With glossy lips and many quips, she
Busted onto our screens,
Midst applause she chortled
And careened.' trod the boards, and praised the Lord, made
A hoard with dollywood, it all looked
good,
Then she went obscene, was a vax-keen
Queen, pumping that song, it was oh so wrong..Yet let God alone judge, He alone sees
Through all the fudge.)
The night begins to darken.
One by one, the gentle stars
Softly appear before my eyes.
For you, who will someday leave me,
I quietly write a poem here in my room.
Looking out the window,
For you, who will someday depart from my side,
Just as I try to confess my heart to the stars—
Suddenly, from my eyes,
Tears seem about to fall.
The night grows deeper still.
As all the lanterns of the world gradually fade away,
I look upon the very last flickering light,
And as I try to turn off my own lantern,
My heart bursts into tears,
And even the stars drift further away from me.
We part ways on the path we shared,
finding it hard to say goodbye.
I hope to always hold your memory;
you were a shadow at my side.
Through thick and thin, the journey was long,
and we both learned what we needed to know.
We stood together through the struggle,
but now it’s time to let it go.
The road is wide, the air is clear,
we walk our separate ways today
untethered, light, and finally,
carefree.
Swivel
and Sparkle
and Splinter
passion will bear
Aghast
over serrated
STARSCAPES
blistering past
the past
AGONY
Scalds and
Stumbles
Destiny
flings
AJAR
seething
delirious
rumble
of a dismembered
S T A R -
Flushed in a Ream of Fire -
Redolent and
Untrue -
scorching the sky
ENTIRE
over remains of
YOU -
over charades of splendor -
over cascades of pain -
over a long-lost
Laughter
desolate and insane -
over volition
SHATTERED
into a silent scream -
over intention
SCATTERED
into a field
of seem -
over a lifeforce
blended
with a malignant lie
over a soul
upended
in an obverse reply -
Over my clutching wristbones -
over your lips of dew -
over two Haunted Heartforms
Blended and
Torn Anew - -
Vanishing passion
Clambered
Shriveled like drops
of doom
and Essence remained
Dismembered
In the Blistering light
of the moon.
She said it all in one glance
AP: 3rd place 2026
Even memories steeped in regret
may become dew like a resin torch flame
that clears the dark
and on the stem of silence fed by that light
a smile damp yet enduring through jagged years scatters
The dry smile of you departing my side
touches my pale lips that only watched
while the loosened smile that must release you
spreads finely into your clouded averted eyes
Through nights unrolled in sleepless sorrow
though longing swells like a storm swollen with rain
if the bond once woven is gently drawn
we may become mandarin ducks
forever held in each other’s embrace
She said she would love me,
Be faithful, come what may,
In front of the parson
On that warm summer’s day
But now she has left me;
Our love’s just history.
With no explanation,
Why is a mystery
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Some kind of Mystery contest
11th January 2026
I looked at the bright side so much,
I became blind.
As darkness found me I began to see,
everything I was intended to.
I began to cry and
for the first time I saw beauty in the ashes.
We always knew this day would come—
that life would pull us toward different paths.
Our destinations are not the same,
our ages different,
our cultures apart.
We knew we could never become one,
and yet here we stand,
having crossed so many differences
just to reach this moment.
Now the day arrives
to prepare for our physical parting,
even as our hearts remain quietly bound.
In this era of instant connection,
we choose not to blur what we had—
we choose to keep our love and trust untouched,
honoring them as they are,
as we continue along our separate journeys.
We know we can find each other anytime—
to say hello, to speak, to see one another—
and yet, for now, life has shaped circumstances
that keep us apart.
So we wait for the unfolding of our stories,
curious about the roads life will open.
Perhaps we will drift into forgetfulness,
or perhaps we will carry a gentle longing
Time alone will tell the rest of the story.
from the limpid pools
of your eyes, sad streams run down
through your hollowed cheeks —
quivering, shaking, breaking
every fibre of your heart .
when you smile at me
I watch the curve of your lips
as they part to speak-
then I heed the sad whispers
of a torn, grief-stricken heart.
my heart is burning
at the thought of a farewell.
we are just pilgrims~
meeting to part in this world
heading to an unknown spot.
The Parting from the Drowned Voice in Memory
I ask you only to see the aged child within me,
that luminous ghost carrying his spear melted in burnt wax,
with black carnations that bloom inverted toward death backward.
Seek the one who perished waking wrongly in my place
and rose up asleep in the dream of the one who lies standing
in the warm breath of the earth frozen by long summers.
He alone can still weep with eyes dried by heavy tears
through these motionless steps of the world drowned in blind light,
among the transparent roots and soft stones flowing like water.
At the border of the forest fresh from rotting one can drink the thick smoke,
boy, one can see the kingdom impoverished of its treasures.
The dead joy of the city alive until the last damnation, the heavy shadow
of the one who brings sweet darkness, the one with ankles wrapped in cold flames...
Listen to me, the one who was born with my heart outside my chest:
at the last silent call of the living machine we will unite parting
and we will sell ourselves like the lost saints for a palm of mute gold.
I still quarrel with the words you said
On the day we loved in bed.
Beneath them hid the pain of evanescence,
Wrapped in a crumpled paper dress.
I cannot forgive the promise you broke -
One more sunrise together, one more shared joke.
At least one parting kiss,
On the deathbed before you left.
Snow falls
Home calls
Long road
Time flowed
Hearts yearn
Eyes burn
Mom waits
Wide gates
Tired steps
Sun wanes
At dusk
Dogs bark
Lights on
Till dawn
Promise
Kept ties
New morn
Souls torn
Brief meet
Last leaf
Away from the full moon glow
and the gilded streaks of street lamps
she steps ahead with grace unsilhouetted.
Her face beneath the tilted hat
flushes with the radiance of golden bouquet
she gets as the last gift
from him walking away.
Every meeting ends in parting
Resulting in regrets for some time.
Knowing this universal truth
Everybody wishes to meeting people after people
Only to part away.
Finding out ways for our emotions
For emotions rule the minds
Not the minds' ideal.
If meeting is to part
Why not every parting end in meeting.
All meetings are incomplete
Till the great irrevocable meeting,
The ultimate meeting.
All meetings are mundane
Temporal, undivine, ending in parting,
Parting of partisan attitudes,
Differences in multitudes
Trivial minds, petty meetings
So, ending in petty quarrels,
Men and women moaning over the spoilt past.
Brooding over the events passed
If every meeting has to follow parting
And no parting ends in meeting,
Not meeting or no meeting would be a better deal
Not meeting will not ultimate in parting end
So, can we advise?
“Do not meet people, new people.
And you need not regret parting.”
And
If you meet and the meeting is imperative
Be prepared to part ways,
Taking your own boulevard
That would not meet
The point you met someone, somewhere.
Meeting or Parting?
Which one do you prefer?
Or Meeting to Parting?
Parting to Meeting, new meeting?
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