Joy

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the emotions were waging war inside me

misery stretching it's arms to capture 

for all the things said // unsaid

betrayal, blame, lost love

they all wanted a share 

I sat with my eyes and ears closed

going to my core to get the strength

I boycotted the tears

for want of joy to live life to it's fullest

for ~ poets united

topic:  boycott

coast of happiness

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swimming in the ocean of pain i struggle

to reach the coast of happiness

drowning in the waves of memory

i reach the surface to acknowledge 

only to be drenched by agony

a shaft comes towards me to grab

it has the boards of forgiveness

i scramble myself up

before i know i am on the land of love

basking in the rays of bliss

for ~ dVerse poets

Whose Life Is It Anyway

The once taboo word is becoming a household word now. Where is this heading? As a society are we handling the issue in the right way? As a nation are we taking responsibility? Whom to blame and where to blame? Is this what we are looking at so that we can wash our hands by pointing our fingers at others and leave it.

When the whole nation is screaming 'hang the rapist.' Aren't we overlooking the root cause?

Juvenile or adult - a person who commits crime has to be punished. The judicial system will take care of it. The law makers have a huge responsibility on their shoulders. 

We the citizens have a much higher responsibility on our shoulders. We have to understand the cause behind these heinous acts. We have go to the grass root level and understand the issue. We all have played indirect part in it. We have encouraged the media for blowing all this out of proportion. We have encouraged the cine stars to bask in glory while resorting to 'exhibitionism,' thus propagating an image or a trend that younger generation would like to follow. We have consumed every thing put in front of us without protest. We have created a situation where a sick mind delves and lashes out on innocence. We have encouraged all those television serials nodding our head for the scenes which portray all type of crimes. We have encouraged all illegal websites to mushroom.

Now when the devil is dancing on us we are screaming. Mothers have forgotten to teach their offspring the morals. Fathers have forgotten that they are the role model for their children. Teachers who are supposed to mould the students are dormant. As long as we shy away from taking responsibility for our actions these crimes will continue. We can shout slogans and do protests but for how long? Are we satisfied that we have participated in a protest rally and our responsibility is over? All mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters have to remember their responsibilities.

We together form this society and have to repair this now or else it will be too late. The innocence of the children and the safety of women will vanish forever. The society will collapse on its face. We have to remember that we are humans first and we have to respect one another. We have to create a society which nurtures responsible citizens.

forlorn figure

i see all of them who come here

the story behind my face

fascinates people alike

each will think of one story

but mine is frozen in the time

time which can never come back

leaves behind a mask like mine

original story lost forever

made up ones trying to imitate

i am the mute witness inside the box

lost soul with no words to say

forlorn figure with no escape

for ~ magpie tales

dew drops

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dew drops on the leaves

smiles at me looking fresh

they shine like diamonds on a lady's finger

each one sitting prettily

matching tears form in my eyes

alive i feel from inside

awe struck by nature's way

for ~ poets united

the doll she found

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the little girl plays with the doll

her eyes laughing with joy

she danced in ecstasy 

her torn dress twirling around her 

fantasy clashing with reality

the doll in the trash

her treasure of happiness

for ~ poetry jam

time in my hands

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You allure me into your web

making me believe you are mine

I grasp you in my hand

thinking I have a hold on you

you slip through my hand like water

leaving behind the wetness of memory

which dries up leaving behind stains

marking my heart with pain and pleasure

teaching me that I can only accept you as you are

you have no expectations 

pure love is what you want from me

for ~ dVerse Poets Pub

topic: time