Monday, August 30, 2021

Micropoems by Rajashree Mohapatra


Art
He paints his passions 
with colours of emotions 
he knows, 
love is nothing 
but a fine art,
and art is a part 
of our heart! 

Phrases
Phrases remind time, 
place and events
Despite we speak 
different languages 
Cautions us against crude misunderstandings and fight
And induces us 
to be adorable!

A Snare 
Thorns smile 
dead butterflies 
on carpet of grass 
all promises are-
a snare 
Meteors flash on wasteland! 

A Tune
condensed vapours 
pour into rain
a river plays a tune
the morning sky beams 
lives sing in rhythms.

Self 
when the mind is restrained 
attaines quietude
self sees the self 
satisfied by his own self 
transcends the senses!

In Suffocation 
My dreams hop 
throughout the night 
Wish they never stop 
Else life may strangulate
In suffocation!

Life
A stone wall 
silently stands 
hiding the secrets of 
a sobbing river 
In a tangled jungle
of human illusions,
life is so complicated!

Quicksand
Between the waves 
In an empty space 
Our forgotten memories 
Drowning in quicksand 
Inside me your existence.

A Hero 
All are not just 
Life may takes a turn
May include wars 
Tragedy and sorrow 
But for every enemy 
there is definitely a hero.

Behind The Fall of Life
A storm of revolt rises 
into the tranquil mind of sea.
Your anger soars up to 
toss vortex of love
Lives are trapped in the wreck, 
The boat of life sinks 
into the labyrinthine chasm
trailing behind the fall of life.

© Rajashree Mohapatra 
Bhubaneswar, Odisha, India
rajashreemohapatra2018@gmail.com
All Pictures Courtesy : Rajashree Mohapatra

Rajashree Mohapatra: Born in Odisha in India has received her masters degree in 'History'  and 'Journalism  and  Mass Communication' from Utkal University,  Odisha. She is a teacher by profession. Being a post graduate in 'Environmental Education and Industrial  Waste Management' from Sambalpur University Odisha, she has devoted herself as a Social Activist for the cause of social justice, Environmental issues and human rights  in remote areas  through Non-governmental organisations. Poetry, Painting and Journalism are her passions.

Sunday, August 29, 2021

Micropoems by Balachandran Nair

Home
Left or left in a Home out of hunger
In young age is called Orphanage.
Left or left in a Home out of neglect
In old age is called Old Age Home!
Scent
One day quarrel is 
one percent of love lost
That rendered me speechless 
for two days.
How much days will it 
take to talk it out
Remaining ninety nine 
percentage of love!
Leave
I left home 
after a tongue fight and bark
Rounded the house 
twice and came back
She left home 
after a silly ego fight, crying
I searched for her 
the whole life in vain.
Quote
Wear a coat that 
suit your boot
Wear not a boot that 
hurt your brain
Live with the wife 
who know your worth
Leave the Other
who pocket your wealth!
© Balachandran Nair
Kerala, India


Micropoems by Ayub Khawar

A Request
O! My princess,
Listen,
For a moment,
Close your enchanting eyes gently,
Bending with the mildness of breeze,
I wish to steal a poem,
From these distinct rosy lips.
A Ruined Wait
There exists 
only reflection 
Of the same mirror,
My love 
And the Bafflement of your other lovers.
This Bafflement will exist
Till the mirror breaks,
Till the cords of life
Are released 
from our hands.
Anxiety
You say 
I should compose a poem,
And shackle my secret with chains of verses;
But I have a verdict
That the secret 
Wrapped in pain,
And sunk in grief,
Smitten with anguish,
Who knows how many 
Meanings they will derive.
Have you ever ponder?
© Ayub Khawar
Lahore, Pakistan

[Ayub Khawar was born on October 12, 1948. He obtained his Master's degree in Urdu Literature from Karachi University in 1974 and became associated with Pakistan Television in 1975. The nature and popularity of his programs are very detailed but suffice it to say that the world of television The names of a few professionals will always be remembered, among them Ayub Khawar's name will surely stand out. As a poet, he has so far published five collections of poetry in Urdu and two collections in English. Ayub Khawar is eminent literary personality of Pakistan. Ayub Khawar is basically a media person. Apart from Pakistan Television, he has gained fame on many private channels for his highly regarded literary programs, dramas, music shows and documentaries.]

Saturday, August 28, 2021

Questionku Poem And It's Examples


A questionku is a 3-line form of poem with a 4/5/6 syllable pattern and ending with a question. You can choose any topic for this poem.
Examples-

She smiled gaily
And came close to me
Is this love's first chapter?
© Dr. Shailesh Veer/India


● 
Dry leaves are dead
yet they rustle, swirl,
Why they dance with the breeze?
© Sonali Ray/India


Love is a dream
Everyone knows that
Why it's quest never ends?
© Shweta Malhotra/India


Love is worthy
You need to be brave
But why it leads to pain?
© Jenayah Hela Tekali/Tunisia 


Magic is might
Mind creates marvels 
Do you believe enough?
© Maja Ivkovic/Italy 


Glitz and glamour 
Makes him prominent 
Why sadness in his eyes?
© Elizabeth M. Cahimbing/Phillipines

Thursday, August 26, 2021

Micropoems by Emmanuel Mettles

Rain
Drops of yonder blues,
Dazzling glues,
Dissolving earth's woes!
Advice
Piece of peace
Appeasing and pleasing
A piece of life that brings-
Glee!
Woods
Virginity of Earth
Entrapped amidst birth and death
Withering mirth.
Love
Oh dear bud donot trust the dew,
Glowing on the tender stalk
For no dew stays for long!
Night
Silence of the expelled sun,
Silence of the birds,
Scents of night blossoms,
Sweetness of starysky.
© Emmanuel Mettles
Hyderabad, India 
mettledahsp@gmail.com

Emmanuel Mettles, born and brought up in Kerala presently working at Hyderabad as a psychologist. She writes in English, Malayalam and Telugu.

Micropoems by Karil Anand

Savitri 
She conquers 
the consciousness of Indian minds
She beholds virtuosity and nobleness
Her bright enchanted safe peripheries
Her imperial divinity 
stood to crampled mould
Of the human sheath 
and its poverty of form
Her chastity is the ornament 
that every female should adorn.

Expedition 
My quest for love is 
like a bleeding heart
Cut with many sharp blades 
Love is like a dark night
Murky Cimmerian shade 
Sound of love is like dagger 
Engraved in the heart!

© Karil Anand
Gurgaon, Haryana, India 
karilanand@gmail.com
Karil is a seasoned professional educator, associated with a reputed school in Gurugram, armed with a dynamic track record in career counselling. Karil is value-driven, propelled by entrenched, benevolent principles, and demonstrates striking calibre and tenacity, through her fiesty writings. 

Tuesday, August 24, 2021

Micropoems by Naheed Akhtar

I Enquired
I said,
"I remembered you.",
But Iater thought 
"Did I really need to do that?",
Since I get you inevitably
Being picturised
On the screen of my brain!
Soul and Body
You 
Would find me
Where 
You are!
[Though
I might appear 
Here
To external eyes]
Gogyohka 
The heart finds the door to reach 
Through its own truthfulness to love
Through its selflessness to adore
It needs not to behold the one it worships
It gets the one beyond the physical!
The enlightenment
Like a stream wandering
Broken of the river
The spirit whole and sole, wanders
Broken of the form
Wanders but not lost
Proclaims its search
Its search for what it wanders:
The glimpse
The light
The being
The enlightenment
Beyond the physical!
© Naheed Akhtar 
naheedakhtar123119@gmail.com

Naheed Akhtar is a lecturer, writer and poet based in the city of Hyderabad, the Southern part of the country. She is a bibliophile and loves reading Philosophy, History, Psychology, Literature and the Glossary of Literature.  She is known for her love for nature with her fine imagination of being a wanderer, a lost who longs and lingers for the unseen and remote for her own reasons. She has two poetry collections to her credit, "Phantasms of My Heart" and "The Earth's Love" respectively. She achieved the awards for the conductive years 2020 and 2021, an combined initiative of the State Government of Gujarat and Motivational Strips, on the eve of India's 74th and 75th Independence Day respectively entitled "Gujrat Sahitya Academy Award".

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