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Krishna Mehra Aug 2018
the brisk breeze
the sun's warmth
the elegance of vines
the beauty of flowers
the abyss of the oceans
the summits of the highest peaks
Can't we enjoy this ?
He firmly asked .
His mother replied
You can ,
as nature never discriminates.
Mom, then why do humans
She said, because
"We are born into this community ".
Krishna Mehra Jul 2018
Who are you
to tell me
to wear a Salwar kameez or a turtle neck
Who are you
to say that my body lacks flesh
Who are you
to make my body a symbol of *** appeal
Wait!!
you are no one
But someone who
Doesn't embrace one's body
Because
For me
My body is not a piece of meat
My body is not up for a bid
Moreover
You are no one
To tell me
To veil my ***** with blotter
And my hips with a rucksack
You better
Keep your ravenous eyes away
That try to strip me with its gaze
But say whatever you want to say
Because now i don't bother about your ******* comments anyway.
Body shaming
Krishna Mehra Jul 2018
We the conundrum
With mask of nonchalance
Shrouded in obscurity.
We humans are merely the puppets in the hands of destiny. We always try to hide our emotions and try to befool others.
Not even this by wearing mask of nonchalance we hide our pain and due to this we ourselves are becoming a mystery which is difficult to decipher.
I request my readers to let your emotions flow and become fables instead of a mystery .. Now this is my attempt for #haiku poem as demanded by my #readers.
Krishna Mehra Jul 2018
Flourishing fierce flames
With trails of smoke beget a phoenix
And end life on a pyre
We burn in inferno of desire
Rising from the ashes buried
A tanka poem written on fire with scheme 5-7-5
Fire is one of those five resources that make us.  It gives birth and ends life but still we humans keep on burning in the fire of desires and then try to rise after becoming the prey of this furious fire. .
Krishna Mehra Jul 2018
When light was treading the horizons of darkness
When leaves were rustling in zephyr
When butterflies were fluttering across the wilderness
When foamy flakes were shimmering like eyes of a heifer

I saw her; a noble matron
Enjoying the alluring aroma of rose
Her eyes were glistening like a naked natron
Sitting like my mother; in a statuesque pose

She gently drew me closer
And served my past as ambrosia
And told me to drink the elixir of present for future
Then like my mother, she gave me a bunch of gloriosa

As she started climbing the stairs to Shangri-La
My dream ended as I tossed and turned under the sheet of chinchilla.
Was she my mother?
I tried writing a sonnet.  The rhyne scheme is abab cdcd efef gg
Krishna Mehra Jul 2018
Our
lips
clasped
with
a
******
kiss
7 word poetry
Krishna Mehra Jul 2018
I am the sumptuous stella
And you are the lavish moon
Shining in the ashen azure empyrean
With each other.
Holding each other's breaths
Feeling each other's sighs.
Love
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