THE INDIAN POETS COLLECTIVE

May 2014

K Balachandran

Her cunning eyes
he spied, slyly write
the usual evaluation note
any guy is familiar:
"His eyes are right there
where the difference lies
grazing my curves
as if it is all his;
on the edge he is, I am sure
his eyes are heavily laden
with lust".His eyes,
are they any less?
"She has decided
in an instance to extract
a big price, need to conceal well
emotions like an unfinished sculpture,
till the exact time to unveil"
he gets his report, immediately acts,
her face falls with a thud.

#lovers #games #evaluation

May 2014

K Balachandran

when last seen

she was correcting
one
     by
         one
all the mistakes of her past,
with an eraser and a pencil
in a bleak room painted clinical white.

#lost #past #disoriented

May 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Ghost Story

The thing I hate most
is when I have to switch off the light
paving way for ghosts
to rule my night!

When moonbeam peeped through window
night revealed her in the most beauteous glory
I would not fall asleep in that half-lit glow
till ma told me the eeriest ghost story!

She would tell me about imps and ghouls
the ones that roam to find if a child is sleepless
of spirits no more bound by earthly rules
moving in the hollows in faceless face!

There were ghosts good and crooks
souls that died in unfulfilled lust
their shadows crept in the dark nooks
their sighs echoed with the wind's gust!

I could feel their breath catch their whiff
the lurking bones lying for me in wait
that would not spare me even in my sleep
till they turned me their netherworld's mate!

To this day I feel a deadly gloom
pause before I put out the light
what if finding me alone in a room
visit me the fears of the night!

May 2014

amrutha

That Beautiful Midnight

Sing to me the song of my winter dreams
Gently run your fingers through my hair
Hold me when I tremble out of fear
You are my world, right now and here.
Come to me the closest you can
Until your hypnotizing scent lingers upon me
Until all I can think about is your divinity
Until the sound of your heart beats with mine.
Dive into the nothingness of my deep black eyes
Let your beautiful smile rid me of my deepest fears
Stun me into the crazy palace of my dreams
A kiss on my forehead as I smile in my sleep.
The sky is starry and delightfully moonlit
Even in my dreams, you are a magical sight
Treasure me in your arms like you mean it,
And whisper to me the softest good night.

May 2014

K Balachandran

Our love was still a green leaf when...

a green leaf in the swirl,
as the maelstrom ***** in
stands tail up in anguish, for a moment
then goes without a trace

#love #loss #separation #sudden #anguish

May 2014

Meenu Syriac

Something called Love

You stand there,
Under the Moonlight,
Watching the Stars
Fade out and die.
Your Eyes cry
Silent tears.
And each drop,
Screams out with Pain .

You put your hand in the Fire
While you watch yourself die
Inside, out.
You ride into the Darkness
Not knowing what it holds.
Does this pain keep you alive?

I can't stand here
Watch you disappear
Into the Night.
Watch you fade away
Slowly, like the stars
You so admire.

Why do you want to revel
In this kind of a trepidation?
Not everyone's got somebody
At least you've got Me.

Come back,
You dont have to hide.
At least,
There's something
Called
Tomorrow.
At least,
There's something
Called
**Love.

#love #depression #pain #longing #sanity

May 2014

Meenu Syriac

Starry-eyed, Chocolate brown

Shallow breathing,
Words unending.
Trying to see the world,
But you're all I see.
Eyes, wide with wonder,
Catching dreams, without surrender.
Miles to go, we've only begun,
Two hearts beating wild, to one song.

Moonlight dancing
And pecks on the cheek.
Your name on my heart,
Your hand in mine,
We'll walk this world, you and I.
Fight the odds, chase our dreams.
Starry-eyed, chocolate brown
Looking out at the rising sun.

May 2014

Meenu Syriac

Hear them cry

I could fall to the ground and forget that it hurts
When I see them smile, I know the pain that is supressed.
Drowning beneath a shadow of endless regrets,
What they are, where they come from, a nation begets.

Hiding behind a veil of corruption,
Unknowingly had them intercede.
Rising smoke, from a burning soul,
Hear their cries, they hide, yet plead.

How can you pass them, not notice their tears and agony?
Is your life that beautiful, you can't stop and extend a hand?
Building cities, empires, and fools, you complain!
Why, the minute you let your feet touch the ground,
You'll see what the world looks like,
Behind that mask of glittering facade.

As a medical student, studying in a rural place, I see them everyday.. Its so heartbreaking to know there are people lying in filth and have no roof above their heads. Of course, by my writing it down, no help will find their way.. But if by reading this, people take it as a cue to act, then I know there is a difference, that can be made.

#poverty #corruption

May 2014

amrutha

Animal

Her thoughts, far beyond age
Her soul knows no time
A crazy mind, a beautiful mess
Always living on cloud nine.
Deaf to insults,
blinded by beauty
Thick skinned,
Numb to duty.
Living like there is nothing left to lose
Losing all she had so effortlessly,
Loving like there's nothing much to choose
She is the wild animal the human was,
centuries back into history.

May 2014

K Balachandran

Entombing a character of illogical complexity

She is a character perfect
for my work of science fiction,
chosen after much research
on unreliability of reality
as one knows does exist,
it's even more true of her.
In a hurry I concluded,
"What a  luck, I chose to write her
as the character of possibility!
                              then, how quickly
                              the class I expected of her
                              went totally to seed.
                              are we opposites?
Or, is this reality not shared by both of us?
what can one say about a situation when,
my own creation fights against my writ,
No, I am not in the same league as Luigi Pirandello
this is the result when commonsense is delineated
by a hallucinating mind, caught in love net.Zilch.

Luigi Pirandello--author of absurdist metatheatrical play 'Six characters in search of an author"(Italian)

#love #illogical #disillusionment #disconnect #braking

May 2014

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Metamorphosis

When you first met her
seemed she was for you made
your wait was now over
time had come to go ahead!

Most beautiful girl was she
for holding hand and walk
she was heavenly
was yours by good luck!

How those times flew
with her on windy sail
before you knew her well
she had grown too stale!

She wasn't all that nice
you didn't understand
what made you pay the price
to love her ask her hand!

It started with a tiff
then frequent quarrel
soon you reached the cliff
time with her was hell!

From her you grew aloof
she wasn't for you made
being under the same roof
burned fire in your head!

Soon you parted way
for you had strayed far
rued that ******* day
when you fell in love with her!

Can you tell me why
love dies we part our way
once more we don't try
to love her like first day!

May 2014

K Balachandran

Tear drops shed underwater are never seen

Sliminess of the mermaid, makes me come alive, strange?
don't blame me for this, that you would think an aberration,
I've long forgotten the human logic, from the moment I realized,
fate has joined me with her, the mermaid, a  longing unfulfilled for long,

This sensual yearning sans prospect of consummation, baffles others
but not me, life has many dark alleyways that go nowhere.
Aren't we illusions ourselves?  Viewing sun's intense ways and moon's
hesitant tranquilizing gaze, through water's blue buffer is narcotic.
From under water only a  cool simmer , different experiences,
fish fin caresses, guilty pleasures of carousals with masked shark beauties,
underwater world has no pains, ever heard about
stilling pain by swimming long distant nights?
*Or is it because, I don't see my own teardrops shed underwater?

May 2014

amrutha

You are ecstasy

You are a baby's first cry,
You are love to the ones who need
You are life when it's time to die
You are a farmer's first seed.
You are passion as high as the sky
You set the innocent free
You are all magical wonders in one
You are ecstasy.