The myopia of Desire

Strange are the vagaries of life

Driven by lust, stemmed by passion

My jibes hurt the most

Yours? Not even with a blood smeared knife

 

The heart thinks love, the mind craves flesh

Beat by beat I fall, thoughts collapse.

‘Veni Vedi Vici’ your voice echoes,

Iron curls in my chest, mesh by mesh

 

Alone in a crowd, Alive alone

Staggering, stumbling, surviving.

Drunk without drinking, intoxicated on you

Barely speaking, the chill forcing a moan

 

Your laugh pierces a tranquil noise

Breaking the peace of unorganised silence

I sigh, and I turn over, satisfied

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Consuming Love

This is a guest post by Vaisakhi Mishra who blogs at  http://vaisakhimishra.blogspot.in and tweets at @vishvaisakhi

In her own words, here’s who she is:

Cynic blatant but a total happy go lucky person who loves exploring various shades of colours on the canvas of life. I am an engineer who loves poems, painting, singing and photography – which currently seems to be the trend everywhere. I believe in accepting what ever life throws at me and accepting its challenges with a “watch me” attitude and guess everyday finds a new me.

She has composed a special poem as Valentine’s day nears.Here it goes

A Poem By Vaisakhi Mishra


My cold heart whimpers
For it can’t feel the glow
It’s a cracked piece of metal
For all that I know
Where lies turn to truth
It sacrificed just itself
You blamed it to be frozen
And now it has no silver help
But rosier days await you somewhere
And it flutters with the thought
Silently it sings to self
The lullaby of consuming love.
Why love can’t be simple,
Why its castle of glass falls?
What choices can we make-
When we are forced to let go.
Emptiness fills the sorrow pools
Where light mirages memories
Truly said, light is not accredited
If challenged not by darkness always.

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My River Shall Always Flow

A Poem About A Revolutionary Proclaiming His Change. People Die, But Their Ideas And Premise Don’t
Belittle me if you can
Slap on me an unwarranted ban.
You can rain your blows
But, my river shall always flow
Suppress me if you will,
My thoughts, no one can kill.
With my arrow loaded in a bow,
My river shall always flow
Call me Satan if you may,
Roark was one too, in his day.
You shall reap as you shall sow,
As for me, my river shall always flow
Even the universe stands still
For a man whom truth instills
The righteous shall win
And the wrong will cry in woe
Because, come what may,
My river shall always flow

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A Mother Claps The Loudest

A poem dedicated to my mother(Sandhya Gupta), my inspiration, my everything. Whatever we may think of them, we always love them and can not live without them.


Her eyes would shine brighter than the sun
When the one on the dais is her son
Even when a bird builds her nest,
A mother always claps the loudest

Her eyes shed tears of joy unbound
When her daughter helps an injured hound
Even when you ace the tough test,
A mother always claps the loudest

Her loving touch takes away the scathing pain
When she chides you for slipping in the rain
Even when you’re not able to give your best,
A mother always claps the loudest

Nothing beats the huge smile on her face when you win a trophy in the race
Even when you finish last, don’t you ever fret
Because, come what may,
A mother always claps the loudest

If all the world’s a play, and you’re a player
It was for your well being that even an atheist sent up a prayer
Whenever you’re alone or to many a guest
Remember your mother because,
A mother always claps the loudest





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The Black and White Rainbow

A Poem About A Person Who Reaches The Zenith Of Life But At Huge Costs
Drizzling across the gray sky,
Each drop resembles a person shy,
But from far below, All I see is
The Black and White Rainbow

Damp, wet and dry at the same time,
I regret crossing the line
Crimson tears are now all that flow,
All I see is The Black and White Rainbow

In my zeal for the peak, I never saw,
the last cries of family and friends, hurt by my own paw.
Desolate, pathetic and low,
All I see is The Black and White Rainbow

Maybe I’ll have another chance
And colours will perhaps again dance.
Possibly I’ll see the beautiful one again,
But this I know, All I see is The Black and White Rainbow



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The Wind Urges Me To Go On

A Poem About A Person Who Is About To Quit But Finds Solace Instead
As the night descends and the sun transcends,
The horizon seems to never end.
Rays of light wash over the freshly mown lawn
Somehow, the wind urges me to go on.
Dew drops sparkle or perhaps the grass cries
Confusion abounds as I’m befuddled by the lies.
But still when I gaze on to the dawn,
Somehow, the wind urges me to go on.
Life has reached lower than the low,
Joy has completely ceased its flow.
As I sit by the ledge, distraught and torn,
Somehow, the wind urges me to go on.
Everything will be fine, it promises.
Give it some time, it says.
One day you will know why you were born,
Until then, let me urge you on.
Seconds turn into minutes
And slowly the will to quite diminishes.
With a smile, I see the dew, all gone,
Because, come what may,
Somehow, the wind urges me to go on.


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Let My Fire Burn

A Poem About A Kid Who Asks The World To Let Him Chase His Passions
I don’t need your wood,
It is all but sarcastically crude.
All I ask from you Mum,
Please let my fire burn
The oil may spill for all I care
My passion is a fuel far more rare.
All I hope from the next turn,
Please let my fire burn
The embers may seem to die,
But the flames shall one day soar high.
Till the day I douse the sun,
Please let my fire burn
A bit of love and some advice,
My heart aches for something that nice.
But if that’s something I’ll have to earn,
Please let my fire burn
My feet may burn on this path of burning coals,
But perhaps, it’s time you let go of your foal.
Halt me if you must, but don’t stop me at a turn,
All I ask for is,
Please let my fire burn

Let My Fire Burn- A Poem About A Kid Who Asks The World To Let Him Chase His Passions

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