On the beach!

Screen Shot 2018-03-29 at 1.10.11 am.pngOn the beach

Under the sky

Where the waves rhyme

That noise was

Like a quartet

Of Beethoven

To my ears.

 

On the beach

Craving to grasp

His hands softly

And tightly

To feel the watery

Effect in his eyes

Like the touch of

His fingers

On my spine.

 

On the beach

The waves giggling

To come at my feet

Like I giggle

To kiss him with pride

When the drops of love

Singing the song

Of Beethoven.

 

On the beach

The sun kissed

Quartet, arranging

The love tune

To start a ball dance

Under the bright sky.

 

Slowly and gradually

The hot sand

Is getting cooler

With the wet love

Of the loving souls.

 

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Poetry to Micropoetry

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Poetry to Micropoetry

“my veins are still

flooded with light

to purify the blood

to pump the words

to flow in a rhythm

to dance with the functioning

of my body

so that the content

should fall in place

giving life to the verses

of my spine.”

 

O! my Micro poetry

you have the essence

of the contemporary

society.

But the ink is fighting

to decide the genre

in a decade 

as the literary world 

denies your existence 

in the world of expression

thinking it’s too micro 

to rejuvenate the rhythm

of the pages of life.

 

Nevertheless, every form of art 

is idiosyncratic in its own

why to collate each other

why not to lionise and fete 

your arrival as the bride 

of the handsome groom

on the red carpet!

 

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Micro


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Inefficient

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Inefficient is the mind

When it’s loaded

With a sonnet of crime

A crime of love!

 

Teach my heart

Not to love

But to be lost

In the oceans

Of the crime.

 

The Shakespearean

Sonnet, gives me

The reasons

To fall for this crime.

 

Teach my ink

To write

“thou art”

not

“you are.”

 

Efficient is the mind

When the sonnet of crime

Becomes the expression

Of literature.

 

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Inefficient


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Hiding behind the chaos!

 

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Hiding behind the chaos

To create a pattern

Of the life 

What is pleasure

In the limelight

If the freedom 

Is not right?

 

Hiding behind the chaos

To portray the new being

Fresh and new

Attracting the bees 

With honey 

To forget the misdeeds

Done with fruitful hands

It was just a pleasure

Of the life.

 

Hiding behind the chaos

To respire the freshness

Of the green world

What if I am toxic

From inside

Still having the designation

In the intellectual world

Halfwits in the background

To trip over the stones 

Created to justify 

The reasons!

 

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In the dreams

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In the dreams

She saw this faceless being

Stunning and sympathetic

Tendering his resignation

Of the wedding bells

In the light of darkness

Of the first sight.

 

In the dreams

She saw this faceless being

Dusky and charismatic

Doting on her

Till the last breath of the spring

In the presence of sunshine

Of the first rendezvous.

 

Sad is the time

When she could not

Recognise this faceless being

The years of attention

Fail to carve his figure

Even on the sand of time

O! my stranger…….

 

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Faceless


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First meeting!

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I was in a foreign land

In a bloomy weather

Without expectations

In a causal state.

“You are cute”,

Was the remark

To score the marks

Of the day.

The innocence was foreign

To the dark side

Hidden in the corner

Of his mind.

The lofty ideals

Were also foreign

To the pretended deals

Of the first time.

Then he said,

“It’s always the first time

So the foreigns things 

Will soon be aware

Of our familiarity!”

 

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Foreign


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The ring!!

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In the eyes

Where I have no fear

As I have my dear

No need for the dyes

As the colours are reflecting

The glow of my cheeks.

 

In the eyes

Where I have a pipe dream

As the nightmares scream

In the backyard of my sleep

No need to weep

For the talisman.

 

In the eyes

Where I have a shadow

Of the things being in overshadow

Why I fumble with the ring

Was once a talisman

Of the spring.

 

In the eyes

Where I have a strong 

Feeling of the wrong

Things which never done

So be bold in the throng

With your talisman of present,

The ring!

 

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Talisman


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The invisible emotions!

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The emotions were visible on her face,

when she gazed at him.

 

The surrounding was numbed in the beats of drum,

her love was not invisible in the action of heat.

 

The peace had taken the place of the wolf,

like the fighting spirit in the game of golf.

 

Yet, she was ignorant of the silly things,

loving the entities was the only inkling.

 

When she became invisible in his visible eyes,

it was the lust of life that led to the goodbyes

 

to the loving commitment. The blindness covered the path

with her blurred vision, playing a round of a death

 

with the deadly sins. Don’t be invisible, feel her heartbeat

in the beats of his brain.

 

Some colours never fade in the memory of life, it’s only the

feelings keep changing in the space of time.

 

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Invisible


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What is identical!

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What is identical

In the life of the spy

And in the life of the shy

Nothing but the entity.

 

What is identical

In the moment when you cry

And when you try

Nothing but the feelings.

 

What is identical

When we buy

And when we fly

Nothing but the excitement.

 

What is identical

In the moment of love

And in the moment of dove

Nothing but the composure.

 

What is identical

Between you

And me

Nothing but the soul!

 

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Identical


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In the blush blush !!

Screen Shot 2018-03-20 at 12.29.52 am.pngIn the blush blush morning

With a flush flush way

Starting to mingle

His love is more single.

 

In the blush blush day

With a flush flush way

She is hesitant

To know his hints.

 

In the blush blush night

With a flush flush way

He is loving

To know her madness.

 

In the blush blush stars

With a flush flush way

Wanting to sparkle

In the shine of wine.

 

In the blush blush moon

With a flush flush way

Blooming to capture

His aura in the shine.

 

Her blush blush face

With his blush blush eyes

Twining in the moonshine

To follow the moonlight.

 

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Blush


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