Submissions by sunil
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Take life as it comes. Happy to be heard.
STORY POEM
Published
5th Jul 2014 5:06pm
5th Jul 2014 5:06pm
The silent forest.
The silent forest resounded
With the flutter of birds.
With squirrels running over
The ancient tree barks
As fresh leaves dripped
By sudden showers
In the evening, shades of sunset
Were cast.
Sweet smelling earth
Cascaded its fragrance
Through the thick foliage,
Engulfing all with its blissful peace.
The silent forest became alive
With rustling sounds
Of creatures finding their space
In natures lap,
Another day passed
Into the slumber of the deepest night.
The silent forest opened its gates
To...
With the flutter of birds.
With squirrels running over
The ancient tree barks
As fresh leaves dripped
By sudden showers
In the evening, shades of sunset
Were cast.
Sweet smelling earth
Cascaded its fragrance
Through the thick foliage,
Engulfing all with its blissful peace.
The silent forest became alive
With rustling sounds
Of creatures finding their space
In natures lap,
Another day passed
Into the slumber of the deepest night.
The silent forest opened its gates
To...
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Jun 2014 3:32pm
25th Jun 2014 3:32pm
Broken signs
Is this the way to the future,
Or has imagination entered my dreams.
The slightest intervention by god is desired,
On this road of life acquired.
This seems to be the way out,
The direction which was taken.
The haze clears in my mind and
These broken signs reappear at every crossing.
The pictures show the paths travelled
In a possible past, forwarded, rewinded
And paused for memory lost.
These broken signs are
From centuries of gusts,
Weathered by the rain and storms.
It was a time when life existed,
...
Or has imagination entered my dreams.
The slightest intervention by god is desired,
On this road of life acquired.
This seems to be the way out,
The direction which was taken.
The haze clears in my mind and
These broken signs reappear at every crossing.
The pictures show the paths travelled
In a possible past, forwarded, rewinded
And paused for memory lost.
These broken signs are
From centuries of gusts,
Weathered by the rain and storms.
It was a time when life existed,
...
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STORY POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2014 2:17pm
23rd Jun 2014 2:17pm
If wishes were horses
If wishes were horses,
Then magical carpets would fly.
Castles in the air
Would become the favorite
Play ground for pixies and elves
Amidst shooting stars
With moonlit rides
On broomsticks across
Candyfloss skies
And fairies singing on twinkling butterflies.
There would be joy
And laughter all around
With only wonder for everyone
With happy faces
To keep our souls alive.
If only..
Wishes were horses..
Then magical carpets would fly.
Castles in the air
Would become the favorite
Play ground for pixies and elves
Amidst shooting stars
With moonlit rides
On broomsticks across
Candyfloss skies
And fairies singing on twinkling butterflies.
There would be joy
And laughter all around
With only wonder for everyone
With happy faces
To keep our souls alive.
If only..
Wishes were horses..
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STORY POEM
Published
16th Jun 2014 3:02pm
16th Jun 2014 3:02pm
Puppets monologue
Master, oh my master,
Where have you been,
My life's so insignificant,
When you are not seen.
These people all around are used
To seeing me perform,
I am at your beck and call
From night time till the dawn.
You can make me dance and do
As you always please,
Every move made by your hands
Can be shown with ease.
Frightened by this world there's little
That puppets could do,
But to be a part of what their master
Wishes too.
Master, oh my master,
Will do as you've planned,
There's nothing else left to do...
Where have you been,
My life's so insignificant,
When you are not seen.
These people all around are used
To seeing me perform,
I am at your beck and call
From night time till the dawn.
You can make me dance and do
As you always please,
Every move made by your hands
Can be shown with ease.
Frightened by this world there's little
That puppets could do,
But to be a part of what their master
Wishes too.
Master, oh my master,
Will do as you've planned,
There's nothing else left to do...
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STORY POEM
Published
5th Jun 2014 2:48pm
5th Jun 2014 2:48pm
Dream of the monkeys
It was around 7000 B.C.,
In a forest around the
Tropic of cancer, where
Civilization was yet to see dawn,
There lived some monkeys
With collective minds.
They had a series of dreams
And saw strange visions
Of the future where they had
Evolved.
They were dressed in similar looking clothes,
Carrying similar looking gadgets,
Flying on the ground and in the sky
In machines,
And were without tails.
The dream of the monkeys,
Showed jungles being cut
And their forefathers occupying their space, ...
In a forest around the
Tropic of cancer, where
Civilization was yet to see dawn,
There lived some monkeys
With collective minds.
They had a series of dreams
And saw strange visions
Of the future where they had
Evolved.
They were dressed in similar looking clothes,
Carrying similar looking gadgets,
Flying on the ground and in the sky
In machines,
And were without tails.
The dream of the monkeys,
Showed jungles being cut
And their forefathers occupying their space, ...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2014 3:52pm
31st May 2014 3:52pm
Mixed emotions
This feeling of being out of control
With mixed emotions,
Wrecks and creates havoc
In yet another day of placidity.
Everything seems the same,
Yes and no,
Good and bad.
Even love and discordancy
Peak their levels,
Raising only strong waves
Engulfing the heart and mind.
These mixed emotions
Capture the soul and
Render their art
With extreme profundity,
Leaving no hope or scope
For actions or logic
To defy their gravity.
What a fine thing this life has become.
The storm passes, but
The song of...
With mixed emotions,
Wrecks and creates havoc
In yet another day of placidity.
Everything seems the same,
Yes and no,
Good and bad.
Even love and discordancy
Peak their levels,
Raising only strong waves
Engulfing the heart and mind.
These mixed emotions
Capture the soul and
Render their art
With extreme profundity,
Leaving no hope or scope
For actions or logic
To defy their gravity.
What a fine thing this life has become.
The storm passes, but
The song of...
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STORY POEM
Published
28th May 2014 3:15pm
28th May 2014 3:15pm
Bedtime stories
Bottomless heart pouring rain,
Flowing like peace,
From the lotus hands
Of the Buddha.
Can I fall asleep
And dream again.
I need your bedtime stories,
Mother it's been years
Since I heard them.
Child without love,
Mind without rest,
Gentle care,
A lullaby to share.
Plasticity blooming flowers,
Have had enough.
Bedtime stories, calling slumber deep,
Invites.
Time to go into the coral reef.
Goodbye life, welcome
Blissful pool of joy.
With ripples, in the silky...
Flowing like peace,
From the lotus hands
Of the Buddha.
Can I fall asleep
And dream again.
I need your bedtime stories,
Mother it's been years
Since I heard them.
Child without love,
Mind without rest,
Gentle care,
A lullaby to share.
Plasticity blooming flowers,
Have had enough.
Bedtime stories, calling slumber deep,
Invites.
Time to go into the coral reef.
Goodbye life, welcome
Blissful pool of joy.
With ripples, in the silky...
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STORY POEM
Published
17th May 2014 4:06pm
17th May 2014 4:06pm
Come home
Flying bird, touching skies,
Chasing rainbows, going high,
Taking turns, running sound,
Windy clouds, floating ground.
Flying bird, loving stars,
Healing quiet, all around,
Setting sun, time to sleep,
Day is gone, come home.
Come home, flying bird,
Had your fun, time is done,
Hear your mama, she is calling,
No more waiting, come home.
Chasing rainbows, going high,
Taking turns, running sound,
Windy clouds, floating ground.
Flying bird, loving stars,
Healing quiet, all around,
Setting sun, time to sleep,
Day is gone, come home.
Come home, flying bird,
Had your fun, time is done,
Hear your mama, she is calling,
No more waiting, come home.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th May 2014 4:05pm
17th May 2014 4:05pm
Lines of fate
Lines of fate
Running helter skelter
All over my hand.
They say its the journey
Of the wandering soul,
All over the land.
What is there,
Is how its supposed to be,
What you thought of,
Perhaps you may see.
Lines of fate,
Destinies choice,
Leaving us thinking,
If all went as planned.
Ticking clock,
Running sand,
The lines of fate
Are mysterious companions,
Annotations,
Changing by the years,
As the fanciful wishes,
Of some invisible magical wand.
Lines of fate,
A mirror of...
Running helter skelter
All over my hand.
They say its the journey
Of the wandering soul,
All over the land.
What is there,
Is how its supposed to be,
What you thought of,
Perhaps you may see.
Lines of fate,
Destinies choice,
Leaving us thinking,
If all went as planned.
Ticking clock,
Running sand,
The lines of fate
Are mysterious companions,
Annotations,
Changing by the years,
As the fanciful wishes,
Of some invisible magical wand.
Lines of fate,
A mirror of...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 3:30pm
15th Apr 2014 3:30pm
Déjà vu
Waves crashing on the old rock,
At the end of the forest,
Next to the hill..all is still.
The breeze lifts my worn spirit,
Out of its dim witted closet,
Locked inside the pockets
Of darkness, from a fate of several cycles,
Of life and death.
There's something about this place,
Which seems familiar,
A sense of calm, I've been here before,
Perhaps in a different form.
This Déjà vu is so strong,
From the path that's been so long,
That it tells me who I was..
Maybe that's why I'm here.
Time...
At the end of the forest,
Next to the hill..all is still.
The breeze lifts my worn spirit,
Out of its dim witted closet,
Locked inside the pockets
Of darkness, from a fate of several cycles,
Of life and death.
There's something about this place,
Which seems familiar,
A sense of calm, I've been here before,
Perhaps in a different form.
This Déjà vu is so strong,
From the path that's been so long,
That it tells me who I was..
Maybe that's why I'm here.
Time...
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SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2014 3:29pm
15th Apr 2014 3:29pm
I wish I were a tortoise
I wish I were a tortoise,
Going very slow,
I'd live more than 200 years,
And no one else would know.
There'd be no rush
To make it first,
With time all by my side,
As everyone just wants to run,
And reach the finish line.
I'd be happy to be myself,
And live a grand old life,
Seeing every part of it,
To make me wise and kind.
I wish I were a tortoise,
Cozy there in my shell
One of a kind of luxury
A life to live so well.
Things all around they keep changing,
Its nothing bothersome ,
I'd pull inside...
Going very slow,
I'd live more than 200 years,
And no one else would know.
There'd be no rush
To make it first,
With time all by my side,
As everyone just wants to run,
And reach the finish line.
I'd be happy to be myself,
And live a grand old life,
Seeing every part of it,
To make me wise and kind.
I wish I were a tortoise,
Cozy there in my shell
One of a kind of luxury
A life to live so well.
Things all around they keep changing,
Its nothing bothersome ,
I'd pull inside...
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Apr 2014 4:29pm
10th Apr 2014 4:29pm
Two worlds
Two worlds, two lives,
Two destinies, both may survive.
Living for thrills, living with hope,
Two worlds are thriving,
Both at a price.
Visions of the future
Reliving the past,
Creatures of nature,
Creating the art.
Wishful at best,
Friendships that last,
Two worlds are meeting
Tugging their carts.
Moments are ticking,
Waiting has paid,
Two worlds are made up now
Spaces are cast.
Scripting their moments,
Playing their parts,
Two worlds are breathing
With beating hearts.
One may go off...
Two destinies, both may survive.
Living for thrills, living with hope,
Two worlds are thriving,
Both at a price.
Visions of the future
Reliving the past,
Creatures of nature,
Creating the art.
Wishful at best,
Friendships that last,
Two worlds are meeting
Tugging their carts.
Moments are ticking,
Waiting has paid,
Two worlds are made up now
Spaces are cast.
Scripting their moments,
Playing their parts,
Two worlds are breathing
With beating hearts.
One may go off...
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