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.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 7:35pm
14th Jun 2012 7:35pm
Confessions of a Gravedigger
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2012 6:45pm
11th Jun 2012 6:45pm
The Company of Women
Sarah’s cupboard is filled to the brim
With lipsticks, Satins, Lotions and Leathers.
The drawers resemble the French Fondue
Garnished with Green Sapphires and rarest Rubies.
Curious costumiers are parading in her mansion
Carrying the log of Oriental textiles.
Suddenly the bell rang and the postman
Presented a letter to the tinsel lassie.
The scroll pronounced the demise of her kinsman;
Each word seemed to choke her sculptured throat;
She walked towards the cramped bed
With trembling legs and moist eyes.
As she lifted her saddened...
With lipsticks, Satins, Lotions and Leathers.
The drawers resemble the French Fondue
Garnished with Green Sapphires and rarest Rubies.
Curious costumiers are parading in her mansion
Carrying the log of Oriental textiles.
Suddenly the bell rang and the postman
Presented a letter to the tinsel lassie.
The scroll pronounced the demise of her kinsman;
Each word seemed to choke her sculptured throat;
She walked towards the cramped bed
With trembling legs and moist eyes.
As she lifted her saddened...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Jun 2012 4:56pm
1st Jun 2012 4:56pm
I am the Beast
I live with the Children of God;
They are the proud masters of the world;
They fight their everyday battle
With weighty weapons,
And my comrades are menial quadrupeds;
The men of the mighty race
Can speak daggers;
They possess the art
Of committing gory deeds
In gallant grandeur.
Once my weary weight and fatigued figure
Made me roam nebulously;
But my drowsy eyes were poisoned
By the sight of a carnivorous carnival;
The holy prodigies were piercing
Each other with venomous arrows,
Coated in the syrup of...
They are the proud masters of the world;
They fight their everyday battle
With weighty weapons,
And my comrades are menial quadrupeds;
The men of the mighty race
Can speak daggers;
They possess the art
Of committing gory deeds
In gallant grandeur.
Once my weary weight and fatigued figure
Made me roam nebulously;
But my drowsy eyes were poisoned
By the sight of a carnivorous carnival;
The holy prodigies were piercing
Each other with venomous arrows,
Coated in the syrup of...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2012 5:46am
11th Mar 2012 5:46am
no title..... :)
Blissful was the life,
In the diaphanous cage,
Gazed and lauded by numerous eyes,
There lived a dove in the warmth of aegis,
Befriending the barrier of brawny glass.
Irked and vexed in the solitary space,
The pheasant hummed the moaning tune,
Wings of iron hit the glass,
Wafting the dead in the fount of blood,
Lost was the never found freedom.
In the diaphanous cage,
Gazed and lauded by numerous eyes,
There lived a dove in the warmth of aegis,
Befriending the barrier of brawny glass.
Irked and vexed in the solitary space,
The pheasant hummed the moaning tune,
Wings of iron hit the glass,
Wafting the dead in the fount of blood,
Lost was the never found freedom.
738 reads
7 Comments
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