon on a Lonely Night
To study dreams with half opened eyes;
To wake up with bodies fixed,
To fight against the fatigue,
To drink a toast of failure;
To clean the table; to burn the coffee;
To witness the horrors of the city;
To love the ceramics and the bricks,
To hate the color of the burning sky.
To bake the cake and polish the slender glasses,
To celebrate the death of the privacy;
To recollect memories and silences;
To forget the name of the milkman;
To finish the history book and forget the shame.
To walk uphill to...
To wake up with bodies fixed,
To fight against the fatigue,
To drink a toast of failure;
To clean the table; to burn the coffee;
To witness the horrors of the city;
To love the ceramics and the bricks,
To hate the color of the burning sky.
To bake the cake and polish the slender glasses,
To celebrate the death of the privacy;
To recollect memories and silences;
To forget the name of the milkman;
To finish the history book and forget the shame.
To walk uphill to...
730 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jan 2013 2:37pm
20th Jan 2013 2:37pm
The Moan of a Veiled City
The fog and the chilly wind,
Can never puncture the wheels of this city;
Every morning I take a bus to smoothly sprint;
But that day, my mind was wrapped in a quilt;
The ashes of the gruesome week mingled
With the stench of that living corpse.
She died a thousand deaths.
The shreds of her body were found
In many cupboards and bags.
I searched in my bag for lip balm;
But the staring eyes of the men in shawls
Hydrated my lips with sweat and fear.
The battle between the rods and Gods is not new;
These rods are sharpened...
Can never puncture the wheels of this city;
Every morning I take a bus to smoothly sprint;
But that day, my mind was wrapped in a quilt;
The ashes of the gruesome week mingled
With the stench of that living corpse.
She died a thousand deaths.
The shreds of her body were found
In many cupboards and bags.
I searched in my bag for lip balm;
But the staring eyes of the men in shawls
Hydrated my lips with sweat and fear.
The battle between the rods and Gods is not new;
These rods are sharpened...
746 reads
11 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2012 6:52pm
22nd Jul 2012 6:52pm
A Room of my Own
Today I am on the other side;
Living in a paltry cottage;
An impartial river separates
My humble abode and the arena;
Every night, when I am at my terrace,
Reading poems or sipping soup,
I see the palatial castle, bright and tall;
The place that registered my arrival in this world;
Whose walls mirrored my artistic endeavors;
Whose halls witnessed my recitations and performances;
Where, a few months back, I slit my wrist;
Where my spirits were arrested by the callous kinsmen;
But one night, when my choked heart pushed me to the balcony;
The...
Living in a paltry cottage;
An impartial river separates
My humble abode and the arena;
Every night, when I am at my terrace,
Reading poems or sipping soup,
I see the palatial castle, bright and tall;
The place that registered my arrival in this world;
Whose walls mirrored my artistic endeavors;
Whose halls witnessed my recitations and performances;
Where, a few months back, I slit my wrist;
Where my spirits were arrested by the callous kinsmen;
But one night, when my choked heart pushed me to the balcony;
The...
767 reads
8 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
21st Jul 2012 6:54pm
21st Jul 2012 6:54pm
A Fearful Phantasm
A dark, empty room;
I could see two chairs and a bed.
Even the air in that space
Seemed choked and suffocated;
I saw some red drops
On the white marbled floor;
My feet smiled when it discovered
A broken nail polish bottle;
In the deadened silence,
I missed the noise of the shower;
After a couple of minutes,
She came out in a blue bath robe;
I was happy to see her alive;
We went to the kitchen;
I looked for a saucepan to make tea,
She was sitting on the kitchen slab;
I asked her to get me a lighter;
My...
I could see two chairs and a bed.
Even the air in that space
Seemed choked and suffocated;
I saw some red drops
On the white marbled floor;
My feet smiled when it discovered
A broken nail polish bottle;
In the deadened silence,
I missed the noise of the shower;
After a couple of minutes,
She came out in a blue bath robe;
I was happy to see her alive;
We went to the kitchen;
I looked for a saucepan to make tea,
She was sitting on the kitchen slab;
I asked her to get me a lighter;
My...
719 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2012 9:39am
19th Jul 2012 9:39am
The Second Self
There is one thing that unites
The enlightened minds of this era;
They hate subjugation; they crave for freedom;
They say they love discussions and conversations;
The Multiplicity of opinions is encouraged by each individual;
May be this philosophy helps them increase their followers;
May be this view serves as a sword in the battle against mightier minds;
They say they invite criticism;
They admire virtues like frankness, bluntness and originality;
Diplomacy, Submissiveness and Capitulation
Are qualities that they criticize in the most abominable...
The enlightened minds of this era;
They hate subjugation; they crave for freedom;
They say they love discussions and conversations;
The Multiplicity of opinions is encouraged by each individual;
May be this philosophy helps them increase their followers;
May be this view serves as a sword in the battle against mightier minds;
They say they invite criticism;
They admire virtues like frankness, bluntness and originality;
Diplomacy, Submissiveness and Capitulation
Are qualities that they criticize in the most abominable...
733 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jul 2012 2:51pm
18th Jul 2012 2:51pm
The Second Coming
Abidance and Tolerance to a Man are like his two eyes;
Neither can he prefer one over the other,
Nor can he mutilate one and become a rejecter;
If he maintains and polishes these two jewels regularly,
He is pronounced a social, ethical and divine Animal;
But if these two ornaments rust and rot beyond repair,
And begin to strangle the tender throat of the subject,
He must continue to embrace pain and bury his will under the hypocritical soil,
In order to stay up in the hierarchy of Beings;
He would constantly be tempted...
Neither can he prefer one over the other,
Nor can he mutilate one and become a rejecter;
If he maintains and polishes these two jewels regularly,
He is pronounced a social, ethical and divine Animal;
But if these two ornaments rust and rot beyond repair,
And begin to strangle the tender throat of the subject,
He must continue to embrace pain and bury his will under the hypocritical soil,
In order to stay up in the hierarchy of Beings;
He would constantly be tempted...
678 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2012 6:57pm
5th Jul 2012 6:57pm
Confessions of a Courtesan
It is not difficult to erase the black grease
Rubbed on my face by the societal sentinel;
I always hide it beneath the layers of foundation;
But the salacious shouts and the lecherous stares
Of the bricked walls of that shamed street
Bruise my body and make my soul bleed;
It has been three years since I gave my first nocturnal performance;
But the multiple injuries, intangible yet unbearable
Have still not found a respectable remedy.
I am a celebrated courtesan; a debauched artist;
The slit of my gown can arouse the dead passion of an...
Rubbed on my face by the societal sentinel;
I always hide it beneath the layers of foundation;
But the salacious shouts and the lecherous stares
Of the bricked walls of that shamed street
Bruise my body and make my soul bleed;
It has been three years since I gave my first nocturnal performance;
But the multiple injuries, intangible yet unbearable
Have still not found a respectable remedy.
I am a celebrated courtesan; a debauched artist;
The slit of my gown can arouse the dead passion of an...
763 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Jun 2012 6:24pm
25th Jun 2012 6:24pm
Lost in Love
I lived like a child in a maternal womb,
Cocooned and cushioned by familial compassion.
I never knew how a casual gaze
Can inform me of my virginal beauty;
How an aroused curiosity in the mind of a male
Can establish my new identity in this mortal multitude;
How that visual intercourse between two align mates
Can unite them in a contiguous bond.
Our initial walks were wordless and quiet;
The dancing trees and the blowing wind
Were the mediators of the budding love;
But the smiles and laughs mirrored the gratified hearts;
Every day...
Cocooned and cushioned by familial compassion.
I never knew how a casual gaze
Can inform me of my virginal beauty;
How an aroused curiosity in the mind of a male
Can establish my new identity in this mortal multitude;
How that visual intercourse between two align mates
Can unite them in a contiguous bond.
Our initial walks were wordless and quiet;
The dancing trees and the blowing wind
Were the mediators of the budding love;
But the smiles and laughs mirrored the gratified hearts;
Every day...
648 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by shekharshwetha
