tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90817567177805532362024-03-05T19:24:33.551-08:00ExceptionsEnjoy the Exceptions... a poetic way!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-87227972461012735952013-03-11T20:41:00.000-07:002013-03-11T20:41:07.965-07:00Eternal bliss and love that lingers...
Just on the way to somewhere,
Above the world, beyond the skies,
Its been a ride through unknown ties,
Shallow though deep, joys just heaped,
A ride through clouds, smile by my side,
Its all green, through the blues so high...
Cherished, blessed, winking for once,
Soul smiled holding bliss that's us...
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-31440155174547235772012-11-11T22:40:00.001-08:002012-11-11T22:40:29.020-08:00PetiteWishful, delighted and spirited it pumps,
It's my heart that jumps,
Seems forever its been living for all,
At last a moment to reflect at falls,
Petite, I strive to be...
Joyous and sprinting its ought to be,
It remains an exception after all,
That's how it is and it might be for long...
Amit Khanna Ph.D.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-10775281538023834072012-07-10T19:34:00.004-07:002012-07-10T19:35:34.781-07:00It's been a while...
It’s been a while and I miss the frolic,
Heights of sand dunes must have shifted,
Out of breath and smiling, that virtuous mine,
Now an unease is all that dwells the mind,
Really it’s been a while…
Thoughts engaged the heart with a promise...
Of love and vivacious one-self sans a despise,
As warmth lingered in shivers from vexatious ice,
Since I have seen souls ripped for a pious dime,
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-70742964938195720712012-05-05T15:22:00.001-07:002012-05-05T15:22:59.927-07:00Fie...
.....................
A screech, a cry and the scattered shards,
All but a stained view and a lifeless mass,
It had it in it a gory and to talk mumbles for all,
Stunned among ruins he was the only one tall,
It was gibberish soothing and it exploded though itself,
Tall he was but was just a speck on his crumbled pelf,
A tale of love and ginormous nothing but love,
He held on his Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-3772493467917211392012-01-24T14:20:00.001-08:002012-01-24T14:20:09.222-08:00And I live...It rained, it was sane and I sang my songs...It occurred, wasn't obscured, still to me it belongs,It was fun, wasn't funny, instilled some laughs,I revere the love, the muse, the frolic it flaunts,Back in days, nostalgic, I stress...Fingers through my hairs and the careness, I have been blessed and still blissful and it counts,The ravines of Love longing and distance taunts,Steps far Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-77215543284725839242012-01-22T23:20:00.001-08:002012-01-22T23:20:38.964-08:00A misty mystic day!A misty mystic day!!A word, to a dead, to alive to breath in own ways,Mastic mist and a mystic aura, it rained all day,Shrines glittered and shanties melted; an unknown craze...I passed by a puddle; filled but paltered for anyone's sate,No thought stayed for long and mind whistled the haze,I stared at dripping souls of unknown and never dazed... Erosive possessive soul of mine, flinched but Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-87677160744885544742011-10-16T13:14:00.000-07:002011-10-16T13:14:28.886-07:00And the move...
And the move...
A stride, a lunge, a make belief,
Does it end anywhere with a smile strewn?
a wait around the corner and sighs...
divulge the nefarious me... soul shouts!
Its been a time I moved still held back to some tombs,
of regret, passion and pride... namesakes to me...
a spill did happen to let go the might of misery,
smile did appear to please the unknown,
a thank you Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-7434907415059655082010-12-09T15:32:00.000-08:002010-12-09T15:41:27.728-08:00A shadow.....A sway of warmth and a shadow unseen,
Days that went by, famed and jocundly screened,
Shall I emote the gratitude and the smile alike?
Its been ages it feels, blissful and sighing.....
Neither it is a prayer nor my plea,
the generous forgiving and an eternal bliss,
that is how it has been and may it be.....! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-11611899736044652322010-10-24T12:35:00.000-07:002010-12-11T05:40:02.635-08:00Exceptions: My unpublished Poems... as a free e-book!!!
I have tried to put together set of my unpublished poems as e-book and its free.
Some teasers from it....
It is a feeling to live through, possessing eternal bliss… its being like alive, an exception to what intended by the worldly jibes….
"Subtle smiles don’t hurt,
She is one with charms of love,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-54228237957610976282010-09-21T18:22:00.000-07:002010-09-21T18:22:15.884-07:00BabriIt was Sunday and its Friday this time...
I fear the hymns and blubbers alike..
My grandpa sat on his chair that day,
with his eyes not mystic but saddened, it may...
it was a sunny Sunday on a chilly December day...
he looked shattered and shattered all the way,
A thud that day torched hearts and shattered rest,
His secular soul did had days of unrest,
It shamed his threaded holy pious
And Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-69663053902914451202010-07-27T11:59:00.001-07:002010-07-27T11:59:35.892-07:00Her eyes tell the way to live...
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-1361980902885442292010-07-10T11:18:00.000-07:002010-07-11T11:33:13.037-07:00A mystic auraIt is all about the past these caves saw... This poem is about an exception to it's present glory...
A shadow of someone and a mystic aura,
Slaves bled, miseries engraved in a gory era,
The tilted hat and the sweat dripping,
No one there but the ground seeping,
Chill from it has loomed and the scare…
He is faceless, still a gloomy stare,
Feel of seclusion and delusion steers,
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-75474837315250398892010-06-27T05:23:00.000-07:002010-06-30T20:01:13.711-07:00Did I?It is a poem of desire, love and self doubt. It is an exception to the reality....
Filtering rays from the clouds above,
And a warmth for my eyes as pure love,
I hook onto the moment and smile as I say,
A tickle in my heart and the joyous sway……
An evening of solitude and an eternal bliss,
It was a lakeside and the sensuous kiss…
Fingers mingled and were driving the tide,
I knew its heaven and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-39222042211011877492010-06-11T20:13:00.000-07:002010-06-18T03:34:12.804-07:00A heaven!This poem I wrote in 2000. When world was not at peace and the unrest had just begun.
Withered flesh and the gunpowder,
Bowed humanity and pseudo power,
Let those be considered evil,
Who stand with pride that’s uneven…
Few tears be spared with dropped smiles,
For them who got baked and couldn’t cry…
May god bless the wandering souls!
Let those be rested for humanity’s cause,
Many might have Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-44169098896071499282010-06-11T20:07:00.000-07:002010-06-11T20:07:01.078-07:00Dance of deathThere was a massacre in Bihar where caste based feud led to a manslaughter.This poem I wrote in 1999.
When an officer raised his finger,
To index the dead,
When started to count and number,
In thousands were the heads,
Their faces depicted the jadedness,
The horrific death was the last night princess,
Their conditions told the whole story,
How devils look and their wrong deeds,
How humanity canAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-8352987062274935292010-06-11T19:59:00.001-07:002010-06-11T19:59:48.368-07:00My hut!
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Let few memories get buried with me,
Let me get drowned in the love’s sea,
Let this time be foundation of my life’s theme!
Liberty for few to breath secured,
Or dream getting reality chewed,
And just to own a space around,
Self-believing, as for you joy is bound!
A string of heart gets to sing,
Pain of limiting soul aches,
Tears just flow and smile glares,
Many sayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-90365187365552266912010-06-04T08:27:00.001-07:002010-06-06T09:24:42.797-07:00A Rash!
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mso-generic-font-family:Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-55550367443329841782010-05-21T20:37:00.000-07:002010-06-06T09:29:40.757-07:00A day!!!Yet another day breezed through,And the ripple went unheard,In the moments of glory and joy,I had my castles and they succumbed although...On to the mesh the trickled water…Settled and still yet cemented just gazed,Its virtue and importance as nothing,And was never raised… Still poised and posed to hold the mesh,I wonder if it’s a belief or there’s a hush,Or the tangled and twisted metal’s tacit,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-56848834017587037712010-05-13T19:48:00.001-07:002010-06-06T09:32:17.136-07:00I should…..I would sail with breathes if I could…Unstirred unmoved through everything as nothing, if I could,In the days to come and nights to ponder,I will cuddle with my love and that’s I should…..Did I let go the furry and the boil...To live somber as if nothing to toil…To live as if just breathing is what mattersRest all already soiled…Never was my soul so tamed and timid,What’s the fear? what for to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-84501385226135115602010-05-06T12:44:00.001-07:002010-05-06T12:44:24.693-07:00YouLet me hide the scars of past,The scenes of gory not so fast,I think I have lost to the world,Shrewd mean in totality crude,Wet eyes hardly possess any pain,These seems to be passing as from insane,And let the powers of might witness,Let this world crown betrayal as princess,Why they happen to forget the theme?They possess backs and all have seen……..The stabs might be there to hurt,Your words Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-73808094496822071002010-05-04T15:21:00.000-07:002010-05-04T15:21:18.024-07:00HopeA stumble at start and the hope otherwise,
Smiles wetted with tears, rest all fine,
An era went pass with it’s décor,
With smiles not loud but sorrows undeterred,
Orphans cried and childless wailed,
God got worshipped and evils demented,
Heft of sins did spill and justice meted,
Still unaccounted cruelty happened,For few who shared the mean smiles,
Rest of them got bruised traveling miles,
Even Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-81203226140095236722010-05-03T05:10:00.000-07:002010-05-03T05:10:15.044-07:00To ourselves…….Let me live this moment of truce,
I watched whole night to stare the falling dew,
I didn’t see a single gem falling,
But the wet window pane was telling,
I missed to watch the commonest of thing,
And of my wisdom my mouth often sings,
To fool oneself is easiest of all,
But to fool others in itself a tough call,
Still we dare to stare at sun,
And challenge,
”Like moon you will be done”
And neck Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9081756717780553236.post-91394055270446916812010-04-29T11:36:00.000-07:002010-04-29T11:37:50.143-07:00TrustThe souls so close to me,Wishes for them I have,My heart utters on every eve,To wish them a happy life,How it feels so close to them,Lonely, but in their world,Soothing for me, complacent with my role,Their love and trust gives me the power,Their talks put me on the tower,It makes me feel as in heaven I reside,Having no reason to resign,They have bought me for trust,And they can lose me for a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05387182354167006953noreply@blogger.com1