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Best Poems Written by Shishir Gupta

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Master Hands

bricks lay scattered,
cement piled up bad,
the mason was ill trained,
and was a new lad,
he knew nothing,
and could not begin anything,
came the master craftsmen,
and the bricks themselves walked to places,
cement gelled with water,
and leaped to seal,
the building shaped,
and no longer was a dream.

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Forced Blind

My eyes are sore,
Bleary and tearful,
Not from any ailment,
Physical,
But from the mere fact,
That they have been seeing,
What they should not have,
A lot of bad, ugly and unjust,
And more of it,
Day in and day out,
Here, there and everywhere,
I am exhausted,
And do not want to see,
I would prefer,
To shut eyes down,
And remain blind.

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Desert the Desert

Dunes draining just sands,
merciless sun playing waltz,
dry winds rasping body parts,
clothes were clasped,
to perspiring body,
and appeared as such,
tounge hung out with thirst,
which occurred every second at first,
shoe soles felt like popcorns,
roasting and flowering fast,
legs were drained of energy,
that was dwindling past,
stomach felt vacant,
as difficult terrain,
turned tougher,
he wondered why he had chosen the tour,
now rather he should take detour,
and desert the desert real fast.

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Hunting and Hunted

Hunting the prey
he got hunted
and  was killed.

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A Soul That Loves You and Will Forever!

Disgusted and overjoyed that your back stares me in face
I am finally departed,forever and ever,from your life's race
your enormous passion and deep love made me weak-a disgrace
without you I was incomplete and time slowed sour in pace
did I hurt you on purpose to shake myself out of you yeah,brace
you have the lover's sack
do not come back.

A soul that loves you and will forever!

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Chemical Bond

You are not pretty as much as others,
who are after me bad,
but I do not seem to find it so,
you appear more soulful to me,
and that is what I find prettier,
I do not know what "soulful" stands for,
but that is the word that comes to mind,
which I use to explain whenever you are around,
probably its your air,
and your attention to me,
that sums it up,
or may  be that your eyes search me out of the crowd,
that explains a bloody lot,
its hardly physical,
and much more,
but its also totally physical and nothing else,
I am confused,
my chemicals surge out to you,
whenever you are around,
my magnetic aura rushes to you,
doing the madly rounds,
who cares for your facial and bodily beauty,
which will wither with age,
come let us search together,
and strengthen this chemical bond.

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Screw Brained and Gets In Brain

Monstrous
gruesome
hideous
odious
nefarious
ugly 


yet


imperious

            brainy
            grainy
            strainy
            cranny

and

            snooty
            about 
            petty booty


passionate
in dark
quite stark
shameless
deceptive
grave
terrible


she is screw brained and gets in brain.


MPD-Multiple Personality Disorder

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Chronometrical Aging

Chronometer,
sands slips through
narrow glass marrow
counting seconds
of elusive time
skin wrinkles
hairs whiten
eyes fade
walks limp
chronometer stops no way
ageman turns it upside down
it goes on and on
millions and trillions of times
aging and caging souls
and then
setting them free
as yet it remains on it's spree.

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Bewitched

Bewitching Magic 
                                                    .......worked
                                                      bewitched!

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Hollow Poetry Critiques-Brutal and Wrong

Waking me in the wake of her brilliance
words spoken,written in convoluted high tones
ringing meaning esoteric and quite unknown
the craft was hyped in meteoric terms
shining bright, sending craven tremulous brain numb.



Harking, in glory she strode the road

on which no one else was allowed 

they lined up till she ticketed 

them for her rich comments

looking at the teeming crowd

I too went and pushed as a throng on.



She was allaying the fears of an unwary(me included)

do not worry if you do not know'tense agreement'

I am here and with you the manna heaven sent

I would 'salad';I would 'marinate'; I would'contemplate'

and  'I would ruiminate',for heck as sure I would,

your poem would come out shining from wood

wait till I am through with that ,sit there in suspense

as I put on spectacles English and thrash you hence

the poor bloke waited with breath baited

like a rabbit flagellating as a helpless bait.



After an hour, the wise lady looked up

gave a list of typos to the poor bloke as his corrective sup

and in the end she wrote

with ten spell mistakes of her own galore

this poem was all wrong and even the topic was

actually this guy should have come to me

and got the poem written by me

on a topic of my choice

and claimed this was his and will be

it was only then would I give a positive critique

as it stands it is a loser because this do-no-good 

pooh phah phah, is the author.



Now let me do the right thing

somebody close has died

yes,he did and they did not lie

I began a poem for lament

but that young bloke came like scent

I forgot the lament and wrote

a collaboration of ass cream whip and ah! in it sent.





Well the critique royale with her hyped and marketed skills is on to her next critiquing ticket.