by 100 members For masters of imagery in poetry, for writers who can put their emotions in words with a unique style and a perfect flow. Simply for the best
To sit on the couch And lie on the mud Is the difference That special day Brings closer Each time Presents Flow in And Relationship Will get thinner And I know One day That will tear away And I will be left alone To feel the weeds On my chest And this is What this day Reminds me...........
They do say the world is hanging on the wire like a droplet!
Scheme of things of God Face criticism from those foolish minds Who can't create Even a single particle of dust Or a particular piece of hair Thought they rejoice and pride In their successful science
No water in the blank future. What an amazing irony.
People float on water And it carries them off the shore Houses capsize in the lanes And the elephants keep sleeping
It is superstition
In the park The grass wears a new dress With embroidery of white pearls The sparrows play and hop On the shoulders of young twigs And the lizards slide Down the backs of trees
Each day I watch all these paintings When it is sparkle here And when it is dust
Why are all these happening? Is it too superstition?
Nobody knows When God will stop sending Infants and Joeys Down the earth
At the moment Things are happening In their own way
Say the world Is the biggest Everest Say it is unshakeable Without His behest
The continuum of cries Run through the bruised walls And the fissures Open their jaws wide To gulp them And then spit them out After chewing their skins The windows speak in Bells As the wind high or low Passes by and gets in The roof doesn't cover the head It sieves the thickest sands My granny had hung a lamp In the middle of the door That makes one cower To the porch and then out In the ashes of evening The building balloons to the city And people whisper Sleep, the Dracula is on the move
After years Go back to see it And don't fear Like a mother It will set you thinking You had dropped it minutes back Poem doesn't die Like a leaf, abandoned In the ground Or on concretes And does not have destiny Like that of a crumpled papper In a stinking dustbin Or on heaps of scrapes Each moment It emits aroma And you hug it Throughout your life And feel happier And much blessed