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 Sep 2014
Babu kandula
After life
When
Soul
Segregates
From body
But
What happens
After that
Many are curious
Even me myself
Some say
Rebirth
Reincarnation
Or some say
Soul waits for
Fulfillments of
Desires
Soul cannot be destroyed
It will be transferred from
One body to another body
But is it real
Many questions
There are things
Even science have no answers
Mysteries
That are not solved
Yet....
 Sep 2014
Urmila
A grain of sand,
Once part of a desert dune,
Taken away by a windstorm,
Parted too soon

Regal was the life,
In the dune where I was born,
Unearthed now,
From my existence torn

A wandering gypsy,
I'm one with the wind,
From all my attachments,
Unhinged, unhinged
The subject, "A Grain of Sand", inspired by Joe Cole's challenge this week.
Thank you, Mr. Cole. Enjoyed writing with such a subject in mind.
 Sep 2014
Babu kandula
Your problems are not
Yours
They are mine(God)
Just trust me
Believe me
Have faith in me
Do your work
I will be guiding you
Lines that inspires me
When I am in distress
I will read them
Hope this will give
Strength to everyone
Want to share with you
All
 Sep 2014
Mohd Arshad
The kid wrote
a for apple
b for boy

his classmate
thought different
and wrote
a for anger
b for blame

let me tell them
apple is a fruit
and boy likes it

anger is poison
and blame may be on you
and nobody dreams for them.
Notes (optional)
i cant name that pain
when i see a human foraging food
beneath a large hoarding of a restaurant

i cant express that feeling of helplessness
when i see a human feasting on leftovers
thrown by a mouth too full to gorge more

i cant put in words that paralytic numbness
when i see a human and an animal together
pouring on the roadside bin for something

i cant give all these pains a name

or tell you about them in a rhymed poem.
The earth’s resource is there
For each among us to equally share
But that can’t happen
So long the greed of gain
Keeps man insane.
 Aug 2014
Pritika
A new introspection incited within this body of mine,
When he left early that one morning;
As I lay naked in the bed,
Wrapped within the white sheets
A gut-wrenching feeling irritated me.
Whenever I saw the bed sheet so tightly enveloping the bed,
It seemed as if the bed and the sheet were soul mates,
For they never separated from each other
This perennial intimacy was something I couldn't get,
Because what I did,
And what time made me do,
Was sit in the lap of a stranger every night,
And show him fallacious pleasure.
Every day, new people, new demands and new currencies
But that one morning was different,
As I got out of the bed,
I looked at the mirror,
The reflection of my **** body fascinated me,
Unlike most days, when I used to callously judge my body,
For the natural flaws that hid my smooth pale white skin,
That morning was different.
I kept staring my body for hours and hours,
It made me daydreamy,
It made me feel as if contentment finally knocked my doors,
I felt beautiful,
I felt strong,
And, and I felt perfect.
That one day,
I could see Aphrodite smiling,
Pandora breathing,
And Athena pondering,
It was my body
A harlot’s body,
There was no regret,
Just delight. Just delight.
 Aug 2014
AmberLynne
My sweetest dreams
are created from
the remnants of your kisses
lingering on my lips
as I slip into
the land of slumber.

                        I catch wisps of them
                        in the exquisiteness
                        of your eyes
                        upon my waking
                        when you press your lips
                        to mine once again.
 Aug 2014
Miss Kiss My Bliss
I miss you more than words
But not because I lack expression of my affection
my gratitude and love for you
I miss you more than words because words are but lies
from the lips I held dear
The lips that kissed me and told me they loved me
Had only lies in all other words spoken
So my faith that I was loved for real was broken
I do not know if you loved me...and even if you told me so
I would not believe the words..you if you held me just so..
I'd know..
Please know I miss you more than words
Under misted august sky
where the fishnet boats dot the Matla River
I stand drunken on the wild mangrove.

This abandoned out of world noon
when the river breeze whispers
you are deathless
my blood paints in my eyes her face.

Only the estuarine heron
wings smelling of sun and fish
is my timeless witness!
Matla - the estuarine river in the mangroves of Sunderbans.
 Aug 2014
Àŧùl
Just go to...
http://www.amazon.in/gp/product/B00MYY0DMA
This is a dream-come-partially-true.
 Aug 2014
Hilda
at our old retreat
tall glasses of sweet iced tea
air of moss perfume
prayer and books and quietude
amongst gently soughing pines

**~Hilda~
Dedicated to my dear husband Timothy
© Hilda August 22, 2014
 Aug 2014
Kataleya
The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
Dedicated to all women out there with an amazing mind and a beautiful soul. We are the gift of nature, soft enough to touch the core of others and strong enough to protect that and those important to us. I love you all. Believe in yourself and the world will believe in your power.

I'm honored to have it as the daily poem.
 Aug 2014
Missy Beminio
i want your garden
sprout from the earth
breathe you in
consume all of you

i want to feel
green in my feet
in between my toes
it can't be beat

the sweetest smell
it's like the fuel
i know it all
a little too well

the warm embrace
what is this place?
it seems you've left
without a trace

who are you now
you've left me again
i feel the fear inside
purer than the water
that brought us here
it's beginning to get to me
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