• The Poetry of Jeet Thayil

    August 24, 2016
    experience, life, poetry

    This morning I was browsing some websites to read some good articles, I chanced upon this one. The article introduced me to one amazing English poet from India, Jeet Thayil and many others. His poetry is the truth as plain it can be..

     

    this is the link to the article:

     

    http://www.caravanmagazine.in/reviews-essays/if-there-is-such-a-thing-as-happiness

    I am posting one of his poems here for a quick peek.:

     

     

    In ‘Pushkin Knew Heaven (A Place Where Nothing Happens),’ dawn brings a lightness of being and a feeling approximating contentment. Happiness is when nothing happens.

    There’s beauty in stillness:
    The first hint of first light
    brings me instantly awake.
    You stir gently in your sleep,
    dig yourself deeper into bed,
    my pillow over your head.
    The newspaper at the door is cold
    from its journey across the city. I
    make coffee, as I do each morning,
    scan the headlines, sip from the cup,
    look out at the quiet street.
    There it is, all of it, and it’s nothing
    short of a miracle.
    If there is such a thing as happiness,
    it is this.

    – Jeet Thayil

     

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  • The Truth About Popularity. 

    August 11, 2016
    experience, life, poems, Truth
    The Truth About Popularity. 

    “The truth about popularity!

    Is it in the falling flashbulbs ?

    In the softness and the ambient praises,

    In hush-hush, hum-drum, in the rumours. 

    Walking amongst a pack of hungry hyenas,

    Ssh…ssh… They hear it all. 

    Hopeless vanity for lookalikes,

    Breaking snap the mirrors. 

    They sucked on my energy,

    those sharp silhouettes in my rear view. 

    Controversial clips of the news,

    Surreal tapes and sensual nightmares. 

    Sudden explosions disturb my gravity,

    Hell, I know the truth about popularity.”
          – Mayank ‘Sahar’ Mishra 

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  • Dancing with promise

    August 11, 2016
    poetry

    Lovely poem.

    sirensong1208's avatarSiren Whispers

    FullSizeRenderDancing with promise

    shimmering moments occur

    in dizzying succession

    Like the tide rushing in

    sun sparkling atop the waves

     A sea of diamonds

    amid white tipped surf

    They make me catch my breath

    for their beauty

    takes me unawares

    each time

    and sweeps me away

    :

    ©SirenSong1208

    Artwork by Steve Hanks

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  • The unloved heart.

    August 11, 2016
    poetry

    It’s a beautiful world out there, but these words are the most beautiful expression of love I have across so far.

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  • She Found Me

    August 11, 2016
    experience, life, music, nature, poetry
    She Found Me

    She lifted the veil of her eyelashes to reveal the two most beautiful pearls in the world. Her hair looked like exquisite velvet laid out neatly. Her lips, like the petals of the most tender rose. Her voice like the whispering of breeze. Her mood like the evening melting into the night. When she spoke you often forgot to hear the words. The only thing to be done was to wait till the sweet voice filled your ears with comfort. When she laughed you could hear that it was real laughter and that her happiness spread around her. Indeed she is a flower whose fragrance precedes her arrival. It was only about her. There was nothing in me to be exalted upon except that I was lost and somehow she found me. 

       The relationship between two human beings is extremely complicated. If you found the person who can simplify that relation, you are lucky. There are no tags here, we all work on our instincts. When you hit it, you will know. It will change you. You might learn to decipher the meaning of it all a little bit if you are true to yourself. That is where true love lies, all else is harmones.

    She was perfect for me.  
     – sahar. 
    Featured artwork is contributed by Prabal Pandey.  

    ©PrabalPandey

       

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  • I love you all. 

    August 4, 2016
    poetry

    Hey guys this is me the hand behind the pen, so I want to take a short break to say thank you to all those who follow my work or read or just maybe pass by my poems. My heartiest thanks goes out to all of you for showing me so much love. I will do all I can in return. 

    Poetry forever. 

    Something to chew upon while later:

    “Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.” – Da Vinci.  

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  • If I was a Stray Dog

    June 9, 2016
    poetry

    If I was a stray dog, I would stray. Without destination, at strange places I would stay. For long durations And short intervals. Travel as far as, my all fours would take me. Wag my tail at everyt…

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  • If I was a Stray Dog

    June 6, 2016
    Animals, life, nature, poems, poetry, Uncategorized, writing

    If I was a stray dog,
    I would stray.
    Without destination,
    at strange places I would stay.
    For long durations
    And short intervals.
    Travel as far as,
    my all fours would take me.
    Wag my tail at everything
    that made me happy.
    In a tourist’s picture
    unknowingly I will smile snappy.
    I would bark and bite
    And run and hide.
    Play and fight.
    Be wild and cry
    When in pain
    I would seek
    A human companion.
    I would make friends,
    lead the pack and follow,
    Sometimes blindly and
    in the lurking darkness
    get chased by a bulldog.
    I would lick and occasionally
    Get kicked out from places
    Where I am unwanted
    Where people have still
    Not discovered love or
    The faith to live in a world.
    Where you can sense
    That animals too are alive.

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  • 3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 3

    June 5, 2016
    poetry

    I have been nominated by Rupanjal Patowary’s blog for the 3 Day Quote Challenge. I am so overwhelmed by the nomination. It means a lot to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

    TODAY IS THE DAY 3.

    The rules to be followed are:

    • Thank the person who nominated you.
    • Post a quote for 3 consecutive days.
    • Nominate 3 new bloggers everyday.

    The quote for today: DAY 3

    “UNIVERSE IS VIBRATIONAL.“ –  This quote is not mine but was told to me by Vibhu Pandey

    The next three bloggers that i nominate are:

    1. https://peacecup.net/
    2. Natalie
    3. https://lemanshots.wordpress.com/

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  • 3 Day Quote Challenge – Day 2

    June 4, 2016
    poetry

    I have been nominated by Rupanjal Patowary’s blog for the 3 Day Quote Challenge. I am so overwhelmed by the nomination. It means a lot to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

     

    TODAY IS THE DAY 2

    The rules to be followed are:

    • Thank the person who nominated you.
    • Post a quote for 3 consecutive days.
    • Nominate 3 new bloggers everyday.

    The quote for today: DAY 2

    “Don’t forget to live while you are dying.” –  Mayank “Sahar” Mishra

    The next three bloggers that i nominate are:

    1. a very good friend of mine, Mr. Subrat Mohanty
    2. https://anthonymize.net/
    3. John Coyote

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