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Nov 2017 · 455
Stop There!
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
I'm stopped every time I go the way
?Train must have babbled?
About its love towards me,
To the guy at the crossing.
Nov 2017 · 386
Fingers
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
His fingers caressed her lips
His fingers ran through her hair
His fingers showed her the heavens
Then one day she tamed down that thing
Fastening around it a ring.
Nov 2017 · 362
Accumulate
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Must have been small, puny?
Let it grow large, plenty.
?Wish if it were in my treasury.?
Alas! These are in my kidney.
Nov 2017 · 339
Apple Good?
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
‘Had an apple, ended up here?
Is this hell??
Can I now have more apples?’
?Asked Adam.
Nov 2017 · 439
Planet Heaven
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Alike Saturn?
Heaven too got rings
?Watch the hula hoop?
Circle her hip.
Nov 2017 · 344
Engulf
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
What came in?
Isn't leaving, me ma!?
Darkness crawling from sides
?Me blind. **** you glaucoma!
Nov 2017 · 406
Old Age
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Son screamed
‘When will you grow up, Dad!’
Father nodded in remorse and cerebrated -
‘My heart remains young, Hallelujah!’
Nov 2017 · 380
Alive
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
A flower,
She whispers to wind
?Sings to the sun, dances to the drizzling rain.?
A flower she breathes
?Nowhere but her sprout.
Nov 2017 · 331
The Journey
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Through barking dogs
?Hooting owls, hissing snakes
?And twilight ghosts,?
The night gets to the day.
Nov 2017 · 354
Presentation
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
‘Smile is infectious’?
Said the first slide.
?By the twenty-fourth, realized
Yawn is infectious too.
Nov 2017 · 564
Photo Film Roll’s Lament
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Once upon a time
‘Expose’ was to absorb moments.
Word and deed
Are now adulterated.
Nov 2017 · 330
Physically Challenged
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
No sight
?No speech?
Yet skins converse?
Much after our phone calls.
Nov 2017 · 222
Indeed
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Loving you;
the most selfish
And the most selfless deed I ever did.?
Love is indeed an enigma.
Nov 2017 · 214
Your Light
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Walked by shade
?So I see no sun.?
Brightness reminds of you
?So much!
Nov 2017 · 381
Devolution
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
We broke.
She ascended, I descended.
She found her way back to God
I found my way back into The Soup.
***** poem
Nov 2017 · 1.1k
Mangroves
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
Let's row into mangroves?
Run by sandy shores
?Let sea wash away?
The salt in our sweat.
Nov 2017 · 497
Conjure
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
With no wand, no spell,?
No potion, no incantation,?
We shall charm smiles
?On each other's lips.
Nov 2017 · 906
Fair Fate
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
For each, there's someone somewhere,?
Their crossing is rare.
?You feel our bond is unique?
?For once, fate has just been fair.
Nov 2017 · 264
Your Story
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
This story is your home?
Yourself and yours, all within.?
There is nowhere out to roam
?To take away is nothing.
Nov 2017 · 383
Baby Steps
Pencil Poet Nov 2017
With feeble little feet
?You make those wobbly little turns?
Do you realize you spin?
Each time earth to another direction.
Oct 2017 · 294
Travel
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
Across moving windows?
Paint our own moments.
?Windows move backwards?
And moments forward, to await us.
Oct 2017 · 337
Momentum
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
My heart beats?
Tremendously whirs
Gaining momentum?
To catapult itself to you.
Oct 2017 · 1.3k
Warp Drive
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
Take all the space you need?
Take all the time you need?
Only to rupture space-time?
And popup by my side someday.
Oct 2017 · 220
Her Fight
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
She sleeps without a sound?
She wakes without a word?
She thinks she can lay low?
In my dreams too.
Oct 2017 · 254
Allure
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
It takes great reflex
To clench the soul
Gushing towards you
Every second our eye cross.
Oct 2017 · 312
Tight Corner
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
‘Looks matter?’ she probed.
I held my silence.
As it is, it was difficult
To remain nonchalant
At the sight of her beauty.
Oct 2017 · 1.6k
Magic
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
Poem he named ‘Magic’
Vanished the day next.
He knew not of them stanzas
Etched to his writing pad
Invisible forever; Magic.
Oct 2017 · 325
Reader’s Poem
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
Poem I thought
May not be the poem you see
But poem you read
Is certainly the poem I wrote.
Oct 2017 · 288
Ink
Pencil Poet Oct 2017
Ink
Gliding over my pen's nib
Seeping into paper's womb
Ink births me another poem
Through your eyes.
Art is partly created at the hands of the artist and partly at the eyes of the spectator.

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