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Akhil Bhadwal May 2015
Was doing something, never did, before
Assignment, it was
Wasn't expecting, something, it happened for sure
Meet, that was

Unexpectedly, not knowing, suddenly
Whatever, it was
A familiar, face, glowing
There, she was

Enchantment, attraction, infatuation
Magic, it was
She asked, I agreed, we meet
Love tryst, that was
This prose describes the first love tryst of my life at our college library. Awesome moments. Rhyme scheme for the poem is a b a b.
Akhil Bhadwal May 2015
Aggression, is a session
Is a desire, blazing fire
Is a fest, at its best
Aggression, becomes a passion

Aggression, in your blood
In your vision, a mission
In your mind, a fight
Aggression, now your mood

Aggression, can be utilised
Can be channelized, it should be
Can be unleashed, it needs be
Aggression, must be utilised
Aggression, a common emotion, is very powerful and strong. It should always be provided a proper target. This poem follows a b b a rhyme scheme.
Akhil Bhadwal Apr 2015
He danced, we watched
He felt, and let
His trance, our stance
He showed, and we bowed

His aggression, our passion
His fiery vision, was truly art fusion


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Inspired by an awesome performance based on Lord Shiva's Tandava
Akhil Bhadwal Apr 2015
Winds blow and the stars shine
A landscape draws, of its own kind
People cheers, with a drink of wine
Something came into, my dreamy mind

Dear morning, came with a hustling freshness
Was thinking, while laying half across the sleepy slopes
A cup of tea was good, to bring cheerishness
To start the day, with brand new hopes

The obsession of something new, is no simple job
But not doing so, will be a private crime
Numerous memories, in the form of tiny blob(s)
And there I was, on the verge of a new rhyme


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This poem follows a b a b rhyme scheme.
  Apr 2015 Akhil Bhadwal
epictails
A mist withers our eyes
From a destructive what is
Cloaked by the manipulation of fear
The obsessive consumption of greed
The yield of inequality
Blessing the treacherous snake
that is society
Protecting the overbearing tower of hierarchy

We are the rising hope
and the colossal downfall
Of an era so entrenched with fools' promises
and wicked minds
It is not anymore righting a wrong
so much as righting a system of wrong
Once a system of good
Which should have foretold better times
Meant to have put everything in place
But has left in its wake
A black hole that took everything
Right in all of us
In everything worth believing, worth hoping
The kind of thoughts and poems that come to me while I'm in the shower
Akhil Bhadwal Apr 2015
What If, the sky were to bleed
What If, hatred transformed into seed
What If, its all about greed
What If, love is all you need

What If, friendship becomes foul
What If, body rejects soul
What If, anger becomes meal
What If, death makes you kneel

What If, night sky loose stars
What If, you can only feel scars
What If, everyone look forward to wars
What is it, if you were to live on mars


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Rhyme scheme is a a a a.
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