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A Poem by Thara D'Souza The lost love Love a feeling left behind hesitant to fill void pushed days in lonely pace abandoned joy and laughter adorn recluse days withered away aimlessly people said i am lost shut away my feelings for ever love made me strong too (More Poems by Thara D'Souza ) A poem by June Nandy I should've said. @ Mom & Pa I wanted to rest my fears. In lieu of a warm chest-- pair of ancient hands rummaged through me, whilst you were busy fighting. @ Teacher Tar skin, nude beyond the garb of maya, garland of skulls around her neck, chopped arms of devil-her skirt; kali: was not a goddess. The primal woman truth gained into me when you punished me, for saying so. @ Lama The crowd bowed down to the tiny tonsured head donning a monk's robe; while the teensy weensy buddha wanted to blow the temple horn like Mc- Pherson's saxophone. @ Terrorist Your fingers hurried to press the remote, to rid the foolish live bomb; while he raced with the moving car, to reach the tiffin box... left behind by an uncle. @ my Master I did not forget the grocer, people- who hold our roof, our flesh in the lower case. I built a bridge bringing the grass to my work; dragging the chair to the dreams. But you took flight to the mountain tops. @ my Child You bring the day to me; ask for a piece of my bed; you make me- tropical rainforest, LP records. I didn't miss the fear in your eyes, when I said...we'll buy roller skates for you. I almost robbed your birds as the ceiling came down to eavesdrop; I never would grow a bonsai tree. @ Me I always flowed out like a currency... my entire length of river have dried up, sands clog my cove. The sea, an aqua platina: alloyed, by under-currents, spilled oil...stands agitated, perhaps waiting for a delta, to take in the tides. The mass of sea makes me an alchemist. I add chapters to my book; I flow in now. ( More poem by June Nandy) A Poem by Balachandran V Blue Moon Blue Moon! How would thee be? Blue, like the skies over the mountains Or the sea a hundred fathoms deep? Would thee be a lavender blue Or a fragrance from Satchmo's jazz? Nights – I do not remember days anymore – Nights – Rattle of toddy cats on the roof Rustle of the mango tree in the breeze The howl of my dogs Pining for love. Through the window A moon, waxing and waning Clouded out. She said she would glance at my words Once in a blue moon. I seek thee, Blue Moon! How would thee come? On the fourteenth night Thy anklets tittering, Lifting thy veil And - Looking at me with love? (More poems by Balachandran V ) A Poem by Rahul V Kumar The Scent of this Spring I would choke you with verses, Revelations, those legerdemains In a stream of desire, Thirsty till spring.... I would cleave to your heels, Through tottering steps, Endorsed by a mad man, His heart and his desperation; Spare for me those numb disgraces, And I would shed two drops of tears, One from each eye, to celebrate with spite, Through the scent of this spring..... Haunted by illuminations, I am compelled to stoop, My sinking heart, it weighs heavier, I get closer to trepidations, Where I haul grief, and cry, In fearful tones and nameless sounds; Humble as ever, a stranger in your life.... ( More poems by Rahul V Kumar ) A Poem by Sunil Prakash Narayan Raksha The curious man sees someone in the woods humming to himself Trees surrounding his naked body Without a care for the world, he laughs His life is no one's concern but his own Picking the grass off the ground he's suddenly pulled from the waist Further into the forest, no one can hear him cry out Eyes become sewn shut with black cotton thread Lips burned for a few minutes with a steel rod That small chin clasped between ash-covered fingers He moans and writhers uncontrollably Knives thrust into those legs in succession One after the other, it feels like being thrown against the rocks Daddy, where are you? I need you! The dark man doesn't speak but stares at something thin and smooth yet untouched The captive's body is tightly clasped by his thighs Tightens as if the water is being sucked out Small breaths then hours of screaming after the hair is ripped out all at once The bad man doesn't say a word He puts a woman's on his new wife One pink with white frilly edges but caked with mud on the back Little bit of rose perfume dabbed on his neck and cheeks He smells like the well-groomed ladies coming out of church on Sunday morning He winces and resists, but the soul hides somewhere where only god can hear him Drinking whiskey then spitting it into the fire, the angry man cannot stand something that's born so pure A bottle of gin is forced down the weak man's throat He coughs up blood and swallows knowing his body cannot contain dignity anymore (More Poems by Sunil Prakash Narayan) A Poem by Dee Sunshine Black Night/ Pink Gin I have lost these bones/ scattered them in mad patterns like a lunatic shaman/ out of his mind on iboga, trying to pull polar-opposite hemispheres together again. Saturated in darkness/ I follow the trail as it decays to half-life/ I'm half-dead anyway, grinding my teeth, listening out for the ghost voice, calling out to the mother moon. Mother, mother, the napalm is burning my skin, burning up within this dead head/ I’m praying to the angels, to take me to their feather-strewn, unmade beds. I dream in echoes/ treading water in a quagmire of forgetting/ the mist in wispy strips, weaving a cloud-shroud round my skull/ I trip through dark tunnels. Mother is in the garden, yanking up weeds/ pissed on pink gin, screaming sour expletives at the saviour son/ she stares, dead-eyed at a dead world... ...and she tells him, it's his fault that she is dead inside/ she points with her dead finger/ stares at him, accuses him, condemns him with her dead dead eyes. (More poems by Dee Sunshine) A Poem by Amit Shankar Saha A Bust Called Tagore Fathoms are measures too small To measure the distance of your glance That fathoms beyond boundaries, Which perpetually advance. Further it advances but still Falls short of the farthest sight As falls short the sound of thunder Following the lightning's light. And the glance came from those two eyes Of a black stone bust called Tagore. Oh! What had then those mortal eyes, Immortalized in stone, seen more? He saw - it sees. With creases on The forehead, he thought and it thinks. And with this huge weight of thought Into archaeological depth it sinks. But till it sinks like a relic It'll stare at us and grow its beard, Thicker and thicker, as if like Wool on lambs every strand is reared. And we will stare back unaware Of that mystical growth in stone, For all in our life's little span Such things to our eyes are unknown. ( More poems by Amit Shankar Saha ) A Poem by Debjani Bose Emptiness The moment within the silence Stood still, As a million years passed by We grew up and set sail For the distant seas. Passing through the Many straits of our lives We paused at ports To brag about our adventures. We were miniscule beings Under the vastness Of a starlit sky. Yet, the very beat of our hearts Gave meaning to this vastness. For it would be nothing But an emptiness without us. (one more poem by Debjani Bose) A Poem by Shyam Babu The Beauty! I have seen the beauty Walking with softness Calm and serene on the road, With smiling face. 1 Cute and so sweet But sarcasting sometimes Crude and repulsive Never doing favour for ‘Others'.2 Why you have become so fragile? In the instant of time so mesmerizing And lots of troubles carry inside Continue till the breathe. 3 Have you ever noticed? The tattered clothes of the tiny Child on the road, asking for life Labour so much but food so less.4 How many times you have saved the life? How much spare time for illness? Ever did you lessen the sorrow? Form the eyes of the man.5 But you are perhaps! Detached from the all Integrating Nature To her rudimentary favour.6 O Beauty! Thy life is fresh as river Shining as star in day and night Everyone senses within forever Felt and thought alright.7 Secretly you hide the fragrance in flower Melody in sound and sensation in creature Sweeter and sweeter oozing nectar Birds and bees getting together.8 Lowly- lowly you rolling together In lonely land and forlorn corridor Silently you come like untouched feather! Slowly and slowly flying with odour.9 Do you follow child in hand? Raising your eyes to have its sight That comes scarcely for man Gusting a flock day and night.10 (a More poem by Shyam Babu) A Poem by Nithya Murali SOLITUDE I walk, Walk with the breeze, With the rustling of the leaves, With the whistling of the pines, And the silence of my footsteps! I am alone, I am but a shadow, Cast upon the canvas of life, With a paint of a faint color! Reflections of existence, Ruins of the past, Uncertainties of the future, But only with the deep reassurance of the present! I walk alone, No footsteps follow, No footsteps to follow, But only a shadow cast upon this life! ( More poems by Nithya Murali ) A poem by Navita Sitting By Sitting by the pathless path Pines showered A mynah sings You are. (More poems by Navita) A poem by Stephen Jarrell Williams PATHWAYS Are you just my fantasy Keeping me Steady in the near insanity? Are you touchable Only in my thoughts? Will I hear you When you tell me The truth? I'm already turning For the shade beneath the trees, Where I will rest In a place for two. (More poems by Stephen Jarrell Williams)