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ON A GALLANT RIDE
On a chivalrous journey he took her
For a ride over the mountains and river valleys
To show a world of Love she never knew
To show her the glamour and glories.

In an awkward spill of mental display
They both held their grounds
She with her fragile and cheerful innocence
He with his knightly gallant self perched.
Rosy red were her blushes
As he swept her off her feet
And placed her on the horse of dreams
As they both rode ascending doubtless breams.
Like a gypsy without a moment to lose
Taking the world for a magic carpet
Imparting a polished glaze of thriving joy
Leaving behind the glooms and marching ahead.
*Jhimly*
10/7/2015
Copyright : Jhimly.

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ESSENCE

I shall perish, I shall fade
But not before I bring that sparkling glow
Not before your smiles I see flow
Not before I place in your eyes my love’s essence
Not before I .........

You can go as far as you wish
You can ignore every foot prints, if you please
And run perhaps will you from
Every mirror that shows my glimpse.
But can you??
Not before I place in your eyes my love’s essence
Not before I .........
There’s a river down the freeway
You can take a dip anyway
But can your soul quench its thirst
Can it feel the jest and make merry like a lark?
You ask, “Who are you? Forget I shall soon”
But can you?
Not before I place in your eyes my love’s essence
Not before I .........
You have seen perhaps every glory, every dream
Every step you took to succeed
Yet, you know there’s a void which remains to be filled.
You know there’s darkness, you fight everyday to live
But can you?
Not before I place in your eyes my loves essence
Not before I .........
*Jhimly*
Copyright :Jhimly

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Sprinkles .....

Early morning sprinkles the dear droplets,

At time slow and other moment raises,

Forbidding me for the morning stroll and indicating to lie in bedroll,

The naughty drops arouses my spirit,

And the strong desire to refresh by the shower's credit,

With a thumping heart I walked out,

Along with a umbrella to protect from rain bout,

Sprinkles wet my plait, and then its slippery linen touch my gentle face'

Exhilarating current run down through my spine in a sudden pace,

The drenched ,deserted road glows with a rejuvenate and fresh look,

The morning rain re-energises me with its chill wind ,

Captivate and refreshes me with sprinkler's sting....

BY
POETESS LOPAMUDRA MISHRA

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Turning the dogeared pages

Of my life, I see

Many colourful pictures

Balloons and crackers

Cake smeared faces
Laughters and pout selfie s
Winking eyes...clasping hands
A ku-na-matata s
Ooh-la-la-laa s
Screams and giggles
Aah!!! Life at the fullest

A wave of wisdom

Envelopes me

"if I don't enjoy life to the brim

Next month,next year...or next moment

Who knows

Where I will be".........

BY
 POETESS KUCHIBHOTLA SARADA

© sk.6/7/15

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STANDING ON THE GROUND
POETESS JOLLY BHATTACHARJEE

Standing on the ground,
I see the tallest building,... gazing far
I wonder how it must be looking from the top floor.
Or how far can one dare to see or awe.

No I know it is not for me
Nor do I wish to be a part
I am satisfied with my humble being
And Am proud for living a life of a commoner.
For I know I haven’t destroyed the Nature or Living
In my Quest to get more
I know I haven't made others look small
In my pride to rise high and endure.
*Jhimly*
7/7/2015

Jolly Bhattacharjee

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HAIKU POEM

BY

POETESS SABITA DAHAL

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Rose in rain

A rich fragrance

Genetic make up

long journey
embracing eternal life
In your soul

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THE SANDS ON THE SEA SHORE.

 BY POETESS MRIDULA MENON

 

The sea enraptured me,
The waves caressed my feet
My feet i soaked
In the coolness of the gentle waves.

When the waves
Attained a fierceness
That frightened me
I ran ashore.
The sands on the sea shore
Told me a story
Most pathetic
Of their lives.
You, ever so soft with the waves
Run to me, the sand,
When the waves turn strong and unbearable
Trample me with your feet
Your sandals hitting me hard
I writhe in pain and disgust
Still i never protest.
And accept with a nonchalance
My fate, ever so obnoxious
For ever to be despised and stamped
Never a kind word nor gesture
Never a touch neither soft nor mellow
Always harsh , strong , rigid and stiff..
No wonder ...i came from the rock
That remains powerful and mighty
Against all odds in life.
mridula menon. 02.07.2015.