Swirling flower torn
apart from the tree
by the gentle wind
falls into the heap
of trampled flowers
which lay forgotten
waiting for fleeting time
to slowly consume
them into oblivion.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
Someday!
We shall be together
Someday!
We will travel the high seas.
Someday!
we shall come out together
from the realm of fantasy.
Someday!
We shall realize together
Someday!
We shall let out a scream
Someday!
we shall awake together
from the everlasting dream.
The world under our care,
everyone gets an equal share
and respected is even insanity.
Even a deer which wishes to fly
Shall be asked to give a try
and the world will share his emphathy
Someday!
there will be sense of freedom
Someday!
there shall be liberty
Someday!
we will bring them out
from book to reality
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
His phone switched off.
He is not at home.
Where has he gone?
On his own all alone.
The same sun shines
the same birds chirp
Yet the blue sky wrapped
in grey and black clouds
keep reappearing, stirring up
storms lashing out rains.
Each drop weighing a ton.
Each strike lingering on
Trickling into tears and
Each memory triggers
cascades of pain .
Wherever you are now?
Whatever you do?
I pray silently for you
and I hope however tempting
it might be you wont take up
The seducing Kiss of death
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
Lyrical Poet of Greece
flowing like gentle breeze
Born in island of ******
like dawning sun she beautifully rose
As the time flew
desecrating winds blew
leaving mere fragments of work
one complete but mere sixteen lines
So little is known for certain
Yet it does not discourage me to pen
Let this poem be a spark
let your curiosity leave a mark
She crafted words into a mystic Shape
once read there is no escape
She wrote of fragile personal moments
of her daughter and her female friends .
Even Plato acknowledged her beautiful lines
He even said these following lines
"Some say the Muses are nine: how careless!
Look, there's Sappho too, from ****** the tenth"
Solon an Athenian ruler heard her song
and wanted it to be taught along
when curious faces asked Him why
he replied "Because I want to learn it and die".
Her Face was was minted in coins
Portrait painted on vases
Syracuse honored her exile
by erecting a statue
showing words could transcend
her gender in the people's eyes .
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
Introduction:
She was a
Blooming flower envious as day
Primitive world could not lock her away.
She was
One of a kind
A tender heart and a beautiful mind.
She was
was a mathematician
and a philosopher
in an age where women were tied
and made to silently suffer.
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whatever I describe
must seem less
as data lie insufficient
and can not be regressed
The jewel shone brightly
reflecting light of planet and stars
and the light attracting
students from places far.
In kingdom of Alexandria
Where knowledge was power
she strode through the ladder
reaching pinnacle of the tower
All her students admired her
every one equal in her class
Like the first notions of Euclid
all equal to her and hence
equal to each other.
Never covered herself
in a cowl or cape
boldly she strode her world
even inventing Astrolabe
But alas! By religious fanatics
She was proclaimed a witch
Political victim to the
treacherous vines of jealousy
Kidnapped from her carriage
She was dragged into the
the holy caesareum
clothes ripped off by
the mob and ******
later her limbs were cut
and the body tied to a stake
only to be engulfed by the flames
and the mob around jumped
triumphantly in joy
proclaiming victory to god.
In present time too
she lays forgotten
as world desperately
tries to shed off
its masculine rag worn
for ages now torn
as some still try to stitch
it again.
And as I write with
tears in my eyes
her last words ring through
as she silently whispers
I forgive all of you.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
I am dreaming our dream
Time has been reset I flow back
to that serene instant like
the one swaying before
my eyes hazy colors, concentric circles
blooming purple lilies etched on my retina
right now like on that day
You were there then
giving a knock on my head
Today like always I am
thinking back to your words
But in this haze letters scramble
up and only your smile lives on
somewhere in deep uncharted corners
as a memory
Taking a cue from you smile
I travel barefoot through the haze
I start running soon I am out of breath
and completely lost Pointer of my compass
not coming to halt I reach out my hand
asking questions yet there are no answers
in those countless scrambled letters
Another kindred soul comes across my path
saying "Its okay to stop rest and have some sleep"
and like that full moon night I start over again
slowly your words come back to me
" Zoom into every complexity all you get is
instances of linearity, Today is a gift that's why
its called present, live by the day as it comes"
and now
I
remember
............
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Vacancies left by death
are realized in life.
We wander across worlds
over time, dismissing the old
but there are some worlds
which we do not leave behind
and its the collection of these speckles
that make us realize the symphonies
camouflaged under the monotone of mundane.
Its these speckles that intoxicate us into nostalgia
and dejavu .
and yet its that one speckle that covers our eye
a rising sun that romanticizes the sky
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
as we walk through
the timid lanes of time
only the pebbles remain
the waters have dried
leaving behind the stain
air has escaped
pressure-less gain
and along this sunshine
clutched firmly within my hands
only pebbles remain only pebbles remain
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
In the bottom most depth
of sorrow, darker than black
more empty than void
camouflaged is an egg
when nested in tears
and incubated in love
Hatches the phoenix of hope
to soar back beautifully
in the endless sky
Shining in golden flames of rejuvenation.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
A sonorous bell rings,
between my eyes,
drenching the senses.
Vibrations travel
till the toes,
a drop of blood,
floats away surpassing
the bounds of time,
trickling through the
winter mist, a blanket
of responsibility, insulates
the hidden vow,
into the lower echelons of mind
pure and untouched.
A dried fallen leaf,
still triggers memories
and the jolt awakens me
briefly and the entities
of problem challenge opportunities
fade into vacant spaces of
love smiles and beauty
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC