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Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

Thorgils MacNadua

Time wasters
Talk circles around my rolling eyes,
Nothing escapes them
But the point
Which is now ground duller than their wit.
Once proud pinnacles of though
Cannot be distinguished from
Littered words crusading for air.
Sunken cities subsist on stale ideas
And move feebly into tomorrow
As they shake the claws of yesterday
Only to suffer today.

But new ideas breathe resurrection
As chaos polishes the rusted ring
And births a dancing star.

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

A winter poem for my lost love

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

K Balachandran

A winter poem for my lost love

Winter nights are the cruelest,
sound of incessantly falling ice,
disturbs.It accumulates,
on the foliages above,
slide,
       and fall
             on the earth
                           with a
                                      thud.
   I am sweating tears,
my heart bleeds; a pain-
I can't share with anyone,
as you aren't near.
*My heart develops a hole,
                        I peer inside,
and see you
               sit there perplexed!

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

In Love with Life, filled with a divine sadness.

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

K Balachandran

In Love with Life, filled with a divine sadness.

My sadness is divine, has no personal reason,
pain and pleasure are momentary, like human life;
in depth, each experience makes one sublime,
*life is a dance, with death as an invisible companion.

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

artists talking like lawyers

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

bobby burns

artists talking like lawyers

people don't like truth,
or beauty, or breath;
they like depth
and context,
or rather the
comfortable despair
in lieu of a lack thereof.

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

2 AM

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

Mike Taylor

2 AM

It's 2 AM, yet I am awake
body dormant, but brain running wild
What I think of now won't matter tomorrow
a jumbled mess of insanity compiled

My mind keeps running, faster, faster
I can't even follow my own train of thought
Every second is like a new chapter
A new one begins as the last is forgot

Deeper thoughts are protruding surface
Predators of the night, they refuse to be silenced
Regrets and hardships thrown into a furnace
Crafting a weapon, a mind of defiance

I finally believe I may drift off to sleep
Yet floodgates have broken, a wave of mistakes
I let out a sigh, a breath of defeat
It's 2 AM, yet I am awake

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

MY ANGEL..

Nov 2012 Ashmita Agrahari

Akarshi Mehrotra

MY ANGEL..

All that I am or hope to be I owe to my ANGEL mother…
Born as a child in this world..
But brought up by a divine fairy as if in paradise..
I’LL REMEMBER..

Greeted, loved, blessed, praised n cherished all in one sway..
The blessful hands on my forehead..
I’LL REMEMBER..

Scoffed, scolded, sometimes thrashed but then instantly forgiven..
That love..
I’LL REMEMBER..

The moderating essence of love and care..
Fulfilling all our yearns n neglecting her’s but still always a pretty smile..
I’LL REMEMBER..

Beginning with alphabets, stories, proses and now counseling afflictions of life..
All that persuades..
I’LL REMEMBER..

Your sacrifices, your devotion, your calmness, your essence..
Your love..
I’LL REMEMBER..

I wish every mother was like mines..
So my luck..
I’LL REMEMBER..

In this world everyone can betray but mother being the only exception..
I’LL REMEMBER..

Your divine countenance, your peerless smile, your adoring eyes..
Lovely u..
I’LL REMEMBER..

Love u mumma..
Thanks for giving life to me first and then becoming MINES…