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The Dream That Mattered
Scarred and tattered I walked through the road, Deceived and battered were the spiteful rout. Blisters of smarting pain ripped my soul, As I saw the vehement abuse being thrown. Then I saw a life with...
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She lived for none but her child (A mother’s saga as a Poem)
Amidst the thousand sorrows, Cheers a wonderful smile. Brought up with the heavenly giggle, The divine lady for her child. Tack and stew her sari swayed, Tattered with diamonds it was made. When the...
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Critiquing The Indian Dilemma- A note to Gandhi!
“I believe that in the history of the world, there has not been a more genuinely democratic struggle for freedom than ours.” -M.K. Gandhi India, as we know, is vividly diverse....
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What Is Life?
Life is The path you pave to seek the unknown luck, The zest you draw amidst the grieving clucks, The dreams you dream with shadows forlorn, The hopes you shape tattered to torn. But! The thought of...
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The Embrace Of A Father- His Message For My Life
As a speck of life growing inside my mother’s womb, I didn’t know what a father is. As I ventured into a whole new world, I deemed him as my leader. A guide for life to be exact and an inspiration...
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‘Ma’ (My Mother)
When I stared at the endless toil Blank through the troughs of darkness I saw her standing firm on the clamant soil Substantiate amidst sordid walls Her hair glistened with the fury of a woman Her...
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Farmers in India- The Doom, Despair and Hope amidst Suicides
“Long years ago, we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem Our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when...
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Phantasm
A day would come when the light would waver through the distant skies and darkness would engulf the burdened ride. The dream you dreamt would be a lost cause, the flickering candle, the dim night. The...
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The Poetry Of A Bygone Love
That love of yours was a sprouting spring. That love of yours is a senescent dream. Of glory and gore Where the tears swelled, Of pride and simper Where the guffaws dwelt. That love of yours is like a...
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Rhinestone in an epitaph
Are you baffled Comrade? The shining armour of your laughter, Succumbed to the cycle of struggle. The glaze of your joyful words Turned to poignant rubble. How can divinity be so brutal? To take away...
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The Bastard Child!
Artwork- John Martin, Pandemonium, 1825 Freedom! O’ You Bastard! You killed a million on the first day And a million more next. You made me cry when my father was shot And my sister ravaged. I am...
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Brewery of Sins
What did you brew, O’ Lord? On the morbid altar of Sunday. The qualms in every breath, A hymn to your deaf ears. Oh Lord! The altar is poisoned, Poisoned with the blood of the sinner. What did you...
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Birth Of A Philosophy
“Vanité” by Philippe de Champaigne The tyger is not burning bright The fleece has rotten The ombre has frayed The forests are desolated The islands submerged Apocalypse is the last bird’s song...
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Eva
Lady in Red by Taras Loboda Eva My fair lady. The stars dance to your rhythm, The bugles spell your grace, The fairies envy your emerald heart, Pristine beauty- Little darling Eva. Your smile is...
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Charade
I Pray to the broken rosary O’ mortal mother of fallacy! Spawn the disguise like wildfire Spring the cursed poison-tree. II The gargoyles dreamt of the second coming. The second coming of the slovenly...
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The Painting
Melanie Alcantara Correia- Emotions A stroke of alchemy whispered to me, “What do you create, O’ illusion?” Tremors of euphoria- bursting fragility, The dancing peacock under the rain. It danced and...
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Babies in the Tomb!
Emma Allen- Ruby I see the new babies at the old age home The babies at the brink of death With souls as corrupt as the prick of a tender rose The grief of their sullen selves morphed in those two...
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A Thousand Yard Stare
Shirak Karepetyan-Milshteyn. A Soldier’s Prayer. 2007 Limping through the crowd, the bloom asked, “Why do you break us?” The one in the tattered Sam-hat replied, “I break you for my country and...
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Loss Of Virginity
The Rokeby Venus by Diego Velázquez I There you stand brooding by your reflection A poet’s lust scripted on your naked body In front of that malicious mirror; Thirsty for those rosy lips. Those perky...
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