Result of Poetry Competition Third Edition
Title: CRIES OF EVIL
Above an agonizing and acute abide,
Beneath beauty blessed by bribes,
Cries clawing cat carrying cold corpse creed,
Driving devil deals, discovering drowned deeds,
Enlightening enervative eclipse empowering evil endorse,
Frightening fearless folks for faceless flaws.
Glancing groans gravitate grueling gain,
Hail hazzard, hard hitting harmonical hen,
Incubating Impassive immortal illnes inkling icy injustice,
Journalising juvenile journey justifying jaundiced justice,
Killing kindly knitted knot kissing Knight's king,
Labouring laborious lamps leading lights limp.
Magnifying mourns, makes my mind malformed,
Neglect neatness negotiating naked negative norm.
Oppose outspoken oath, obey optimistic odour,
Paint pain possessing promises pure,
Quicken qualitative qualification quit the quantitative quarrel,
Redeem rebellion rectifying racist rascal.
Sadness sharpens swallowing Shovel sound,
The trauma travels to the tampering town,
Uncovering ugliness, undertaking unearthly utters,
Vanishing values, vacillating victors,
Where weakened widows wonders widening wounds.
Xerox Xenas Xenial Xray,
Yield yourself youthful yay,
Zipping zeus zealousness.
Title: APHASIAC INK
I'm questioned more often
Than I'm greeted.
Their curious jabber taunt my silence
and desperate eyes scope me out for answers
To 'why i don't write anymore?'
I pity my pen and tell them-
my nib has worn itself out,
Mimicking a broken record
Spilling, spattering, splodging
Over and over.
Stains and sentences alike.
The same longevous pattern
Of rubbing itself against the paper,
Like sainty fingers counting the beads of a rosary.
It has grown sick
Of collating and twaddling the same depressive vocables
Scattered at the hem of my tongue
Like mud on a freshly dug grave.
And amounting them to a literary paragon
And so called poetic sagas
Or simply paroxyms of loneliness
Casted into moulds of poetry.
I tell them that my pen often curses its longevity
When it structures loads of self loathing poems
Each piece akin to other
Which is a task next to Satan's.
It is tired of penning down the irony
Of every single breathe, that chokes me out before leaving my body
And every lively word that falls off from my lifeless lips.
They said, paper has patience
But I tell that I'm running out of ink
That doesn't want to take the shape of my sorrows.
I tell them that writing for me, is a battle
and I can't write
Until my weapons want a war.
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Toxic affairs with a virulent thought,
Her crammed state with constant distraught,
The daily toil with her mind so worn,
This devil's abode kept her torn.
Over the years, she's stumbled a lot,
Her brave decisions cut the Gordian knot,
The meticulous grind has brought her far,
Her radiance exuding with every scar.
The early hassles made her so bold,
The brightest Amazon in this world so cold,
She led herself through the valley of fear,
Eternal valour being her only spear.
Time and again she's bid farewell,
Casting off her protective shell,
Responsible for her choices alone,
Adapting to life she expanded her zone.
Her mind still pure with nothing but love,
For friends and foes, harmless as a dove,
Striving hard to embrace her spirit,
Her inner voice had become her Holy Writ.
At times her own ideals seem to waver,
When doubts dominate, life seems graver,
The path seems unsure, her faltering mind,
Again terrified of being left behind.
In those difficult times, hold her close,
Reassure her about the path she chose,
Be hopeful at heart and talk with fervour,
And be the one to silence every murmur.
Poet: Neeraj Giri
I wish death to the Anemone--
A fate far less agonizing, than being
A testimonial to the gut-wrenching sight
Of her parched petals and withered sepals
Bidding farewell to her scents of evanescence.
Relieving her thorns of years of raid repulsion.
Without your tears Aprhodite, my beloved
I reek of vanity and my blood is scanty
Mon amour, how can I nourish this flower of amour?
With your absence, the inception of fall
Disregards a century of eastertides,
It pursues the throat of Persephone beyond repose.
And as I bleed and stain the earth red
I learn about the blemishes of mortality.
I am made aware and I blame not the abhorrent fates
Nor do I onus this on Ares
That the forbidden romance with divinity
Yields naught but incessant grief
To mortal bodies and timeless souls.
The fault is within the flaws I bear
Not with the one that ripped my flesh open
I wish death to the Anemone-
A fate far less harrowing, than being
A souvenir of love that never did receive
Its beloved's drops of sorrow.
Poet: Swarnav Misra
Title: INNER VOICE OF BEGGAR
With weary eyes I stand in lane
Expecting mere penny from the people getting down the plane
Endmost what I gain is undeniably shame
Enormous distress ruling my body from the top to the toe
Awaiting for the retirement for all the woe
Yearning for the cataclysm that's revivaling to go
I can discern the whales flipper in my tummy
On no occasion dreamt about food that's yummy
But craved for edibles that’s not muddy
Starving for food with agony and melancholy making me cry
Bringing a panic stricken in me ,perceiving that I will soon die
Wearing tattered clothes, my bruise covers all the whole
Sighting the mannequins my eye loses its control
Being debonair like them was not my goal
As I am habituated to all the trashy troll
All nights sleeping sniffing the awkward garbage smell
In due course having an illusion of jumping into the well
Looking at the gloomy sky and conjecturing its hell
But longing for a place that's proportionate to tortoise shell
Possessing a sardonic smile observing human race saluting the statue
Hearing the myth that we are humans with no value
Our minds have been jammed with nightmares that will continue.
Title: AN ORPHAN
A small blithesome child crabwise the road
balancing on his feeble legs, he trod
wearing gauche clothes and uncombed hair,
In his eyes was unfathomable flair
Only the present is what he knows
day after day more curious he grows
About his origin and his parent
only on finding which will be to him emollient
No one does he have to take care of him
He is all by himself even when the situations are grim,
No house, family or friends are in his fate
Which makes him feel although free, in grate
He suppresses his tears on seeing a mother
cuddling and kissing a child another
in the park brings him to play,
and wishes him to enjoy every bit of his day
and gets ineffably overwhelmed and frantic
On seeing a father whose love is gigantic
Goads the bicycle with his son astride
and when the son is on his own, smiles with pride
he feels very lonely and detached
when he passes the playgrounds latched
seeing exuberant and charming kids play
And then on ground, with indolence they lay
Yes he is jealous and envious,
Of children who have parents and with them advantages copious,
but laughs at their absurdity in being nonchalant
Towards the biggest asset that makes life flamboyant.
Poet: Shashank Renwa
What broken, phantom Smiles
Hides behind those Lidded Eyes?
Where cracked Lightning resides
In those veins that Fades, subsides.
When Sunlight peeked into her Soul,
As we embraced in that Summer’s grassy Knoll.
I looked into those brilliant, Iridescent Shines,
And saw Within Fate's breaking, sepulchred Lines.
There endured I the Gaze of Delirium,
Waded through the Styx, into Elysium.
There was Pain in her world worn Sighs,
But for a while, in my arms that Knowledge dies.
I lost her then for I was a Pond,
My shallow depths could ne'er respond,
To that Ocean beneath that in Silence cries.
I realized, I will never be worthy of those Illumined Eyes.
Poet: Kirtiman Hazarika
Title: Despicable Desperation
In desperation have I loved
I have abhorred in desperation
In pain have I swallowed
the pains in desperation
In desperation have I been sly
and been brutal in desperation
In a daze have I longed for
a few desires in desperation
In desperation have I lost
and lost in agonizing aches
In the enchanting selfish world
a little selfish in desperation
In desperation have I prayed
and knelt in desperation
Lost a tinge of faith
and a lot of love in desperation
In desperation have I queried
challenged Him in desperation
Argued and fought and impugned
a part with me in desperation
In desperation have I dug
deeper and harder in desperation
Only to feel more desperate
than ever in desperation
Poet: Mukti Masih
Title: Re-discovering Myself
I was hopelessly lost; meandering through the realms of dark,
When upon a new journey, I accidentally did embark...
That led to the discovery of my Self true;
All my limited self-conceptions, it did undo!
Erstwhile I had led a life not truly of my own,
Orchestrated by conditioning, my soul torn;
My Inner Light, eclipsed by my towering ego
Discernment clouded; couldn’t tell a friend from a foe
Fragments of me, lost in gratification of senses
My inherent powers, diluted by petty indulgences
My mind, stuffed with what others fed...
Woe! Was it even my life that I led?
But today I am free, all by myself, alone,
My soul, my heart - for none but my own!
Shallow goals, my mind’s long outgrown
A renewed dream, my eager heart’s sown!
I have re-discovered my passions, ideals and aspirations,
Discarding my passivity, fears and self-imposed limitations!
I have a vision of my own to live by,
Let the world protest and ask why...
My potential, far exceeds what I had thought,
Only in my Higher Self, refuge I have sought!
Peace I have found, responding to my Higher Calling
I am defined by possibilities; not by any past failing!
To my inner Voice, I shall forever listen,
Under its aegis, I shall glow and glisten.
Faith in my Own Self, and guided by the Divine Will
I renew my soul’s mission – that greater Destiny to full
Poet: Priyanka K. Tiwari
Title: Dazzle like a “Rose”
Gleaming in your magnificence
Shining in your brilliance
Metaphorically embracing me with your love
Like a rose glowing and enchanting thy life.
My heart leaps in jubilation and ecstasy
As you caress my rosy lips with your blissful joy
Encapsulating me within your caring hug
I surrender myself to your gracious tug.
I desire no material gifts
I yearn no luxurious amenities
But I crave for the red alluring rose
Pleasing and charming me to sing and dance.
Marvelling our bonding and tenderness
Adoring our warmth and fondness
My love for you magnifies each day
My craze for you amplifies each day.
Overcoming all boundaries I flee towards thee
Leaving aside all shyness I entangle myself within thee
Your tender touch fills and elates my heart
In triumphant as I touch the seventh heaven of delight