Best Dint Poems
Had it been my expectations or was
it betrayal.
The insights withdraw insanity
climbing up with prayers
In real time when I was never real,
In hopeless nights when I was never
hopeless....
All of a sudden had the world
changed or had my devotion
The birds dint stop chirping,n sky
expanding, n I was still in motion
Motion never ceases but getting
ceased is not motion
With words that I play getting more
trapped in emotion
through the frame less windows
when they pry
Getting self sustained........they cry
YOU, ME AND CRAZY WORLD
When I can carry both of us,is when I can touch success,
I have been thinking of how, to make you scream not just a wow,
Its not all about the night, happiest time is just before sunlight,
My hopes sometime still missing like am on the wrong side of green,
I cant bear the space beared by my place until I see my door.
Hey you..i say when I try not to forget, but always worthied,
I don’t care what they say, the Kodak moments still on my face?
the world will always be like that, don’t mind what karma is,
Best is to put it to past brushing the shoulder play the 8 mile.
That’s how will put it up three fingers up more often than one.
Its frightenning leaving all to fate,I dint want it if it wasn’t for God .
They only see the power in prayer, and seem not to start with respect .
Decision is not always from Knowledge but sin is fully known.
I like to call your name because its all a mystery you don’t leave me.
Life will eternally be there just make sure you learn and not run thru.
Can we get much higher from the fire,wake up and we start the page,
Breath the fresh air up here, like happiness by William with a sheriff hat,
Still Pushing it to the limit, I believe on the long wait in this tunnel.
The light is not even the end so dive in and continue riding on.
For Free is forgiviness: let it go just remember what you and me believe.
When they leave,don’t complain
Let them go without constrain
Be thankful for they dint leave a sprain
For like herpes they will always be back with a strain
Yes forever like herpes they will strain to pain
An innocent girl with a ton heavy Saree
was wedding’s most looked up Naree
she had, or was on make up it was difficult to identify
ceremonies lined up; she gave her best try
good for nothing ladies gave arrangement a curse
groom's dad was quiet; mother busy filling purse
saali's tantrum made jija feel shy
mama and chacha were already so high
ladies’ delight at the function of mehandi
dadi and bua enjoyed pedicure for free
bride was busy since last afternoon
a lottery, a jackpot for the nearby saloon
she couldn’t speak coz of layers of make up
dada was busy in his own world of gup shup
kids were enjoying the bumpy mickey game
aunties were talking and believe me it was lame!
everyone's eyes were glued to the clock
food area got opened; crowd ran like a flock
guests dint knew the groom or the bride
they come-eat-go, maintaining their 'pride'
joota churai collects handsome money for saalis
poor tambu waala was bombarded with gaalis
till the time of feras everyone is asleep
then starts vidaii - 'a dream session to weep'
at last comes, the family session of tear shedding
these tadkas and masalas cook a perfect Indian wedding!
O~n occasion, the mind accretes to, "the hurt," when facing
V~icissitudes; blinded by, "the better nature," causing to
E~fface the focus from the Architect while simultaneously
R~aising questions why. Impatience encourages the
C~ollaboration of misery to consult with those of the same mind.
O~nly then to find temporary pleasure due to humanly clocks power.
M~entally drained by dint of attacks upon attacks; seemingly to be
I~nsufferable and impregnable. Though the Architect,
N~ever vanishes and will never vanish from the scene. So,
G~ive and release all apprehension with entire trust.
S~torms will arise from daybreak to nightfall. It must be remembered the
A~rchitect of whom in total control oversees misery so
N~ever question the authority. Become courageous and
D~etermined that, "This Too Shall Pass." Be conscious of
S~trength, wisdom and knowledge evolving afterwards.
T~oday, focus on the size of the Architect and Not
O~n what the mind can't do. Always
R~emain prayerful and faith filled.
M~ust never ignore the Architect of whom created life's puzzle
S~hifting all elements of sand in place from day to day.
(To those who will receive)
Architect-God
Vicissitudes- Ups and Downs
Insufferable-Unbearable
Impregnable-Unconquerable
Dint-Force
Efface-Wipe Away
Pace, INK-U-SCRIPT
Contest Title: Build Your Own Sand
9/16/2013
It is up to us
If blissful beams will brew from the
Bloom of our bounteous bond
It is up to us
If moving melodies will mount from this duet
In a magnificent mode made up by the Master
It is up to us
If this handsome halves will hatch and harp
A harmony no haunting heinous one can hack
It is up to us
To nourish it with noble nosh and nectar
And nurture it in nice notions and nature
It is up to us
To deck it in devout drapes and dye in dazzling decors
With no dint of debauched debris
It is up to us
To deliver this destiny to divine dominance
Or divide in the devil’s divorce and discord
I heard it so many times,
“Books are man’s best friends,”
Not just that I wrote an essay of 300 words in my secondary school,
Yes I read it in the book, ‘How to write impressive and ideal essays?’
Honestly speaking, it was out of no choice,
As the other topics were difficult to attempt.
I grew up thinking, “Reading would never be my cup of tea,”
And it held true for many years to be.
I would see people around, glued to books and deriving pleasure,
Also it was my father’s favourite activity in times of leisure.
During college I had the company of passionate readers,
In their discussion on books I was just a listener.
They often would talk about new and fascinating book they had come across.
But somehow didn’t much bother and I dint assume it be a great loss.
Deep in my heart I had planted a seed,
One day even I should develop a habit to read.
I have to admit I had even put, ‘Reading’ as my hobby in my C.V,
For it is considered to be an imposing quality.
I joined a school as a teacher,
I had to read stories to children,
I considered it to be a part of my job though found them somewhat interesting,
Still didn’t take it very seriously and found it to be alarming,
Until I got married and when my husband was not there,
I had lots of time to spare,
I don’t how and why I picked up a book,
It made me smile and I was happy for the decision I took.
I learnt innumerable things from the books I read,
‘Hats off’ to all those writers my heart said.
Then I realize that in books’ company one never feels lonely,
I am convinced for it’s the best hobby undoubtedly.
Finally it has happened to me and I am glad,
I owe it to my school and students I have had.
Today was independence day in our country,
I dint know the exact date, I just woke up on it in the news,
Don’t call me unpatriotic, because of that.
I went to the shop, got a share of my breakfast,
I noted, the prices had doubled,
I looked at the shopkeeper, I wondered if he knew.
I dint plan for that, now I was left with one way fare,
I walked to work, during the independence day,
Somewhere celebrations were being put in place.
In the independence day, I saw a notice in my mail,
Taxes and levies had gone up, it was circulated last week,
May be it was something to celebrate about, building the government.
How did it go? I don’t know!
Any difference from yesterday? May be none, may be worse,
For the first time, I had to think of it.
I went home at dusk, my wife asked if I knew,
“She so patriotic!” I wondered,
I sighed, and said I knew, just a lie she dint know.
I dint see any difference, just slaves inherited,
But to a worse master,
Don’t call me unpatriotic for that, it’s just how I see it.
I went to sleep, just like yesterday,
I saw it in the news, colorful celebrations,
Who knows what it cost, may be a hungry soul in the North.
I checked my site, and all other sites,
Cheers all over, with many “I love my country” texts,
I wondered whether it was for that or for independence?
Dint of darkness running in my blood
A Love less marriage in the pool of mud
Heathen Heart and a crying soul
Filthy promising -lies untold
Blinded by your Vampire Love
Is it something that I deserve ?
I ran for your Love and you for my money !
This hum drum game is no longer funny !
Let me depart from your ludicrous life
Stop calling me your miserable WIFE .
A lot of poets in this forum can relate themselves with this
miserable condition .
Tucked away and never been seen for half a decade and more, a box that brings to the fore memories galore.
Been six years you passed away, since then I haven't been able to find in anyone a real friend.
Everything that reminded me of you I pushed inside a box, mad at you for leaving me behind to grieve your death.
Recollection of the blissful moments of our friendship made me miserable, how I wish I had a forewarning of your betrayal.
The tear-soaked pillows and my stifled whimpers have wiped away any bitterness there was, all that remains now is pain and an inexplicable emptiness.
With shaky fingers I open the cardboard box, peering at me from within is a red little teddy, on it's bib the image of a fox. One of the gifts you gave me each year on my birthday, I sit here clutching this small tiny thing amazed at how without so much as a word from you how six long years have gone away.
Rummaging through several Archies cards and a booklet of quotes on friendship my gaze lingers a little longer on the lines highlighted by you. I never really bothered to read them then but today my eyes glisten while I do.
At the bottom is a stack of letters you wrote to me while you were ill, the rosiness of my romantic world had made me so impatient I had not read them full.
Your passing away shook me up and on my soul left a big dint, but now when I read between the lines I realize you had given me a hint.
Maybe it was me , who in my love for you refused to believe that even angels die in order to find their peace!
With the romantic period over, a girl sits squatted on the floor with her agonies, in front of her lies open a box full of memories!
Chistu uaglione 'nquiet che guard luntano e aspett...
sta c'ercan chella femmena sincera che tut
e pene fa frni: quanno a speranza nun s' trova;
bella uagliona, a chi staje asptann chesta sera?
T' poss fa' cumpagnia e ferma' a paura toia?
L'ammore amaro nun divent maje doce,
cchiu' zucchero s' mett, cchiu nun ha sapore!
L'ammore amaro nun divent maje doce...
quanno tut a tristezza rimane dint o' core!
Chistu uaglione 'nquiet aspet a nott pe' vede a luna,
e cammin pe cheste strade silenziose senz a paura;
chistu bel uaglione chiagne comme e sciur ro' mattin...
cercame, t' aspett cantand e suonand o' mandolin!
L'ammore amaro nun divent maje doce,
chello che voglio e' scennere da chesta croce
e cumincia' a vivr cu tant sole e ammore;
si staje vicin, famme s'nti sta' bella voce!
Translation:
This restless young man looks afar and waits;
what he wishes for is a sincere woman
who can take his misery away and ease all pain
when hope is not found on dark, silent roads;
beautiful girl, who are you waiting for tonight?
Could I keep you company to end your fright?
Bitter love can never turn sweet,
the more sugar you pour in your cup,
the more it loses its wonderful taste;
bitter love can never turn sweet...
when all bitterness shows up
and makes sweetness leave in haste!
This handsome guy waits for darkness and walking
on dark and silent streets, he seeks the dawn...
to cry like flowers towards bright morning;
sweetheart, I'll wait and sing and play the mandolin!
Bitter love can never turn sweet,
my wish is to stop this hopelessness
and start living with a lot of sun
and love whenever life lets me down!
Bitter love can never turn sweet...
all I like to hear is your voice of tenderness!
Written on 4/5/017
Drip like drip
Like dripping wet weather.
Drip by drip
By dint of dripping wet wearied cheeks.
Drip from drip
Away from my tears welled up dripping wet eyes.
Drip like a drip.
Like a rain droplets
Dropdown my fury.
Dropdown my worry.
Dropdown my envy.
Dropdown my enmity.
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Oh today seems to be such a bore
Nothing to complete, no chore
I wish I could be out more
Enjoy the Dull grey clouds by the shore
Or that I could go home & snore
Listening or reading some folklore
Enjoying the day to the core
Dancing and burning the floor
Or shopping at a mall’s store
There’s so much out there to explore
Stuff you can’t simply ignore
At last the clock strikes four
I hit out and about the door
Darn the traffic-jam I swore
Through dusty roads I scour
At last traffic’s better than before
Wind blowing at my face, I so adore
Plush surroundings for eyes, galore
Soon through empty roads I tore
& suddenly around corner there’s a Furor
Oh I they're watching the cricket score
Cricket obsessed nation we are, hardcore
Hope we win is all I implore
After a long drive I feel so sore
At this moment I dint want anymore
Laziness in me began to soar
Just wanna reach my bed’s décor
Sleep and snooze around till yore
~~~~~
PLEASURES OF MAN’S FOLLY
What can we say of man’s wisdom?
But to know it seeks freedom
From the distance of heavens kingdom
The thoughts of which we should feast on
Pleasures of man’s folly
What necessity is invention?
Than to rip nature of perfection
Reality hell bent on mass correction
The end on which lies destruction
Pleasures of man’s folly
They claim hold of its need
Yet it’s far from the necessary
Giving life to the eyes at sight
Its use is damned till dawn
Pleasures of man’s folly
Men and neonates rage at your presence
Hearts lift to know of your absence
Sight of your absence is a welcoming ambience
Your many colours can’t restore looming pretence
Pleasures of man’s folly
Your conception was silly,
With or without straps
Be it perfect or willy-nilly;
Full or half cups
Pleasures of man’s folly
Two mountains rise to clarity
One valley cleave seen in celerity
At your removal mountains obey gravity
Your work is best expressed in brevity
Pleasures of man’s folly
Before now, you never existed
All could see the lumps you confined
Alas these days, we are perplexed
Since your use for confinement is released
Pleasure of man’s folly
Natures age long pacifier
Why have you sought in her solace?
She is no good to you even in tubes
She is a traitor when she comes in nets
Pleasures of man’s folly
She makes a dint when off
Process which baths many flag-off
Our expectations never cut-off
At the break of sunlight we round-off
Pleasures of man’s folly
We salute your courage
At sight, you ignite our forage
Tales about you will be the best montage
But, what use is you in old age?
Pleasures of man’s folly
THE INVINCIBLE PEN
At first most of us dint know, only those before us
Even those before us were ones like us, but they learn t by force
We all thought it was real, that is how we feel.
Now they are coming, they are using the same path we took in getting here, oh! they will
It was the same with them, even with those before them.
Now it is the same with us, it will be the same with even those after us
I wish it were possible, and I wish it is possible to say;
"Loan me your eyes let me see for you''
''loan me your mind let me understand for you''
''Loan me your leg let me walk for you''
In this way, you will see, know and realize it IN TIME.
But no... that's just the way
They never, we never, and they will never realize it is a fool's Gold
Until when they are almost [if not] sold.