Best Engrossing Poems

When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties,
their foreheads painted with decorative red dots,
and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright costumes
 as bangles dangle from their slender wrists.

When I think of India, I think of a culture steeped in history...

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P o e t r y fills my heart 
with lyrical acrolect:
slowly swaying 
my fingers
   to outstanding octaves, 
through 
  ecstatic 
  liberated librettos, 
uplifting in a 
  medley of 
   melancholic motions.
I n k is bleeding 
in...

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One day
One fine day
I touch the sky

The sky
The blue sky
Speaks volumes high

Up there
High up there
Sways the moon fair

The moon
The waxing moon
Plays engrossing tune

I chase
I sternly chase
The moon's grace

Moon embraces
It exulantly embraces
Takes me to the divine places

Sitting on
the crescent moon
I merrily wander around 

I sing
I jubilantly...

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Some think of me as waste of space -
They cast a glance, then turn to face
the screen. They watch the mighty mace
bring down another one.
Since when, oh ‘savvy’ human race,
was killing sought for fun?

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I’ve seen them smile, I’ve seen them tear
I rev their heartbeats as...

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I am patently smitten 
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway 
The ill-fated roadside plant whose demise is lurking in the...

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Interesting,
      was the man staring
at the painting with such enthrallment.
I went and stood beside him, curious,
he was attractive and very appealing,
and when he looked at me- I gave him my
     best come-hither look.
   ...

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Enthusiasm, the planet occupied.
As Sapiens lives in rage
Strives to come after 
But all in sleeveless

Hence, in the land of the living,
Arouse  a living Queen,
Waved by nature,
Tormented by hindrances,
And tempted by viles.

She stays through the storm,
Fight for her triumph,
And not easily bothered,
By countless thought of...

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There's no beauty in the fur of your wings
When I catch you still and pin you down
Why all the flowers you visit
Are each more engrossing in its appeal

And yet you irk my curiosity, your
Splatter of glitter and color in dance,
Across dulling terrains, faces, you're
A beguiling...

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  E-FMCG 

Insensitivity, derogation, defamation, humiliation,
Libel, slander, stigmatisation.
These Fast Moving Consumer Goods,
I’d like to term E-FMCG. Caution!
…
The Media and internet want sensational news.
Reality shows dig for what give mileage.
They want to go viral, need spice and juice,
And Intrusion of privacy is their privilege.
 …
More...

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MY BUCKET LIST

Years and years ago, I made a bucket list.
I looked everywhere and could not find it.
I don’t remember everything I listed,
so it’s time for a new one to be created
or just to go by what I remember
or take a trip down memory lane.

One...

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...and then just as suddenly, constellations appeared in a daytime sky, framed by white pines crawling with multicolored caterpillars.  So from this day forward, they would search the sky for more star pictures. They then would draw pictures of what they saw with a...

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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 12
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.

Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.


Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’

Sweet fragrance began to flow,
Taking smell from...

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Helen Keller: The Miracle Continues was initially telecast as part of the 
syndicated Operation Prime Time package in 1984. ~ Hal Erickson As Annie 
Sullivan and Helen Keller, Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke could not have been 
better. The battle of wills and wits between...

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No work or worry is required of me.
				
				 You grace my yard year after year--
				               ravishing red,
              ...

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Passions de l’amour vrai

The texture of your caresses, soft like an egret’s plumes
When you touch me, my soul’s sheathed longing ruptures
Your fragrance engrossing adorns scents of jasmine perfumes,
Sheltered snugly within your arms, you disrobe my bosom pleasures
Your kisses honeyed, scorch my skin mildly like vernal...

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