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13.4k · Jul 2014
A Passing Gentleman
Ankush Samant Jul 2014
An old soul,
Curled up on the street.
Marks of burn,
Peeling skin,
Silent cry from the parched throat,
Agony on every turn,
Howl for food,
A sob in between,
Or was it the muscles' twist and turn?
Why did the burn,
Take just the skin,
Why didn't the heat,
Make some food,
Or give some heat,
On this cold street?!
And just then,
A passing gentleman,
In a black suit,
But without a boot,
Dropped me a drop of food,
And said, 'Look at that tree,
Burned in fire, jealousy and heat,
Soaked in rain, vain and pain,
Gnarled beyond the shadow's recognition,
Death has found him no definition,
So, you just rest in peace,
I will drop you daily,
Life in bits and pieces.'
12.3k · Jun 2014
Dark Hair
Ankush Samant Jun 2014
When,
Your dark hair,
Fell on my face,
And covered my eyes,
I wondered,
If death would be,
Such a pleasant experience.

When,
You pulled back your hair,
And let the smile shine on me,
I thought,
No matter how pleasant death is,
Life is,
Always more beautiful.
playing with dark hair falling on me...
11.1k · May 2014
Moments (10W)
Ankush Samant May 2014
The useless,
Inconsequential moments,
Are adding grace,
To my life.
8.4k · May 2014
A Thorny Love Affair
Ankush Samant May 2014
Lonely thorns,
Have caressed me,
And pierced me.

With extended arms,
They reached out,
Felt me beneath the skin,
And felt the agony.

Then they bloomed,
Sparkling flowers,
Gifting me,
A bouquet of joy.

Watching me smile,
They rejoiced,
Danced around,
And I danced along.

The million arms,
Dug into me;
And my heart soared,
Reaching out,
Every pore,
Till I was,
A loving being,
And they,
Were the thorny me.
5.1k · Apr 2014
Just Dreaming
Ankush Samant Apr 2014
It's night time and you don't feel like sleeping,
The city lights are fading;
And when you think you will keep walking,
you realize you are just dreaming.....
3.5k · May 2014
Curve (10W)
Ankush Samant May 2014
The curve of her body was a poem in itself!
2.4k · May 2014
Cherished Pain
Ankush Samant May 2014
You hit me,
When I am the most vulnerable!
I cringe.
Yet,
Every time,
I get ready,
To cherish the pain.
2.4k · Apr 2014
Life Is So Simple!
Ankush Samant Apr 2014
A walk down the road,?
Sand in my slippers,?
With broken straps,
?Life just raps!??

Borrow a cycle,?
Ride it fast,
?With punctured tyre,?
Life's a satire!?

?Neighborhood fights,?
Matches every night,?
Scoreline's tight,?
Life is so bright!

??Steal a pen,?
For the next day examination,?
Cheat a bit,?
Life is sometimes ****!??

Curse Mommy's food,?
Don't know what to do,?
Anyways have to eat,?
Life is so sweet!??

Whistling I roam,
?On the ***** roads,?
Drool over the dimple,?
Life is so simple!
2.0k · May 2014
Fantasy (10W)
Ankush Samant May 2014
You
       here
              with
                      me
                           right
                                   now
                                          is
                                             the
                                                  best
                                                         FANTASY!
1.5k · Nov 2014
Whose dream am I dreaming?
Ankush Samant Nov 2014
I was dreaming,
That I was a bird.
I was a bird,
Flying higher and higher.
And I reached so high,
That I couldn't breathe any more.
I tried to turn back,
Back to the ground,
And suddenly the earth's gravity,
Pulled me hard;
I came crashing down!
I closed my eyes with my wings,
And woke up with a jolt,
I had my hands on my eyes,
And I was crying.
I cried so much,
The my tears flooded the room.
I opened the room,
And ran out,
But my tears flooded the whole place;
I started drowning in my own tears,
I could hardly breathe!
I tried hard to swim to the top,
There was no stopping,
The only way was to fly off,
From this flood of tears.
I flapped my hands,
With all my might,
But the tears entered me,
And filled in my lungs.
I woke up with a shock,
Flapping my fins,
As hard as I could.

Alas, I don't know,
Whom am I,
A bird, a man or a fish?
Or is this all a dream?

Whose dream am I dreaming?
http://wheneveridontgetbored.blogspot.in/2014/11/whose-dream-i-am-dreaming.html
1.4k · Apr 2014
7 days on the roof
Ankush Samant Apr 2014
Day 1
Melancholic,
Color blind,
Running through the streets of thoughts,
Oh, what's happening to my mind?!

Day 2
Sullenness,
Black magic,
Falling into my own shadows,
Am I covered by a dark fabric?!

Day 3
Lighthearted,
Full of joy,
But still held back by these strings,
Thinking again, what's the big ploy?!

Day 4
Resignation,
And jubilation,
Delight in the shades of orange and gray,
Is this what people called, the salvation?!

Day 5
Hopeful,
With a new day,
Fluttering my wings for a long flight,
Will I escape this ridiculous play?!

Day 6
Spirited,
Spread of wings,
As I gather all my might,
I think, will I finally break the strings?!

Day 7**
Euphoric,
Boundless delight,
Colors come rushing back to the sky,
Alas, I fly out of the night!
1.1k · May 2014
My Words (10W)
Ankush Samant May 2014
My words,
Sit on the edge of,
Silence and Noise.
Walking by the road....stopping at a tea stall on the roadside...everyone is rushing to some place....I am trying to tell them that it is OK to stop for a while and breathe...
730 · May 2014
Words (10W)
Ankush Samant May 2014
I pour myself in my words,
Leaving behind black stains.
705 · May 2014
Untitled
Ankush Samant May 2014
As I trace your lips,
I find the lifeline of my life...
tracing her lips right now....
666 · Apr 2014
Am I Trapped?
Ankush Samant Apr 2014
Am I trapped,
Or is this just the way to be?
Am I alive,
Or is this just some cosmic energy?
Am I happy,
Or is this lack of agony?
Am I sad,
Or is this how it should be?
Am I floating,
Or the world is flashing past me?
Am I flying,
Or the universe is revolving around me?
Am I thinking,
Or the thoughts are piercing me?
Am I writing,
Or are the words playing hide and seek?
600 · Jun 2014
Out in the Rain
Ankush Samant Jun 2014
Hiding under the colorful umbrellas,
We are all gloomy cindrellas.
Staring at the pools of water,
One splash, and we are ready to slaughter!
***** laces,
Scornful faces,
Such a wonderful rain,
But, we are all dashing for the train.
"What's the matter?
Let's take a stop for some chatter."
"Come on! I don't wanna get late!
You should rush too, my mate!
Look what the rain has done,
Ruined my beautiful jacket, my one and the only one!"
"Ah! Such a delightful weather,
And all you care about is your leather?!
Here take my umbrella,
I want to drench like a mad fellah!"
Then, I let my head out,
Popped out like a new sprout,
Rain sprayed, some sugar and salt,
Rush hour came to a halt.
One tiny drop flowed down my brow,
And heard me take a whispered vow,
"Never will I take another umbrella,
Every time it rains it will be a new novella!!"
One day I went out in the rain and saw an array of brilliantly colored umbrellas. The umbrellas were saving the people from the rain but they were also hiding them from the joy of the rains....I went back home and created this image and poem... http://artbeyondboredom.blogspot.in/2014/01/out-in-rain.html
522 · May 2014
I
Ankush Samant May 2014
I
I swam across oceans,
I crawled across deserts,
I trekked the highest peaks,
I crossed great rivers,
I ran bare on fire,
I walked naked on ice,
I have been a king,
I have been a *******,
I killed many,
I killed myself,
I created my gods,
I wore my religion,
I was a great friend,
I was a bitter enemy,
I lived for ages,
I died million times,
I followed the sun,
I was outrun by the nights,
I stopped....
I let the darkness to prevail....
I thought....
I meditated...
I introspected....
I stopped fighting the lies....
I was in the darkest of the nights...
...
Faint light within, then shone on the mighty me,
I now knew, why stars are not visible in the electrified city,
Truth was again facing me,
But, I fear the cycle to repeat.....
My will power suppresses the fear,
I wipe away my dry tear,
Hope has kept me alive,
So I know, hope will again show me the light....
335 · May 2014
Remains
Ankush Samant May 2014
All that remains are...
Ashes that you blew away.
Promises that you once made.
Memories that you left behind.
And me...
Charred.
Broken.
Drowned.

Like the burnt up candle in a flooded abandoned room....

— The End —