Long Terror stricken Poems

Dim light shines through the widows of the old house
long since empty, where only dust dances in the air
and a lone mouse scurries across its scared and dirty floor
But sometimes at night, when a lonely...

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One day, little Red Riding Hood’s mother told her to deliver a basket of food to her elder grandmother. 
She told Red not to talk to any strangers and to stay on the path to...

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Her golden locks glide grandly through our gladioli gilded garden gateway,
I gulp ginormous groundbreaking gulleys, 
telltale tear tsunamis cut cataclysmic currents,
raw reckless rupture of romantic render,
terror-stricken tangential tamper seal evidence
on lumpen lunge lonesome lachrymose levee...

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That calendar on the kitchen wall marks 
another crisp January's windy morning,
it has brought in slowly-moving clouds, 
what has passed is part of evident oblivion...
unless one remembers what did unfold:
tragic days for most, nothing good...

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“The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one,” he said. (Excerpt from the book by H G Wells.)

WATCH OUT, run for your lives ...the Martians are coming!
Well on October 30, 1938
Terrified...

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If hell is the place
to deprive men of their human nature 
the battlefield swarming with dehumanized souls 
is hell; and is in the real world, 

hell is the hungry stray dogs licking blood on corpses
and...

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Babies of Beslan............



The darkest day in history, 
Brought tears to my eyes. 
Many Russians murdered, 
In a mass of horrid cries. 

Hundreds of innocent people, 
Seen fleeing through the streets. 
Bodies thrown onto the verge,...

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"Pleased to meet you",a friendly line
I guess you'll be my neighbor for a "little" while
Would you like to come in and have a tasty cup of tea
There is something I should show you 
Something you...

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Destruction lays all around,
And my resolve is wearing thin.
The harbinger of death taunts me,
Into a fight I cannot win.

My body's weak and foundering,
And my mind's not thinking clear.
As if a marble statue,
I'm frozen stiff with...

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I accidentally let one loose
A ripe for roasting, fattened goose!
The ganders in Orwellian mode
Honked out the news in gaggled code.

Rash Farmer Giles, blood red with rage
Would not be easy to assuage
And goslings flapped their wings...

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I fumble along the dark deserted road...
Willing myself to move faster...
My legs are like rubber,  they scream at me to flee...
For in this nightmare you are there... Waiting to pounce...

It feels as though my...

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In the wee, wee hours when all is still
You can feel your blood athrill
When you hear the ghostly sounds
Of whispered words and baying hounds.

Who is it that speaks so low
That the distant mooing of a...

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I would like to ask all my fellow poets,
To spare a thought and a quiet moment,
Concentrate and pray, and let our
United energy,
Reach India, imagine the torment and
Fear and horror
Humans are going through, which is 
Inhumane,...

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I need to escape this shell.
Or else I'm going to burn in hell.
Please set me free.
Because this is not the real me.
I'm a puppet with tangled ropes.
I feel I've lost all my hopes.
They say it's...

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In my preteens,
I was nervy to go in the dark.
The folklore tales imprinted
that evil spirits would roam at nights. 
when I heard  the wonted gruff noises like
chirping of crickets,
rustling of leaves,
flapping of wings,
and whimper...

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