Poem – ‘The Golden Age’: Kanwarinder

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THE GOLDEN AGE

By KANWARINDER SINGH RANA

AGE is a CLOCK and LIFE is a MAZE.

WATER & MUD have a LIVE-IN relation,

Just as the NIGHTS with the DAYZ.

 

Born as INFANTS, Use to drink MILK and PISS in my PAINTS.

CUDDLE next to my MAMA’s breast, FEARLESS when in DAD’s arms,

Cried for a while then lil rest, like a SWEET kiddo always CALM.

WAS THAT A GOLDEN AGE???

 

Being a TODDLER kept everyone on their TOES,

Glass, metal, open doors were my FOES.

WORDS were new and charged with ENERGY,

An APPLE of everybody’s EYE formed my own CLERGY.

WAS THAT A GOLDEN AGE???

 

RHYMES & FAIRY TALES took me to another WORLD,

Twinkle Twinkle lil stars OR Humpty Dumpty never forgotten even a single WORD.

SMART wonders use to ROAR like THUNDERS, SWEET chirping of the lil BIRDS,

Use to move together while making a HERD.

WAS THAT THE GOLDEN AGE???

 

Age of PUBERTY brought some XCITEMENT,Felt new changes and did many XPERIMENT.

Voice becam HUSKY,Dreams became LUSTY,many liked TALL,few liked BUSTY.

Forgot the HISTORY, CHEMISTRY was a MYSTERY.

Rectangle – Triangle tried every ANGLE,BIOLOGY never truned out to be +ve IDEOLOGY.

WAS THAT THE GOLDEN AGE???

 

Copy in the back of the JEAN & borrowed pen was a part of daily LIFE,

College was FAR therefore DAD bought a new BIKE.

STUDIED hard brought FAMILY a good NAME,

Did a FUCKUP got hurt in the dirty GAME.

Was TAUGHT,”Good & Bad goes side by side”,

But to achieve SUCCESS u don’t need a DEGREE but a VISION that TOO WIDE.

WAS THAT THE GOLDEN AGE???

 

JOB plays and important ROLE,Helps FULFILL the LIFE’s GOAL.

HANDSOME salary & HEART THROBBING life partner is everybody’s DREAM,

And only a FOOL will miss this mouth watering CAKE with lots of CREAM.

OPPOSITE partner is always addressed as BETTER half & often leaves behind a SPECIAL MARK,

XCEPTIONAL cases are always there,SOME gets to BEND from a STRAIGHT line to a PERFECT ARC.

SHOULD THAT B COUNTED AS GOLDEN AGE!!!

 

A TIME will come when the LIGHT will be dimmed from this STAR,

And NECTAR will all be gone from this FLOWER.

FATE is WRITTEN & STAGE will be SET,

Have to finish the JOURNEY with watever is LFET.

LEAVING all the GRUDGES and CARRYING no RAGE,

I WONDER if that could be THE GOLDEN AGE.

 

Poem – ‘Love Song of Journey Man’: Vihang A. Naik

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LOVE SONG OF A JOURNEY MAN

By VIHANG A. NAIK

Your upholding

down-

ward

look.

 

Dimpled shyness,

warmer breath.

 

Transparent eyes.

 

Flickering flames.

 

Ankle play.

 

I’d then begun

to hear wings

 

in empty spaces.

A song

 

in the desert

of my heart.

 

A first journey.

Poem – ‘Dawn to Dusk’: Priyanka Dey

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DAWN TO DUSK

PRIYANKA DEY

Together we started walking
on this life’s course.
You pushed me on,my guide,
my driving force.
You made me find my smile
when my heart was melancholy.
You made me see the purity
in a world that was unholy.
When I was too scared to dream
you gave me the confidence.
You made me love my true self
and helped me shed my pretence.
When I wanted to cry
you were there with your shoulder to lend.
You have been the anchor in my life.
My philosopher, my friend.
And walking together hand in hand
I don’t know when I crossed the line.
I fell in love with my best friend.
Naturally, without any design.
Now that I am aware of how I feel
I don’t know what to do.
Do I tell you of my serendipity?
Or do I go on quietly loving you?
I will leave it up to you to discern~
Why I am aglow when you enter the room.
Why, when you near,
everything I am, bursts into a bloom.
I will let you see for yourself
how you have changed me.
How though I existed till now,
your love has made me live completely.
How your presence makes me absolute,
how your nearness makes me whole.
And no matter how long
you take to see my love,
you will always have
The undying devotion of this soul.

Poem – ‘Mystical Angel’: Vittaldas Prabhu

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MYSTICAL ANGEL

By VITTALDAS PRABHU

 

An Angel was born yet again,
One that had left, Had reigned pain,
To lift the burden of unforgivingness,
Had this beautiful Angel come to bless.

Her dear ones held her high,
Life had thrived that was once wry,
A new meaning had souls found,
Happiness and Joy in Hearts abound.

A heart so sweet that gave them strength,
They found it all and wanted no wealth,
They offered their breaths to life’s extent,
So the Angel could find nothing to vent.

Almighty’s bundle of Joy was this Angel,
Impossible for him to part with such a treasure,
Enough of waving the Happy Wand, He said,
Singing a lullaby to His Angel, “Get to bed”.

Day had cried, the Clouds had shed,
Weary eyes had turned watery red,
No way will the lives find a new light,
The Sun has decided to never shine bright.

Poem – ‘Death’: Yaseen Anwer

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DEATH

By YASEEN ANWER

‘O’ what a feeling death

All have to walk this path

Everyone know he is to die

None but god can say why.

 

Mention is in heaven

Home of all good men and women

No one knows when he is to die

Can’t even if they try.

 

Time of death can’t be delayed

Be it a king, queen or a maid

Death comes to everyone

Taking lives of everyone

Death, death, o what a feeling…

 

*This poem was written by the poet in the year 2004 at the age of thirteen.