THE INDIAN POETS COLLECTIVE

Mar 2014

Meenu Syriac

Dreamer

Paint the sky red
Won't you stop dreaming?
They've only hurt
Every single one of them.

Right underneath the starry sky
Dreams, untamed, they fly.
Nothing sane they intend,
Burns right through your heart instead

Keeps hope burning bright
At the end of the day
Just a dreamer
Wishing on a star at night

Mar 2014

Kira

Shiva

I am your force,
gentle as a snow flake
I am your passion,
quiet as twilight
I am your love,
free as a singing soul
I am your freedom,
holding you so close

Look no further
I am You,
within and beyond

Drop the reason,
throw away the mask,
let-go the hopping word

I am here
I am your Shiva
Complete.
Like this blue little world

Mar 2014

r

Read to Me Softly

Read to me
while I lie here with eyes closed against the sky.
  Read to me with passion
of the smell of lemon
  and musk wrapped in silk and satin.

  I rest here in your voice and drink
your very words.
  Read to me with lilt of breath.
Breathe me to the brink
  of lasting
as I sink into your sighs.

Read to me gently,
  read softly into the night.

r ~ 27Mar14

Mar 2014

ajit peter

Haircut

Haircut
Strands of hair unruly way
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Scrolling through the models on book
pictures in mind to decide the look
Hair cut an adventure of the day
Through the times in a different way
young ones cry of the barbers scissor
A grim look of teen in the mirror
every hair cut in the heart a terror
Good or bad an haircut is an adventure
pety

thinking of this in a saloon

Mar 2014

ajit peter

The wind rider

Sixteen years gone riding the wheels two .
Ever a pleasure for a rider true
May be influenced by a western or two
Ever a pleasure on a steel horse true

Nor do i ride to race and win
Nor given to speed to raise the adrenaline
Yet miles to pass and wheels to spin
In to tis heart the lone ranger rides in

the engines hum a heart to beat
Highways roads to village street
Rain and sun never to feel
riding to the horizon in the horse of steel

To let go and fly to the sky
Riding the winds till they die
To feel the wind on the face
A passion to set the roads ablaze

Riding the wind all day long
Whistling the tune of favorite song
Every road has a bend right or wrong
the wind rider rides in the hearts for long

A passion for two wheels

Mar 2014

ajit peter

those where the days

Remember the times when you heard a rupee could go far
now it goes as far as the gasoline u fill the car
those were the days when kids thought the stork bought babies home
now they know even test tubes make them come
those were days when love letters were sealed with the kiss
now the phone gets the kiss and the lips miss
those were the days friends had fun and talked sitting on a wall
now all they talk is a short note on a facebook wall
those were the days we wait for a song with a radio
now the ipods shuffle the songs
those were the days we paid for one and watched all the channels
now we pay for that we dont watch and watch the free channel
times change and change those days
yet those were the days

those where the days

Mar 2014

Meenu Syriac

Born to the dark

Beckoning calls
From far away.
Echoing voices
All through the day.
I see myself
So dark and cold.
Wish some light
Could shine through.

Walking in the dark
I was born to the dark.
Feel myself being stabbed
Over and over again.
Those promises people forgot
Leaving me fighting for breath.

Catch me before I fall
My hands reach out.
My muffled screams
Through the vacuum.
Music playing
Dark and eery.
Conflict sounds
Desolation falls, like snow.

Mar 2014

Mahima Gupta

Silver

A kaleidoscope
lying beneath
the silver linings
Of my confessions
And I
Seem to reflect
At all the lies
And truths
Inadvertently
Also, Simultaneously
Destroying the aura of
It's beauty and charm
Unknowingly
Creating a void
Unconsciously letting it out.

Mar 2014

Mahima Gupta

You cannot see.

I cannot see
The bitter truth
Lying beneath the stones I've broken
Carved on those little pieces
Objectifying shattered hopes
Strenuously believe it's going to be alright
And purport to be satiated
I cannot ignore the buzz of the crowd
And let down the expectation
Of people whose brains collapsed
While serving me
I cannot see what lies beneath the oceans
And walk past those innumerable secrets
With my eyes closed
And my ribs holding on to my lungs
And my cigarette stained hands yearning for demise.

Mar 2014

ajit peter

end

Poens to write
doth they lead path right
to bring a smile
A company in lonely mile
write tis in sorrow
for them findeth no tomorrow
life of the pained who doth care
none their sorrows share
Love lost to human need
words it doth feed
who hath tis arm
never cared yet friendship warm
pety

Sorry for typing err dyslexic moments

Mar 2014

amrutha

Nightmare

"Run!" -heavy breathing-
You cannot trust them
Please.. Don't wait for me
Go..
If you have faith in me, don't ever look back.
Promise me.. "
His voice was trembling
I know you want me to come back
Take me into your bleeding arms
How can I forsake you?
If this means my death, so be it
Your beautiful eyes, I need a sight of 'em
.. And so, I did turn around to run into his arms
-silence-
-collapsing onto the ground-
No.. NO!
I was bathing in his sacred blood
Moaning and screaming till it thundered
The silence was deafening
My slaughtered heart stared at the corpse
of the man that I saw God in
My tortured heart stared at the corpse
No..*

Woke up, gasped, started to cry out
You rushed into my room to wash away all my doubt
I wiped my tears and hugged you tight
.. this, yet one more proof of how lucky I am to give and get love
from people
Including you, or without.