A Poem
by Bengt Berg - Swedish Poet
Untitled
Let us go outside then, out into the world
that fabulous creation of earth and wind
waiting like a loaf of newly baked bread
I head outside and meet all these people who keep
the community running and the grass green,
out into the fresh air that gives us
dreams and scars
Translated by Lars Nordstrom
(More Poems by
Bengt Berg)
A Poem by
Anviksha
( years old )
caterpillar,spots
fluttering,flying,soaring
life begins by being little
nectar
House
small,shelter
comforting,shielding,dreaming
a building life depends on
peace
Newspaper
paper,printer
printing,telling,sharing
the paper that has warning,happiness,and news
newspaper
Mother
lovable,friend
hugging,listing,sharing
person who understands everything
God
notebook
thoughts,spiral
writing,sharing,living
a book you can share feelings with
lock
refrigerator
shelf,keeper
cooling, freezing, helping
cold as Antarctica
helper
father
helper,leader
sacrificing,laughing,hugging
a person leads right
guider
(More poem by Anviksha)
A Poem by SAKSHI CHANANA
TEARS....
Tears welled inside...
For the selfishness that is in me...
My happiness, my sorrows, my needs, my desires...
Brutally stifling the feelings of the ones
Who have smothered theirs ...for me?
I realise....
I have yet to be-come to the space
Called self-less-ness....
Tears on the brink of eyelashes....
For the sheer enormity of self-interest.
Tears of gratitude...
For that something in me....
Which has brought me to this awareness...?
Which has again made me human...?
For the God in me.
(More
Poems by SAKSHI CHANANA)
A Poem by
GARGI SAHA
Wings
I have dark, forked wings
Wings of desires-
That takes me towards fire.
Burn them off in fallacy.
I have wings.
Wings of passion-
They are of no benefit
Lead to destruction.
I have egoist wings
Wings of anger
That devastates all animate objects.
Its intensity is like that of an erupting red lava.
I have wings
Wings of desires
Those which seem multicolored, precious
At face value, in reality its despicable.
I wish these wings of mine
Are all destroyed together.
Which won't fly anywhere ever
But rest in solemnity and serene prayer.
(More poems by
GARGI SAHA)
A
Poem by
Deepa Kylasam lyer
SPEED POST
The queue wound like a lazy serpent,
Refusing to move an inch forward,
Just like my life.
The impatient clicks of tongues
Of the compartments behind.
Threatened the train of people
To move up quickly.
We had all come to deliver
Our halfhearted congratulations
And indifferent condolences
via speed post
We sent big packets
With puny gifts.
Speed post was the cost of lime.
I was standing loftily to send
Important letters to important people
In some big offices
In big cities.
The slow moving fragile man
in front of me
Wrapped in a forlorn dhoti
And the compelling pulls of his worries
Hesitated and gave a wrinkled envelope
That stank with the sweat of his palms.
The address slightly blurred
written in a school-girl hand-writing
An application for the entrance examination
To some medical school.
The a pathetic official weighed
The dream oft he riri and said
Four hundred
The man opened his wallet
And felt the two hundred rupee notes
And slowly withdrew his daughter's application,
Her dreams and his face from the world
And quickly disappeared.
We all stank
Of body odour
And of bloody indifference.
(More
Poems by
Deepa Kylasam lyer)
A Poem by
Rujuta Deshmukh,
She and Rain
I remember
When the black clouds were
Canopying over the sky
Lakshmi was coming out of
Her small thatched hut.
Inhaling the wet soil aroma,
Collecting the drops in her palm
And scattering the water
Again in the air.
She used to go on
The top of the mountain
Holding the strings of rain.
And running downwards
With rolling water of rain.
Laying in overflowing
Brown stream,
Rain was moving from her
Head to forehead
Forehead to lips...
She was seeping rain.
She and Rain.
Her green field
Flowing river along it,
All were singing with
Her rain song.
While wiping the rolling
Rain from her face
She was seeing through
The window of her finger
The long going way
And her dreams were
Budding inside her heart.
But today rain ruined.
Green field, river, stream
Immerse into it.
Rain is python today.
Resting homes in my arms
He swallowed.
And torn away my green attire.
Getting dark...
My warm touch made
Lakshmi cry.
She huddles under my green torn.
We are crying.
Our sigh fills the Universe
Which will soon buried
Under dark.
Note:-
Mother earth is crying. Despite her great services to mankind;
human greed put her in danger. Mother Earth finds great
similarity between herself and Lakshmi-a common name for girl in
India also this is the name of (goddesses of prosperity), but
ironically she is vulnerable to the sufferings due to her
secondary position in the society. There is peace and happiness
when women are treated equally. But in the absence of equality
there is much disturbance in family as well as in the society.
Rain represents greed of men for power. In this poem mother
earth tells us the danger of the greed of men for wealth and
also the danger of superior feelings of men, in men and women
relationship. If the attitude of equality is developed in
relationship women will be respected and finally our earth too
will be respected and saved. This poem is written in three
tenses, i.e. past, present and future, which also represents
mother earth and women suffering all the time.
Data shows that women with no education and less education could
not manifest their potentiality and contribute to the
sustainable development of the nation. Her life gets waste
within the walls of her home.
(more Poems by
Rujuta Deshmukh)
A poem by
Feline
A. Soriano
Arid Dissipation
Rain of jazz
relocates variants of tonal experimentation. Broken by
woken voices, rhythm aerial
eyes visualize truncated clarity
chaotic nuance repetition's zero. Condition
disposes hearers and hereditary predilection
-decipherable shadow-whole window observed by predicated
wholeness of
morning's visible celebration.
Of light, then
alteration of angles' reinterpretation; value
recalls space momentum's
vocalized
indifference
representing logic's bridge of tonal
expedition, too of
song
of hands whitened
river
proclamation
remaining sufficient, haloed,
hanging
amid
night and crossing aquatic colors
meshing motion and
sedentary circles of
weeping's vigorous
analytical reflections.
( More poem by
Felino A. Soriano
)
A Poem by Gerry Murphy
Visitation
after Apoionius Rhodius
It was during that sea-grey hour
when darkness seems ready to yield the horizon
to the push of impending day.
We reached the deserted island of Thynias
and clambered down exhausted
onto the welcoming shore,
our hearts at last beginning to lighten.
As if on cue, Apollo, on his way
from Lycia to the slumbering haunts
of those innumerable Hyperboreans,
appeared over our heads.
In his left hand the silver bow,
on his shoulder the full quiver of arrows,
his golden hair framing
his immortal face.
Those of us who saw him
felt a sudden, uncontrollable dismay
and burst into tears.
The whole island trembled
beneath our feet as he passed
and the sea swelled
and crashed onto the beach.
None of us dared to look at him directly:
we stood stock-still, heads bowed,
until he vanished into the brightening distance.
( More
poems by Gerry Murphy )
