Original Poetry

The departed culture of love: the divine eyes which x-rays than feel

“Eyes filled with dirt can’t see a scratch-less heart, a loyal soul, or a beautiful face.” A time when we look at someone, irrespective of gender, irrespective of colour, irrespective of culture or anything. When we really look at someone and want to be looked back, the eyes communicate even if we don’t spoken a…

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ODYSSEY

Aquarian form of poetry weaving a tale to the journey where one’s heart resides.Here are the lines that takes you with them to a far away meadow: JourneyTo that bliss nicheWhere my heart is buriedFar flung. PetalsHued so diverseFrom crimson to azureBeaut grace. My soulLays down in peace,On the green springy turf,Feels high. I’m caughtIn…

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LOVE IN HELL

A canzone form poetry depicting the love story of the underworld king Hades and the daughter of Zeus Persephone. Here goes the poetry: Let me surprise thee with my hidden scars,On my reddened soul, so barren like thou.Let thy eyes drizzle on my sallow skin,Let those lips taste the nectar thou desire,Humming tunes to rivet…

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Looking for The Long-Gone Me

In the eyes of blur paths, I see every day;In the midst of you-me, I feel every day;the core of us –dusted, soiled and tanned.We both agreed upon the lights,I see the darkness every day. I wake up in nights and search for it;the clean flesh, the shining bones,and an unaltered soul;when they all seem…

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THE JOURNEY OF HUMAN SOUL

A green spring leaf,Shed by its tree,Yellowing into an autumn spirit,Starts it’s journey. Driven by dust,Whooshing with it,Tossed and turned,Traveling miles continuously.Though small infant steps,It breathes every moment,Captures every milestone,Preserves in it’s heart. It admires this beautyOf constant change,But even breaks down,Into darkness,which brings pain. Then the flickering lightsOf the lamp of the future,Allures it…

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HUNGER

Shrunken face with dead-like skin,Wailing eyes, but to others, invisible,Chapped lips, sucked out of life,Burning bones, pale and visible.Carved out neck but not elegant,No beauty in stance, breathing corpse,Flesh-ridden body, so pain-stricken,With acute hunger, he warps.Dismantled dignity, he begged for alms,Broken faiths but holding to life,Fighting the last shreds of moments he has,Life or death,…

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RAPUNZEL

Oh, this cage of mine,Deep dark waters that chokes me,Running down my auburn eyes,Maybe, now a little deep blue,With time,With endless streams of pains,I shed every night,Some winter dewdrops on my lilac cheeks,I wipe with rising sunshine.Locked in other’s dreams and desires,I forgot to breathe,I forgot to let myself live,And You,You found me within this…

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You’re the star to me that shines the brightest…

In my most dreadful moments,Where i lose my way,Darkness engulfs andI don’t even wanna stay,In this cruel world full of lies,Deceit, falseness and charcoal skies,You lighten up my existence,You’re the one I look up to,In instants of self-resistance…What are you?Maybe you’re my Polaris,My own Pole Star,Showing me the way to live, to breathe,To smile through…

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Time and the Wooden box

A pampered box of wood;
scratched, cut, and demolished;
stands in the corner of my heart.
still to be noticed, silenced to be heard.

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The Midnight Werewoman

Once upon a nightmare,
Under the oak tree,
Gazing the October sky,
Painted darker than black,
I flumped onto the blood-red ground beneath me,

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Few but all things will change

Few but all things will change,
after this night of nightmares ends,
the way we looked at the world and now we do,
the death that seems new normal will haunt;
the path we mustn’t have taken,
the dread of death must have been stopped.

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IF I POETISE A MOTHER..

Eyes that shine with experience,Wrinkled lines on the forehead,Subtle and solemn facethat hides fears,And Smile of a silly teenager.Eyelashes wet with worries,Some silvery hair strands waving out,Endless prayers of well being,She recitesAnd sole responsibility of hers,She believes,To seed happiness into lives of loved.O! Maybe the angel itself has taken birthIn human form,To set free the…

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THE DIRTY OPINIONISTS : THE PRINT AND JYOTI YADAV

The CBI has finally been investigating Sushant Singh Rajput’s case and some people can’t resist it completely. When everyone is concerned about fishy and fuzzy investigation done by Maharashtra Police and the impartial involvement of Maharashtra government some media houses are trying to play their dirty game of journalism and falsehood. When I say dirty…

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