Category: English Poetry

The best movie reviews

Have never been keyed

Nor typed, nor penned.

That review

Which describes nearly

The entire movie

With some notable dialogues

With some catchy tunes

And melidious songs

And the complete plot

As well as some learning

 

And possibly the sentences

Behind everything

Behind every acting principle

And that does not insist on watching the movie

Gives an exciting feeling

For people to go

And watch the movie

Yet tells enough to a man

Who does not go to see the movie

Is the best movie review

That is yet to be written.

 

 

Lifelong learning

Lifelong earning

Lifelong hard work

Lifelong labour

 

Constant pains

Constant aches

Constant struggle

Constant battle

Constant threats

 

Constant search

For truth

That never ends

Whether wisdom

Is gained

Or wisdom withers

Is the final wisdom

That may be declared.

 

No poem is a random poem

Every poem is special

Improper it is

To use this word often

Random be limited in use

 

Comments and views

And ratings not true

Messures to measure

A poem

More the comments,

Better the poem?

Or more is flattery

And false praise?

Or a lot imperfect

Is the poem

That it needs a lot of comments

To be known that it is good.

So comments on poems not a true yardstick

To judge a poem

The number of views

They may be manipulated

And the rating for any poem

Well, the deserving ones

Are never the most highly rated

And never the five star rated ones!

Random ratings

Random comments

Random views

May always be the winning poem

 

 

Once a child

Once a son

Forever a son

And remains a son

For his mother

For his father

For his parents.

 

The mother

Is the first responsibility

Of her son

She is the first priority

Of her son

She usually has no knowledge

About the good or bad

She needs constant attention

That only a son can give

For she is constantly trying

To bring everyone down

And she even tries

To bring her own family down

Her own country down

And the son always has to be upto it

And play the saviour.

In search of an existence, 
that’d almost sublimed, 
the true meaning of my innerself 
is still to be defined.

don’t you be prejudice about me, 
atleast for this mankind
although I am colour, but for humanity’s sake 
its better to be a colourblind.

neither restrict me within those borders 
nor into your minds, 
just as yours, even my birth is possible, 
together when my blend got binds.

neither conclude any pessimistic implication of mine 
as it can’t be named, 
nor fill me in your pictures of hatred 
as the same couldn’t be framed.

do not search hatred, into my 
different hue and shades, 
recognize my true character 
before the colour of humanity fades.


I do not belong to any religion, 
nor I do own any race
I am boundless like that sky 
that do not have a defined face.


do not classify me into violent names, 
that cause mankind to extirpate
leave me with my unbound existence, 
before I appear as a reason to hate.


paint your hearts with me 
but not your discriminative minds, 
so what I am colour but for humanity’s sake 
its better to be a colourblind. 

I am sitting 
with an empty mind
it seems here, 
nobody is enough kind.

Although they may have 
some informative rockets, 
but I still prefer to sit amid
keeping my both hands in pocket.

Like me, all are trying to catch
those endless speeches, 
Suddenly I realized, we all
certainly belongs to a same species.

Nobody is interested for sure, 
Thus somehow trying to resist
In order to absorb and digest, 
the insoluble and volatile day’s gist.

In this jungle of knowledge
those approximate lions are roaring, 
and I am like a fearless rat
feeling sluggish and boring…

-unbound 

You know that I stare at you often
Look at your lively smile with frozen eyes
I sit behind you just few aisles away
Dream about our friendship in fairy skies

When I see you my sensations become silent
Heart hosts an incessant whine in silence
Crazy feelings move over my mind
Takes me in dreamy domain, your slight glance

Your innocent beauty, your happy face
Arouse flowers in my deserted home
Amidst the glum feelings your smile stays
Like seeds encased within a pome

I do not know how long this will go
No idea whether you will reply to me someday
But waiting for that silken evening
I will kiss your starry smile one day

The MNCs of today

Have made way

Into the Indian household

That everyone be told

Women working

At nights and still liking

Forgetting her house

Her unkept home

She’s out lose

Lost on the streets

Bent and lost in some ass work

That requires her to sit from morn till night

While she should be in her house

Running her own house

Caring for her family

Please welcome the MNCs of today

Who have this to say

To men like you and me

The Indian man, i.e.

MEN C YOUR WOMEN ARE DOING THE NIGHT JOBS FOR US

Thus say the MNCs from USA

 

 

Exceptions is not the rule, they say

Exceptions have built the medical system today

Exceptions laid the foundation of the progress of science and technology

Especially in Medical equipments.

Exceptions is the new norm

Exceptions is the new standard

So remember

Exceptions can always be given

Exceptions are allowed

There is always room for exceptions

The world has always had to make way for exceptions

 

Belief in God

Belief in Values

Belief in Duties

Belief in Principles

Herein lies true belief

That our ancestors stood for

 

Todays youth

Literate though

More or little

Nevermind that

Uneducated still

Listless wanderers

Lost in useless thoughts

And idle gossip

Live like vagabonds

Proud of some silly

Westernized concepts

Handed down by a tribe

That was orignally pirates in the vast sea

 

The youth today

Believe in no God

Have no Values

Have forgotten Duties

And stand for no Principles

 

They have no morality

They have no credibility

They are lost in themselves

Always having a puzzled look

A slow, unwilling and confused gait

Listless about today

Living in some distant past

Fearing unsettled future.

 

 

 

 

 A poem, I want to write ….!

 

I have been longing…

To write a poem…

A poem, I am unable to write…..!

 

 I have tried it with all my intellect & might

 But for this art, neither intellect nor might seems right.

 

Poetry, it is said, is a spontaneous overflow,

Of powerful emotions;

Of the dormant wonderful hidden inhibitions,

That lies buried in our hearts……

And come alive at moments, we never know about….

 

Our hearts are like great oceans,

Full of immense treasures and creations,

Of everything in abundance,

Pains, pleasures and sensations….

 

I have it all, in my heart, to the full….

But Oh! My God, why is the creativity in me so dull……

 

A poem I want to write,

I do not know, what about?

But I am intensely longing….And am sure…

Some day it will spring up, after all…

A day in my life, I will cherish above all….

 

Please don’t laugh,

For who knows now….

My poem may be an attempt at ‘You’

To tell you, what I have never been able to tell you ….

 

                                        

 

             ” Vishvnand “

by Lady of Fire

It’s been long,it’s been past

I had this thing within my heart
You r the one,You r the one
That’s makes me feel complete

I see the moonlight and I see u,

I see no one as pretty as u,

Your tender touch oh! baby I miss u so much

 

Your smile is so divine,

I just wanna make u mine

just hold me baby,just hold me tonight,

 

I see the moonlight and I see u,

I see no one as pretty as u,

Your tender touch ohh baby I miss u so much

The best efforts are never enough

The best things are yet to happen

The best results are yet to come

The best feelings are rarely expressed

The best thoughts go unnoticed

The best actions are worth a play again

The best words are worth a repeat.

The best happiness is always being searched.

The best often finds abuse, comtempt, spit and spite.

Yet do the best

Best of luck

All the best

 

We dream whole night, we dream all day long,

In the dream we dance or we sing a merry song.

In the dream we play, in the dream We fight,

Everything messes up, then everything becomes alright.

In the dream, we’re almighty, we’ve got no fear,

But the curtain of reality is always sheer.

We have plenty of dreams, but we accomplish very few,

because we are was always afraid, Lest the dreams come true.

When the dreams become so blurred, bizarre,

And the destiny seems so small, yet so far…

When We find ourselves behind the bars,

And we blame it all, to the unlucky stars.

We fear our own dark shadow, chasing us in the night,

But remember shadow is there only when there’s a light.

So build up your strengths and give up your fears,

And dream on till you succeed, in bringing all the cheers.

Then the dream and reality will be so blended in,

That the line between the two will become very thin.

Just a little push, and you’ll cross the line,

After the dark hours, there will be sunshine.

Just rock the night and seize the day,

And live your dreams, as happily, as you may… 🙂

On her lips, she always carries
A joyful gesture, a curvy thing
She speaks less, listen more
And veil, a lot more things within

A dusky girl with her eyes awake,
Looks more real and less fake,
Sometime lost, well it is true
Looks as if, she won’t have a clue

Girls flaunts their beauty,
She flaunts her innocence
Girls seeks for sense of humor
She presents her humorous sense.

A nice human being
A friend so worthy,
A humble girl, who is
less sensitive and more sturdy.

When you hold my hand
When your hairs spread over my face
When your deep ecstatic eye see me
My heart remain no longer with me

When your lips touch my hand
When you put your head on my shoulder
When you whisper in my ear
I feel I am where I should be
I want to spend all my life with you

But now you left me
A long distance is between us
When I realize this, I cry
My feelings get condensed
At this premonition of separation

Perhaps in another world
In another life
We will meet
We will be together again
You will hold my hand again
I believe

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