[devoid316]

A little more participation puys!!
let the creativity flow!!!

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[devoid316]

Another one to heat up the thread ....

The crusade

Screeching sounds of silence,
Penetrating my eardrums
Surrendering in defiance……

Amidst the violence stands a deaf girl,
With a melting ice candy
Shrieking as loud as she can,
Only even she can not hear…..

“The knight in shining armor”,
A bloody fundamentalist….
Asks her, her religion…
Failing to understand,
She’s only her mother’s sweet little girl.
And me, a silent witness,
Watches blankly…..
As she clings on to the clothes of “the crusader”
Who slowly pierces her heart swiftly with his blade…..

[devoid316]

No cments or criticism at all!!

Puhleez puys....
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[devoid316]

still no replies or posts!!!
Seems an endless wait.....

Plz participate puys

[sumitrocks]

'Twas a cold winter's night,
the wind howled like a fiend.
Menacing thunderclouds rumbled thus,
and it appeared the world 'wd end.

No living being dared stir,
except the little nightingale forlorn.
Poor bird, she sang her song,
as her breast pressed against the thorn.

She'd pitied the man who wanted a red rose,
to please his beloved, the princess so vain.
Said she to herself, "I must do this,
for die though I might, but Love will reign."

And so she told the old rose tree,
to give her the sweetest red rose.
The tree said to her, "My veins are chilled,
for the frigid wind blows."

"There is but one thing you can do,
which I'd rather not say."
But the nightingale persisted,
so the tree had to give way.

"It's tougher than you think, li'l bird,
said he, "and it's my duty to warn."
"A red rose can't be made save from your blood,
and saying this with sadness I'm torn."

The nightingale sighed, but she was brave,
and she was inspired by Love.
So, she made the terrible choice,
and tears were shed even by the Gods above.

Not having found her love,
she wanted to gift it to another.
By letting her life ebb on,
and all her heart's desire smother.

'Twas a terrible sacrifice to make,
to shed her blood to make a red rose.
The pain she bore, for the sake of love,
can neither be scribed in poetry, nor in prose.

She felt she was doing a service to Love,
and so never did complain.
And a silent spectre though I was,
not from tears could I refrain.

All, night long her blood flowed,
as the veins of the tree thawed.
The rose slowly took shape,
and the nightingale's heart did applaud.

The moon lingered on,
to hear the last strains of her song.
Even the stars forgot to sleep,
and in the sky they did throng.

The tree said, "Look, the rose is done."
but the nightingale answered with nary a moan.
For her life's labour was complete,
and her soul had flown.

Cometh morning, we found the rose trampled,
by the vain princess, in the frost.
And the innocent nightingale lay dead,
'twas nothing but love's labour lost.

*With due regards to Oscar Wilde for his beautiful story, "The Nightingale and The Rose, which always brings tears to my eyes.

[diablorulez]

It’s raining …drop in drops… drop by drop.
Each drop like new born baby whining making sounds of me …me…me…
And then they reach the ground precipitated in the soil and shout …”We”

I carry you, you in me

The voices unknown enunciating we

Hindered, paused silhouette of I

Answering quintessential question of why

Mind is what, a monastery of child

Prayers so innocent, yet so wild

Phantom kites flies in fantasy

Flap its wings in rising ecstasy

Kept on each intermittent hair

Suspended silvery, dew drops that stare

Have lost in body a harrow

May be will find it sometime tomorrow

On crossroads of him, you, me and eyes

Enumerated scions full of vies

Is it real? Or is it a veil?

Plastic snow doesn’t melt yet gleam

A bit of you and a bit of me

The smell of soil and pouring ‘we’

Together ‘we’ are rather be

Hands having eyes that don’t see

It is a luminous cry on shadows of eternity

Or perhaps…perhaps an insane serendipity…

[knightofwar]

Putting a Hindi poem (for a change in the thread)

[sumitrocks]

This poem is somewhat different. It's called a pantoum, and follows the structure:

1 2 3 4 - Lines in first quatrain.
2 5 4 6 - Lines in second quatrain.
5 7 6 8 - Lines in third quatrain.
7 9 8 10 - Lines in fourth quatrain.
9 3 10 1 - Lines in fifth and final quatrain.


He stands there all alone,
sword in bloodied hand,
in the desolate battle zone,
faraway from his homeland.

Sword in bloodied hand,
sweat mingled blood on his brow,
faraway from his homeland,
wearied by war and how!!

Sweat mingled blood on his brow,
gleaming in the soft dawn,
wearied by war and how,
he gazes at lives forever gone.

Gleaming in the soft dawn,
in the desolate battle zone,
he gazes at the lives forever gone,
as he stands there all alone.

[sumitrocks]

What movies are playing, I just don’t know,
I’d sure love to stay and watch, though;
He must not see me stopping here or he’ll say,
“You’re missing deadlines, your progress is slow”.

My project manager must think it queer,
Wasting time, when the project’s in gear,
Lounging around, doing nothing at all,
At the busiest time of the year.

He calls up to say “You’re making a mistake”
“I know all your damn excuses are fake”,
and I hear the ominous portents in his voice,
after all, it’s my job that’s at stake.

The malls are lovely, missing them makes me weep,
But I have deadlines to keep,
And emails to write before I sleep,
And emails to write before I sleep.

*This is meant to be a spoof.. written by me in a dysfunctional state of mind.. a humorous rendition of Robert Frost's poem. Please do not take it seriously.*

[diablorulez]

A poem very close to my heart..

AKSHAR

Kabhi kabhi khaab mein aksar
Mere tumhare gumshuda ye akshar

Aise hi khayal mein, taabir samjhte us khaab ke
Kabhi shabnami, kabhi madham si chandani
Bhikarte falak ke rukh pe jaise ho damini
Dheema-Dheema khala se jo ruthe aksar
Mere tumhare gumshuda ye akshar

Muthi mein band kuch saal se, chand lafz ek darkhast ke
Kabhi banti jaroorat, kabhi ek shrarat
Baadlo mein chipta suraj jaise kare bagawat
Tanha-Tanha in haatho mein ban jaaye yeh dua aksar
Mere tumhare gumshuda ye akshar

Dhalti ek shaam se, shama ke anjaam pe
Kabhi khote ham, kabhi kuch paate tum
Darwaaje pe deep ka lau jaise nisha ke shor mein hota gum
Rafta-Rafta timtimate us lau mein gum hote aksar
Mere tumhare gumshuda ye akshar

Mausam ke chilman se, phisalte kuch nam saase hai
Rukhsar se sarkate aakhon se tik kar
Roshni kare gujarish jaise andhere se simat kar
Pal -Pal karte ye gunah aksar
Mere tumhare gumshuda ye akshar

Ek akshar tere naam ka, Ek akshar mere naam ka
Sehra mein chunte marasim ki nishaniya
Kabhi rukti kabhi chalti kahaniya
Akela-Akela sa lage par saath rahe aksar
Mere tumhare gumshuda ye akshar

glossary
gumshuda-lost
taabir-meaning
falak-sky
rukh- face
damini-lightening
bagawat-rebel
lau- burning wick
chilman- veil
Rukhsar- cheeks
Sehra- desert
Marasim- relations