Chagrined
The menagerie of destructions
surrounds me like a barricade
to safeguard my weakening beacons
and I lean upon these beasts
so I can die with a proud fervor
against this vise like grip on my wrists
The degree of revulsion and
the manifold mechanisms of defense
are like vaporous vines crawling
to gather and concoct a virulent fruit -
the magnum of my astray identity
And if you are chagrined of
the bewildering signal fire upon me
and this asinine self-annihilation
cicatrizing my brazen thieveries
how much more flustered can I be?
But to kill, you have to learn to die
and all these yeilding dessication inside
exacerbates my ruminations
and enrapts all my tired pursuits;
I shall die building this dungeon
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Revulsion
Revulsion -
That is what I feel for you
The look of you,
The sight of you,
The thought of you
Injects in me –
Absolute Revulsion.
It is a feeling so Deep
I cannot puke it out
Even if I wish to…
So I keep taking it in
Nausea-ridden
All over my body,
Mind and heart…
That wretched feeling of
Absolute Revulsion.
It seeps in me
Soaks me in
Like blood-stained clothes
On a wounded body
And I lie there
Writhing in pain
Bleeding in agony
Almost anaemic…
With that sordid feeling of
Absolute Revulsion.
Living it everyday
Is like re-living death
In a lifeless body
Yet when death pities me
And comes to relieve me
Snuffing out the life
With its stroke of eternity
That day I die,
My dejected soul
Would bid you adieu,
With that lifetime feeling of
Absolute Revulsion.
Yes – that very Revulsion
Which eats into me
Like gnawing termites
With every memory of you
I have within me
It reminds me of my
Haunting past…
And I feel empty and hollow
Like rotting wood
And the stench of it
Makes me feel all the more
Sick and tired with
Absolute Revulsion –
For you, and you and only you.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Identity Of I
Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown
Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try
Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify
poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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Resentment seems to have been given us by nature for a defense, and for a defense only! It is the safeguard of justice and the security of innocence.
quote by Adam Smith
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To His Defense
To his defense, I understand the problem that is at hand.
To his defense, I understand the turmoil behind all of this.
To his defense, you'll never live the life he has endured.
To his defense, judge, I object to the inaccuracies you are spewing forth.
Be prepared to kill two birds with one stone.
Anxiety rises about the room.
As the swine feeds on frozen hearts.
A sign of treason ascends in my thoughts.
My conscience was right, the traitor exposed.
To his defense, there must be a reason for all the things he has done.
To his defense, it could easily be a coincidence.
To his defense, look at him now.
He's happier than I'll ever become.
To his defense, theres no defense.
No toleration for betrayal.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Prisoner
Everyone, everyone of us
is a prisoner of knowledge
We are confined in the first floor
of a building
the walls of which are made of our knowledge
The walls are as impregnable
as those of a dungeon
We take the dungeon as an ideal place
We move about here as if we are free animals
But those who look upon us
are struck with awe
They wonder how the invisible jailor
has kept these animals
The animals never feel that they are confined
Rather they are proud of their confinement
They claim that it were they who made the dungeon
through hard work ploughing
literature science and philosophy
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Senseless Prison
It is senseless prison in the night,
Optional and asinine collection of oneself.
Once mindless manacles, the same trap for me.
I find the irrational act an act of hypocrisy,
Fettered like me in the same way, in the same trap.
The soothsayers bring change I think,
They want to know and never impede,
The diviner shall concoct the remedy for this accusation.
My shackles are asinine, assorted thoughts throughout,
Why do the augurs of the city not specialise in me
And my thoughts, the sombre action of civilised nature?
This is a dark cage, one of the hated, drab prisons
I see dolefully and mean to extinguish from my heart.
The dreary heart, the heart that is confident
Shall be rescued, if my manacles are stolen from me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Are you heard?
God forbids men to kill men.
God permits men to kill beasts.
Men are saved and not the beasts.
Don’t they pray to God, as do men?
Hasn’t God listened to them?
Aren’t they as much to Him?
Neither you nor the beasts are heard
It is your misplaced inference
26.10.2002 Trichur
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Waiting On The Wheat Harvest
as you sow brothers sisters so you wheat harvest reap
as a grain of wheat dies germinates bears fruit to heap
Jesus will completely clean up threshing floor gather his wheat
chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire hell suffering heat
an enemy came in over sowed weeds in among seed wheat
reapers harvest collect weeds burn them saving only wheat
Satan demands sifts men as wheat to blow away in sifting wind
Son of man will send angels to gather chosen ones from ill wind
a grain of wheat falls into the ground dies then bears fruit new life
so hate soul temptation in this world safeguard soul for eternal life
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Gilded Smiles
There is a gilt
in your eternal smile
reeling manifold secrets
that the hummingbird whispers
to the wind unbeknowst
Do you know the enthralls of
the gold's luster? It has a spell
like a saturnalia of sirens,
it feigns an inebriating sheen,
it invites to an escalation
and the vertiginous apex
is a deluging funnel
Gold, as ancient as the legends
and monoliths, defies the law
of erosion and change,
its gilded light contending
against evanescence and
ephemeral sequences are blinded
The migrating menagerie
passes by, but your golden smile
would never lie to me,
its promises, exhumed bones
and whets constitutions
Even if the signal fire ignites upon us
the sedating gilt of your smile
will assuage my skepticism,
as long as you can bend it,
to me, for me, I will submit.
poem by Norman Santos
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Strange Fire
I come to you with strange fire
I make an offering of love
The incense of my soul is burned
By the fire in my blood
I come with a softer answer
To the questions that lie in your path
I want to harbor you from the anger
Find a refuge from the wrath
This is a message
A message of love
Love that moves from the inside out
Love that never grows tired
I come to you with strange fire
Fire
Mercenaries of the shrine
Now who are you to speak for god
With haughty eyes and lying tongues
And hands that shed innocent blood
Now who delivered you the power
To interpret calvary
You gamble away our freedom
To gain your own authority
Find another state of mind
You know its time we all learned
To grab hold
Strange fire burns
With the motion of love
Fire
Fire
When you learn to love yourself
You will dissolve all the stones that are cast
Now you will learn to burn the icing sky
To melt the waxen mask
I said to have the gift of true release
This is a peace that will take you higher
Oh I come to you with my offering
I bring you strange fire
This is a message
A message of love
Love that moves from the inside out
Love that never grows tired
I come to you with strange fire
Fire
Fire
I come to you with strange fire
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A Poem Called She
She dreams
Her ruminations
Unclothed
Offering her nakedness
To you to write on
Born of fire
She dances
The inimitable
Fire-dance
From fire
Into fire
Vying with the flames
She consumes
The fire itself!
Fire draped in fire!
21 Jul 2011
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Identity
Identity
Is the crisis
Can't you see
Identity identity
When you look in the mirror
Do you see yourself
Do you see yourself
On the t.v. screen
Do you see yourself
In the magazine
When you see yourself
Does it make you scream
When you look in the mirror
Do you smash it quick
Do you take the glass
And slash your wrists
Did you do it for fame
Did you do it in a fit
Did you do it before
You read about it
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Identity
Identity
Is the crisis
Can't you see
Identity identity
When you look in the mirror
Do you see yourself
Do you see yourself
On the t.v. screen
Do you see yourself
In the magazine
When you see yourself
Does it make you scream
When you look in the mirror
Do you smash it quick
Do you take the glass
And slash your wrists
Did you do it for fame
Did you do it in a fit
Did you do it before
You read about it
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Barriers and barricades!
Is it possible?
We all have forgotten our all identity,
The only identity stands is the human,
There is no land, no border,
No religious distance, no races,
What if we all were only man?
Is it possible?
We need no passport or visa,
We are traveling all around the world,
No immigration, no customs,
No cultural variation or discrimination,
What if we all were only man?
May be one day it will,
We would be able to stand as one,
We would dissolves all barriers,
But the barricades in the walk of life,
That create complexities among us,
How can we cross that barricade?
How can we change these hearts,
Those have known the variations,
Have been self centered inside us,
How can we overcome these barricades?
What if we all were only man?
poem by Kafil Uddin Raihan.
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The Jepoardy
My stride was taciturn
like the voice supressed
behind these clenched teeth
until I found your monument
gazing like an astute gargoyle
on a ponderous musing;
I washed my face with shame
and utter a cacophony
You stole my subterfuges
like how the night pilfers
the seething of my eenui;
I surrender everything
upon your austere relvance
most grandiloquently painted
on these perpetual gray mornings
But the road took slurs
and like a stammering promise
it was opressed by veracity;
the nefarious truth bludgeons us
to the end of our tethers
with its vise like vigor and filth
Now I wallow in this quagmire
trying to hide away from you,
trying to run away from me,
but I always trample to find you -
hands in akimbo, eyes down casted
upon my groveling pride and
my embarassed defenses
The taste of your soul is a poison -
a dungeon I carry amongst
the tangled convictions inside
this wearing skin and bones -
a babel of virulent destruction
that keeps me breathing and alive
in this sublime jeopardy
poem by Norman Santos
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I Salute You Zaingair
Proud be you
You Zaingair
of thy unique name
of thy unique identity
Proud be you
You Zaingair
of thy waters
Sweet thy waters seem
but poisonous they are
Proud be you
you Zaingair
Of thy sheep
innocent they seem
but cunning they are
Proud be you
You Zaingair
Of thy variety of serpents
Meek they seem
But venomous they are
Proud be you
You Zaingair
Of thy singing birds
Depth in their songs seem
But shallow they are
Proud be you
You Zaingair
Of thy huge mountains
Consistent they seem
But vacillating they are
Proud be you
You Zaingair
Of thy monkeys
Social they seems
but aliens they are
I salute you
You Zaingair, i salute you
for the variety of beasts
You have begotten
And you do nurture
poem by Showkat Ahmad Bhat
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Penalty Clause.
The quality of mercy is unknown.
To terrorists who maim and kill
and claim they're doing Allah's will.
They have agendas of their own.
Young men who have been led astray.
By evil men who pose as priests.
So many in the world today
Who have less conscience than brute beasts.
Though Allah is all merciful.
There are some sins he won't forgive.
Though corrupt priests grow powerful.
Through plots and plans which they contrive.
The burning lakes of fire await
For those who lead young men astray.
They thoroughly deserve their fate.
There has to be a reckoning day.
It was their choice to disobey.
The message that the prophet brought.
As sure as night must follow day.
They will be punished as they ought.
The quality of mercy is unknown
To terrorist who maim and kill.
They are defying Allah's will.
The blame is theirs and theirs alone.
Wednesday,07 March 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Zing
emptiness building inside of me
dark clouds gather over my head
rejected woes infectin my bleedin heart
fade away my pain leaving remains of sorrow
twisted fate, phases of loneliness
crawling inside my mind
lust to love, love to lust
disparate reasons come together
raindrops from heaven, an orange glow
On bed of nails, i lay
while i lay u on bed of roses
with you forever making you smile.
poem by Anoop Lokkur
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5 Little Cherubs in a Sideshow Menagerie
Five little Cherubs in a sideshow menagerie
All prime in Gingham dresses with pock dots in colored blouses
Fetching public reminiscences with fondness in their cages
Don't they look quaint locked in frowns to passing strangers?
Five little cherubs in a sideshow Menagerie
Boxed up in a manor cordoned off with one way mirrors
So when they play each day their taught to see outsiders
As collecting acts of tribute for spectator pedophiles
Five little cherubs in a sideshow Menagerie
You can purchase happiness worth a $1.25
A quarter in each Matryoshka without a slice of humble pie
Softly bleed the little roses with their patent leather smiles
Five little cherubs in a Sideshow Menagerie
Coming from North Bay in the house of cards off black Tuesday
They were prized butterflies and neonatal marked commodities
They never had parents but they had industrialist doctors
Five Little Cherubs in a Sideshow menagerie
Bigger than Niagara and the might of a thousand islands
Meeting Clark Gable and young Elizabeth from old England
So why are they sad when their exploited by millions?
Sweet darling lambs
Merchandised for our eyes
To exhibit our joys
In holocaust values
Put Annette in green
and Emilie for pink
Color code for reference
From the pamphlets at the booth
Don't you think they look cute?
These little girls inside the zoo
But I think Marie is tired
Because she's forgotten in her room
Scared that is always blue
Five little cherubs in a sideshows menagerie
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Building My Body
I'm building my body
I'm happy when I'm building my body
I'm tired of fighting, let's make friends
I'm tired of burning both ends
That's why I'm building my body
It hurts me but I'm building my body
And I know what the pain is worth
I know I feel the pain of birth
I'm pushin' up
And gettin' down with my body
There's no-one else around with my body
One look says I'm a stone disgrace
Don't kick no sand in my face
Because I'm building my body strong
I'm watching what I eat
And I'm sorting out right from wrong
Hey, not a lot of meat
And I know that it won't be long
Before I gotta quit smoking
Because I'm building my body
I'm peaceful when I'm building my body
I'm sweating out mistakes I've made
I'm getting back the dues I've paid
I'm doing more
And getting sore with my body
But I'm gaining a rapport with my body
And this seems like the perfect time
They say I'm in my prime
That's why I'm building my body strong
I'm thinking at the table
And I'm sorting out right from wrong
I'm reading every label
And I know that it won't be long
Before I gotta quit smoking
'Cause I'm building my body
There's someone else inside of my body
He's waiting to be born again
song performed by by Don McLean
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