Best Allegorylost Poems
Democracy faces the greatest peril
when corrupt and paranoid politicians
with their delirious speech promisingly
Preaches the false idea of Fraternity
the country is awake
and they sleep with their
narrow nationalistic ideas
Reform is a lost practice
for they are indulged
in series of unlawful acts.
Who said ,' India is a poor country' ?
they have foreign bank accounts
pounds and dollars
all hoarded up here ...
The love for the Motherland
now buried with Gandhi...
he must be weeping
over this poor state of deformity
Wish I could revive those lost glories
where India was a book of beautiful old stories....
Smriti Jha
Escape at hands reach
all by excellence
a place favorable for escape
into revelations of brightness of solar edification
A place near the corner of the rebirth seat
of ornamental art of all times
A place kept in the decorations of tact
there towering above the canopies of liquid time
Nested at the bottom belly of the heavens of the gods
lulled by the clouds of rationale and dogma
beyond the ramparts stand
erected in admirable vestiges of seasons
all flora and ampitheatrical emotions are paraded
in colonies of heroes all unsung
therein lie the yesteryear monuments of promise
all famous for schools of witnesses
before them lies the mother of the illustrious men
astir of purpose and sanguine enterprise
there on the enchanted landscape of magical fauna
seasons awhile, seasons engrossed
a piece of heaven on earth for hereafter
memories long lost now reflected in the mirror
As they reenter the gateway of history
while the captivating vestiges watch
the fallen dynasties rolling in the departed wealth
theatres of charm marvel
under the cloudless sky
below the mountains uphold the magnetic touch
luring the seductive sky above
to build a bridge for exploitation of sunrises
while knocking vestige stones into a noble talk
Virtues like shadowy men walk the mythical way
Leaving behind emblematic constructions for footprints
charged to challenge time and space
on the terraces of time
full of spirit and enthusiasm
a flame with the urge to kill
charged and imbued with impulse of authenticity was
but one with lost anecdotes
Around her sat the legends of the mystique meander
Like spring water gushing out of the ground
tolerance glow proudly like the metal sun of existence
pain is the return to a state of forgotten consciousness
that lost land in the mind that went away
but bubbles up like boiling acid amidst a sea of rusty metal
pain
the gain
of nothingness
only reminders of what was lost
a small child crying for its mother
a friend beyond reach
the window, the birds fly
free
staring out upon a world of small people walking crying, dying, moving
on
all free, except me
in a small box
wanting to be free
wanting to fly, cry, die, move on
the wall cracks open just a little
the door cracks upon a little more
the window swings open with a rush of cool wind
blows the tears the sweat, everything but the pain
as i crawl towards the wind the freedom the mountain on high
i see below me the people like a boy upon the ant hill
i fall, flapping my wings but realizing it just doesn't work that way
down
down
down
down
to nothing
back where i started before
only different this time
my outside a reflection of my inside
painful and beaten to a bloody beginning
You know{Bros. & Sis.} it's one thing to be lost in mind and
sanity. "But to be lost in the Wilderness of life's distance past", to
be lost in the elements of anonimity", there's a strange shadow that
follows-you whenever, wherever there's lust for the unnatural & not
for the natural love of the word that became "LIFE".
The question one shall ask....today? can I find my way out-of this-
wilderness, and if I cann't who could?. By seeking, "The living Water", that
travel within the realm of quinching us from being lost in the Wilderness".
I try my my best, with no success, I decided to remove (I) out of the way.
(Jesus say's) "I'm the light of the world". A guidelight for every man-woman-boy
and girl. The quinciple direction to come in from that lost society of drugs and
whatever(?) is not found from the stupidity of falling into the darkhole of sanity
but is in always believing-God-has-smile-on-me. That smaile is what makes me
past the test when I was lost in the, "Wilderness".