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Contest II Winner: The Pile

In my room there is a bed

And on that bed there is a pile

A pile that’s over-flowing with clothes

A pile that’s a testament to my style!!!

Clothes from today, from yesterday

Clothes from God knows when!!!

A pile that’s been there for so long

I think it was there when I moved in!!

Wash and wash till my hands go numb

Wash till my palms go dry!

The pile never seems to diminish a whit

No matter how hard I try!!! 😦

It sits like a king in the middle of my room

Occupying more space than I do!

The pile: an ode to my tawdriness

My room wouldn’t feel the same without you!!! 🙂

Namrata Iyer (MCBL)

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Contest II Winner: Writing Humor…

Writing humor

is not my cuppa chai.

But when editor insists,

I say not ‘no’,

and let the mind’s thoughts

take a morning plough.

Though madness

is my regular fare;

Jokes never could I

narrate with flair,

Wit in my bag

I handle with care.

Ogden Nash

is my hero..

Wodehouse..where are thou?

Gags of laughter,

Stand up comedy,

Music and flowing parody..

Humor finds a place in all..

A smile, a word, a face, a mall…

While my quest

for the funny bone..

is serious and not just jest..

One thing I know for sure

Learn to laugh at thyself..

then proclaim to the world

your humor trophy on the shelf.

Madhurima Das (MGMT)

In ‘His’ Society

Her ‘mother’ blessed her

For the wonderful day

And ‘She’ marched ahead

Climbed the lofty height

Where no men could reach

And sprinkled the euphoria

With her sacred beam

Whilst,

With his own rules, he created

He woke up late!

With no sign of sigh

Proud, he stands

With an attitude “

‘Man of himself’

He made his own day!

[Juxtaposed!]

He made his nights,

Drenched it with liquors

But still, pompously

He reaches home,

Safe!

Despite the thirst,

For a single drop of water,

She runs to home,

Before the darkness engulfs the city

But she never returns!

The blossom of future, thus

Plucked down-

Crumples on the dust

And disappears-

Society claps,

The bees, hence, rewarded!

For, you are in

No-women-land!

Build your own shelter

For your own safety

Beware Women!

Unfortunately,

You are in ‘his’ society!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel (CES)

The Little Balloon

Freed from its shackle
The Little Balloon Rose Up
Till the roof where it got stuck
A little bang here A little bang there
the little Balloon did try
To escape the roof it had struck
Little while later the roof did part………
Off rose the Balloon High Up!
(How did the roof part?
A thought not thought)

With Pride it Flew
The merrier it grew
The higher it flew
The shackles, the roof
The weaker the memory of these that grew
The stronger the turmoil within it grew
The higher it flew
The bigger it grew
Stretched beyond itself
It prayed for respite
Not one in sight
It broke into pieces – a hundred at a glance

Some say it was the helium
Some say it was the life

 Shreya M. Ankolekar (MBU)


U in U

Confidence in heart,
Makes man smart.
It all starts the moment your tort,
All the strains & pains,
Trains you.
Every spell may kill,
Never be mum,
say sound.
Stay away from stray,
Be in your way,
never on others tray.
At your will, do well.
At the end,
what u would find,
Is another u,
Wound within u !

R.Sri Muthu Mrinalini
(ISU)

Bliss

I never expect you
Yet I encounter you often
The aura that I feel near you
Is of heavenly bliss to me
I honestly cannot say
If it is sheer fortune
That I get to see you often
Or that you also wish to see me
I imagine always that
The latter be the truth
That the ardent love of mine
Is equally felt by you
But you are unpredictable too
Sometimes I feel you to be
An intricate puzzle which
I might have misinterpreted
I hope to solve the enigma
To get an answer that
Will keep me in bliss always
As I would be in presence of you!!

Abhijit K
(EE)

The Journey

Yonder stood a silent road
had I reasons to ponder-
yet took the road in a pensive mood
The red clay forked Into dual way-
one looked Greener-
the other looked much Greener-
or one Bluish; Other more bluish
Both Illusions- capished I
Life is One- and Choice is mine

Fleeing Wings;
on the brinks
Ballsed up;
near the horizon
To pick either
the Greener or the much Greener
Or seemingly Greener- Unto now;
“Everything leads to Green”Said a voice-
turned I With an air of suspicion
to have seen me talking
to a person called “Intuition”

Ayes! Intuition was right –
and I went down straight
from the woods came thunder
stopped I for a while
Before taking up the next mile
“Hey Trespasser”! was the call
While I encountered a tall pal;
“Who are you?” enquired I
And waited for the stranger’s cry !!! ……

Bharathi Rajeswaran (MRC)

The Canvas

I picked up
“The brush”
To paint the life

Unlike you,
I thought to coat
Blue-for the tears
Red-for the pains
Black-for the fear
White-for the rains

Glittering days
Gloomy nights
Fading Prays
Ruthless fights

Astounded again
Felt the discomfort
Lost!
In the tapestry of threads!

Floating in the colors
I saw
Sky that roars
Drizzles often!

Soaked!

The ripples of thoughts
Turbulent!

Drifted- I was,
To the shore
The bogus grasses-fake green
Of hallucination!

I yelled!

“Don’t tell me
Roses are Red
White calms the peace
Black is the devil!”

Perplexed- I was,
What I perceive is
that what I see
Red for you, is
Black for me!

The canvas-hence
remained ‘Untouched’!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
The canvas-my mind
Dedicated to my agony…
Sanjeeta sharma pokharel “Hridayaninadini’ at 8:04 AM

Photo credits :

YOU

Beauty has never been this beautiful
Life had never seen some one so graceful.
What you are I have doubts,
As no human can ever be this……………
Had heard the stories of Cinderella, Rapunzel and Snow White,
Never believed these stories to be right,
But thanks to you,
{For retrieving me from those dungeons of ignorance}.
Now the doubts I have is few.
Had Shakespeare ever seen you,
Ophelia, Miranda and Juliet would have been laid waste,
The daffodils would never have blossomed,
And the Solitary Reaper would still be at rest.
Your moon like face run over by the strands of hair,
The enchanting smile, like a stream carrying young drops of rain is so rare.
You are like the shining sun,
The cause of seasons, rainbow, night and other beautiful phenomenon.
Lucky for me to have these mesmerizing sights in share
Anyone else be like you!! The Gods won’t dare.
Whenever you stand among the crowd
Though protected, still radiating from your shroud
Thunder bolting with every smile of yours
Making it life’s greatest paradox.
Looking at you makes my heart think of the monsoon winds
which are always generous and kind,
But thinking about the days of drought,
Leaves me in a painful distraught.
The day I will be with you, I know would never come
But my feelings for you is like a radioactive reaction that can’t be undone.
Whenever I close my eyes, I just see your beautiful face
Never have I seen some one with such grace,
Sometimes I wish I could go and tell you this
But dare not I go through that test.

Suraj Kumar Das
(MATERIALS)

Diluted…

I , hereby , dedicate this part of my imagination to the World where everything gets diluted….

Concentrated Ambiance
Pulls You
to get diluted
with the air
that faintly cross
the hills
Ripples the Pond
and
Get mixed up with the soil

The emotions within You
Will get diluted
when those tears
washes your eye-lashes
& topples down on the letter..
Your words
hence
Diluted……

When the massive crowds
cries for You
You , Alone and
The swarm of Heads
Applauding hands
Brave , you stand
Head high
Your Fear
hence
diluted…

When You are resting your body
On the death bed
You smile
the World drops their hearts
You are
Perishable
and
Finally,
Your smile , Diluted

World mourns !!!
and
It’s the truth!!!
God has
His own ratio
To dilute
You and the Space
its
Zero is to two ratio
Where
Your Normality seldom matters
Your creed seldom matters
Your possession seldom matters……
After all,
You are meant to be
Diluted..!!!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
Time: 12:05 pm-2nd April, 2011
Saturday,Me and My works around
Mitrapark , Kathmandu,Nepal
Accompanied by
Pen , Diary and Laptop
and A heart
Which is diluted..!!!