• Charles Bukowski

    November 24, 2016
    experience, life, Long poem, love, nature, poems

    I am glad I met him, as one poet who meets another.

    For The Foxes

    don’t feel sorry for me.
    I am a competent,
    satisfied human being.
    be sorry for the others
    who
    fidget
    complain
    who
    constantly
    rearrange their
    lives
    like
    furniture.
    juggling mates
    and
    attitudes
    their
    confusion is
    constant
    and it will
    touch
    whoever they
    deal with.
    beware of them:

    one of their
    key words is
    “love.”
    and beware those who
    only take
    instructions from their
    God

    for they have
    failed completely to live their own
    lives.
    don’t feel sorry for me
    because I am alone
    for even
    at the most terrible
    moments
    humor
    is my
    companion.

    I am a dog walking
    backwards

    I am a broken
    banjo

    I am a telephone wire
    strung up in
    Toledo, Ohio

    I am a man
    eating a meal
    this night
    in the month of
    September.

    put your sympathy
    aside.

    they say
    water held up
    Christ:
    to come
    through
    you better be
    nearly as
    lucky.

    • Charles Bukowski

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  • Finish It.

    November 24, 2016
    experience, friendship, life, love, poetry
    Finish It.

    You left me too explicit in love
    Vulnerable to all its stormy nights
    Stuck in a dream, shipwrecked.
    But you too are implicit and will be
    Wrought beneath my words
    Like crushed fragrance of a flower
    I will paint you in my poems
    And skip the dream for real
    Making you the meaning
    My words would have died
    Leaving behind
    An unfinished poem…
    ….

    Leaving behind 

    All those stories we made together

    All those thoughts shared

    I was left with 

    An unconditional love and lots of memories.

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  • Why We Do The Things We Do ?

    November 16, 2016
    poetry

    I still love her the way I always did
    Things don’t end in a Single moment.
    My words pleased and hurt her.
    Words can be dangerous things.
    We should always weigh our words.
    She taught me many things
    The lesson to manner myself
    To be gentle like my poetry.
    Neither I understood her words
    Nor did she read beneath mine.
    I had a lot of complaints.
    But the storm will eventually subside.
    When there is nothing left of you in me
    There will still be something left
    My face which was reflected in your eyes
    The lucid realisation of our hidden parts
    Revealed in one master stroke.
    No, there is more darkness hidden
    But neither I or you can take it.
    Because we twisted each other’s arms
    At the first sight of it and hid
    Deep Inside our egoistic sheets
    Of beautiful cruelty and vain perfection
    But even when one day she sits alone
    She remembers me by my goodness
    And doesn’t hate me where I faltered.
    For we are humans and imperfect
    And we always wonder in loneliness
    Why we did the things we did ?

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  • Some Lines 

    November 15, 2016
    poetry


    From the book “The Story of Philosophy” by Will Durant. 

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  • In My Soul.

    November 15, 2016
    poetry

    The material body is destructible
    It will pass into the void soon
    The ashes will remain behind.
    Our dust will rise to the moon.
    Our hearts and minds are small
    But our souls are large enough
    To speak directly to other souls
    And then know silently that
    Love never departs, it just evolves
    From pleasure to pain and then
    It slowly moves to define yourself
    And it gives peace to know in my soul
    That she loves me more than I can know.

       - sahar
    

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  • A Flock Of Emotions.

    November 15, 2016
    experience, friendship, life, love, music, nature, pen, poems, poetry
    A Flock Of Emotions.

    It’s just a start, things will drag on to far fetched destination..

    we will walk on and cross realms beyond imagination…

    Everyday asking the universe for a new relation..

    we will walk long roads trotting in hesitation..

    balking on banks on the road to perdition..

    Till the road diverges again, breaking the tradition..

    No blind beliefs, no sheep walk and no representation.

    Burying past and luck, walk with me and defy predestination…

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  • One Night Stand With Cocaine 

    November 14, 2016
    experience, life, music, poems, poetry
    One Night Stand With Cocaine 

    As the car sped on the highway.
    My thoughts
    Sitting on the back seat.
    I was new,
    reflected in the asphalt.
    Blinking lights, dancing shadows.
    My body, Feeble with fatigue
    Twirling between,
    My fingers, laying on my palm
    The tiny packet
    Like a ball of snow.
    I was cold, the wind
    Blew on my face, everything.
    Giving me signs.
    The packet kept twirling
    The white powder
    Wrapped in black tape
    A one night stand,
    With cocaine.

    • Author Unknown

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  • A Poem About Two Lovers

    November 4, 2016
    experience, life, love, poems, poetry, writing
    A Poem About Two Lovers

    She loved a shadow,
    a shade, a dark fighter in a glade
    All out of focus and fade.
    He was a mirage lurking to vanish
    A dream unsynced out of a wish
    He was too willing to surrender
    A laughter too old to remember
    So far out beneath the thunder
    He meditates silently

    She loved a perception
    A procedural deception
    A situation came after
    When he took no laughter
    In his words or deeds
    And he never cared about tomorrow
    And always spoke of sorrow.
    Of joys there was no need
    To several pretends he rarely paid heed

    She loved unreal things
    She made it possible, her offerings.
    She chose him and he, her
    That imagination came first
    And everything else after.
    He played little roles
    Worked towards little goals.
    Getting closer every day
    Being gentle every way.

    However the darkness shall hold on
    Even when she and him are gone
    Long after, the same story shall be retold.
    The legends die after they become old.
    He saved her from the darkness
    By bearing it all inside
    Just seek and hide
    He looked in her eyes
    She looked beneath the lies

    He was the end of fear and anger
    She was the beginning of something beautiful
    He was the end of desires and stranger
    She was the very definition of being dutiful.

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  • Ride A Storm 

    November 1, 2016
    experience, life, poems
    Ride A Storm 

    Hit a stone wall
    Break a solid rock
    Drink the entire ocean
    Capture countless stars
    Breathe in the space
    Exhale out galaxies
    Hunt your wilderness
    Climb your eagerness
    Fight your weakness
    Express your meekness
    Will on to your dreams
    Swim in the icy streams
    Die for your lover and
    When in pain, don’t scream
    Walk, move and run faster
    Avert a natural disaster
    Go around the world
    Give meaning to your word
    Give someone a hope
    Climb a hill without rope
    Sometimes learn to say ‘nope’
    Eat the fruit of the sun
    Shoot love from a gun
    Prey with the cheetah
    Walk like a King
    Jump in to the ring
    Burn fire and wet water
    Be magic like Harry Potter
    Look up away from the screen
    See the places you haven’t seen
    Be something which you haven’t been
    Read between the lines
    And understand what they mean
    Discover the fire within
    Receive love in giving
    Make a paradise on Earth
    Let your ideas take birth
    Embrace life, kiss death
    Leave your legend after
    Nothing of you is left.

     Mayank "Sahar" Mishra 
    

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  • Can You Keep Up..?

    October 26, 2016
    friendship, life, music, poetry
    “life has shown me 
    perspectives and motions
    made me hear, feel and see..
    thoughts and notions..
    ate many a poisonous weeds
    juices and potions
    learnt many a lesson of
    regret and caution
    it is all round and round
    everything in motion..”

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