Result of Poetry Competition Second Edition
Category: English

Title: ALONG THE WOODS IN COORG

The musical melody when the breeze strolls

In harmonius beats with which the raindrops falls.

The rustling of Wind in chorus with the dry leaves,

This is complete bliss the heart believes.

 

The resonance of air along the wood sounds mellifluous as a flute.

Can there be any soul that can refute ?

The dripping of the dew with mesmerizing flowers of various hue

The thunders and storms are in perfect rhythmic synchrony is my view

 

The raindrops chiselling the rocks

With the humming birds that flocks.

Sounds magical like the unplugged golden strings  of Veena

Wow  !! The stage is all set into a lovely arena

On the tall mountains besides the serene stream found an Ocarina

In which unceases the chorus of musical phenomena.

 

With fragrance from blooming buds and the magical gleaming light strokes.

Amidst all these the symphony evokes.

Humming bees , dancing butterflies ,chirping birds

Is nothing more than an orchestra of Viola

 

Am i awestruck as an amateur or

Enjoying like a connoisseur

The melodious musical extravaganza

Nothing less than a bonanza

This is an absolute bliss !! This is an absolute bliss !!

Winner

Dr. DEEPA VENKATESH

Link : www.facebook.com/dr.deepav

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 Title: YOU 

-YOU ,JUST LIKE A STAR 

SOMETIMES IT TWINKLE 

SOMETIME GONE AWAY 

SO FAR ....

 

-YOU,JUST LIKE PIGMENT

OF THAT FLOWER

THAT MAKE IT POROUS AND

PROVIDE IT A BEAUTIFUL SPARK ...

 

-YOU , NOT SO DULCET 

NOR YOU ARE SO DIAPHANOUS

YOU,JUST LIKE A PERSON THAT

IS TO BE DEMURRED...

 

-YOU,SO FETCHING 

EVEN I CAN'T EXPLAIN

YOU, HAVE THAT GLAMOUR

THAT EVEN SUN CAN FADE ...

 

-YOU, SOMETIME BECOME ERRANT

IT FEEL LIKE CONFUSION OR CHAOTIC 

BUT BY RELINQUISHING IT 

YOU MAKE ME EUPHORIC ...

 

-YOU , JUST WHISPER

AS IF TO MESMERIZE ME 

IT'S A EXUBERANT FEELING 

WHICH IS TO EXHILARATE ME...

 

-YOU, YOU HAVE SO HEFTY DREAMS 

FOR WHICH YOU NEVER WANT TO PLUMMET 

BUT STILL YOU ABIDE 

AS YOU DON'T WANT TO BE QUEER ..

 

- YOU, SOMETIME YOU WISH

BUT NEVER TRY IT TO FIX 

I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT IT 

THAT SOMEHOW YOU MEAN IT ...

 

-YOU , YOU AND ONLY YOU 

FOR WHOM I WANT A REINCARNATION

IT'S MY WILLINGNESS OR DESIRE 

AS I WANT TO HOLD YOU ON ANY WAY THAT YOU ADHERE ...

 

-TO EXPLAIN THIS 'YOU' 

EVEN I HAVE TO OMNISCIENT

I JUST ENDEAVOUR HERE 

AS I DID TO UNDERSTAND YOU ....!!

Runner up

ISHIKA DAHIYA

Link : instagram.com/loveforquill

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Top 10 Poets (inclusive of winners)

Title: WHOM WE LOVE AND LIVE FOR !!!

 

Blessed with matchlessly magical Parents,

Their supremely good, serenely happy raising,

design our thought processes.

Their loving, comforting, storytelling skills,

leave indelible footprints and heartprints.

Thankyou God for this Benedictory Love!!!

 

Blessed with bombastic Brother, 

self-styled natural, perennial itinerant,

Sentinel of sisters life-long.

Sentiments flow unabatedly,

for the illustrious, boisterous beloved younger.

Thankyou God for this Blissful Love!!!

 

Blessed with delicate darling Sister,

who wears expressions benignant perpetually.

Wiitty, gritty, easy-going habitually.

Evident protected favourite of all surely.

Fondest moments born in her queenly company.

Thankyou God for this Harmonious Love!!!

 

Blessed with solicitous Husband,

His silent romanticism, macho protective ways,

smoothen tumultuous paths.

Terribly correct and sober better half,

Brokers peace, plots life's happiness graph.

Thankyou God for this Angelic Love!!!

 

Blessed with an endearing Child, 

Whose arrival, auspicious, momentous and miraculous.

Rearing the divine and sublime born,

definitely, a definition for the guardians.

Our child, our panacea, promise of better tomorrows.

Thankyou God for this Supreme Love!!!

Poet: Preeti Pathak

Title: Ode to You

 

Petals of your kisses, balsam on your neck

Not knowing more than it, twanging you so fair

I pray for that again having you on my skin

Anchored to my life being your humble condemned

 

Incipient silhouette an upswing across other

Your sensuous hang-glider, delighting seagull

Describe amaze yearn for and also enamor

You bring up to my presence the borealis aurora

 

Darkness and sunset all of them consume

With your candlelight your shadow reveals

Tangent to my navel your nakedness sails

Your attar to the wall curve it unveils

 

Your fragrance skin musk and honeysuckle

Magnificent your locks cinnamon aroma 

Smiling and silent and sough epicure 

Made of pane kisses mint and mist made  

 

You nap laying down of Van Gaugh la siesta

On your skin I die on my skin you wake up

With you there is no more than this beautiful existence

Tangent to my navel your nakedness sails

Poet: RAFAEL PERNIA

Title: I will build 

Crush me with your goodness

Walk on the ruins of my sins

Watch me tumble down

From the rumbles again, I will build

 

Shatter me with the weight of your charities

Debase me from the pedestal of your pride

Defeat me with every sound reason

From the pieces of my respect, I will build

 

Mortify me for my truths

Manipulate every ounce of my honesty

Trample me beneath your arrogance

From the dirt of your heel, I will build

 

Accuse me in every court of love

Hold me guilty for untamed feelings

Blame me for not embracing company

From the traces of my esteem, I will build

 

Play with my courtesies, my compassion

Laugh on the tears of my joyful sorrow

Mock my faith, my beliefs

From the throne of your disbelief, I will build

Poet: MUKTI MASIH

Title: My Vivacious Self

Tiptoed I engulfed you in my inner core

Forever to render with love and care

Your subtle feeling echoes through my heart

Enlivening and uplifting my worldly spirit.

 

You are my treasure trove

You are my heart throb

Intertwining my soul every moment

Into your lustrous melancholy and delight.

 

Breathing freshness from thy soothing desire

Dazzling and sparkling into your sumptuous sphere

I love to mesmerise gazing at your precious aura

Encapsulating me with caress into your enigmatic flora

 

I yearn to rock in your spacious cuddly cradle

Waiting eagerly to enchant my heart with your caress and fondle

I treasure the bonding that magnifies exponentially

Never to fall back even in slightest dismay.

 

Silently I sway in your vast palatial ambience

Dancing in delight soaking into a world of trance

Thy tranquillity thy pristine glory hypnotizes me

Transporting into a celestial atmosphere that ravishes me.

 

I proudly yet humbly proclaim your prominence in my life

You are my inner selfless magnanimous beauty

Stern yet benevolent, honest yet compassionate

You are my vivacious considerate inner self.

Poet: KUNTALA BHATTACHARYA

Title: When the dusk falls

When the dusk falls

When the night calls

Do you whisper the same words?

Or do you change ?

 

When the high seems too low

When Truth seems a distant road

Do you stumble on the same path?

Or do you walk another way?

 

When true stories seem too fake

And no tree offers you shade

Do you ignore it all again

Or do you tell a different tale?

 

When the wolves find you all alone,

When you find no place to call home,

Do you still lay within these four walls,

Or do you find a different one to stay.

 

When the sun rises in the early sky

When the lonely moon runs off to hide

Do you still drown in your own despair

Or Do you try to love the day?

Poet: FATIMA ARIF

Title: FOR YOU TO NAME IT

 

Of words, of minds, of what senses speak... 

Of joy? Or of pain? Or the iridescent streak..

. What moments were those to wield the pen?? 

A countdown or an ascent... from one to ten... 

Like the clawed hands of the beauty in black...

 Of hideous smiles in pain... alack...

Like the sharers of secrets?? Of guilt?? Of love??

 Passing some moments with a cigar in some county trove...

 

What dreams?? What hopes? Of what blinding pain?

And calming vibes that drive us insane... 

An appalling beauty... to create and then to break 

The nostalgia and inebriation like the ripples of a lake... 

Reflecting dreams and yet shaking them across... 

Making one day-dream, then pointing forth the loss... 

Stealthily entering the mind in the form of a dream... 

To weave the fabric of hope... then shatter... unseam...


Like stories of saints... like heaven and hell...

 With all the knowledge one could ever tell... 

Like the insidious venom, like the psychedelic cry...

 Like contingent imaginings, like a relieved sigh... 

To reave and bereave the poet's restless soul... 

To make yet mar... and still making him whole... 

Revels... yet reveals like time's truthful eye... 

The likeness to life... yet making worthy to die...

Poet: Monamy Chatterjee

Title: Honour Killing

in the memory of the victims communal pride

 

“Honour’s” daughter wedded

“dishonour’s” son,

 

conceived innocence and

dishonoured “honour”

 

who buys a crore of revenge

slits the throat of

                        

a young dream that groans with the

premature labour pain

 

yielding to the primitive strength

of a prejudice’ faithful hatchet

 

soaked in the pool of a muted

voice on this Good Earth,

 

the Hindu-Christian cord of which is severed

by the scalpel of a Muslim conspiracy.

 

The sun sets down the grave darkness

drenched in the dirge

 

- ashes to ashes - of love’s bleary eye and

the honour’s trickling question’s

 

some questionable answers in the mutually

pricking communal kingpins

 

in the nation’s best television debates,

end in smoke of

 

the endless storm in their

emptied tea cups

 

that wail Love’s Labour’s Lost –

a mere silence

 

spilled at the rooted feet of

“the honour’s” green pride.

Poet: Sreekanth Kopuri

Title: WEDDING DAY

Vigilant eyes open to a figure in the bridechamber.

Alone, left paralyzed by the fear. Vision blurred by her perspiration, catastrophizing the eventual

worst,

Uncertain of the position she will bear today.

Muscles tensed, the heart pounding out of the chest, Moving slowly towards the silhouette beside her rusty bed. A mirror responds,

But that's not her, she's not the same.

Still immobile, the lady stands still. Sunken eyes, purple cheeks and swollen lips. A shredded night dress, A burnt up letter stuck to the bottom of her bare feet.

Reminiscing her past,

Not awaiting the future,

In a state of stable psychosis.

A crowd in shimmering dresses anticipating her presence, will

she show up?

Fear and uncertainty slowly taking over.

She begins her morning like every other, Slowly descending into madness.

The however, is unpredictable each new day.

An attempt to speak, for only it's the lips that move,

The silhouette speaks back. Eyes that stare deeper into hers,

Patiently waiting for a silent scream to emerge.

Holding up the knife, she screams no sound.

The bride bolts forwards, stabbing the very shadow that stands

before her.

The demons in her mind win, For she is taken by her angel to inevitable bliss, Heaven.

Poet: Ananya Saigal

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