Sunday, 24 March 2013

Amateur Poetry Series #3


VOILET NIGHT

By Poornima Katyal

A hue of shade entered the darkness,
Measuring the depth of sulkiness,
Why is night so dark, so blue?
With a sigh of relief the happiness flew.

The morning considered a ray of hope,
Why are you taken as a hint of dope?
You bring so much beauty and affection;
But mortals feel to give no attention.

Instead they prefer to sopor and wait for sunshine to pour;
Naives are they, for they don't know,
Your comrade moon ignites from sun,
Sun is never gone when moon stays on.

Hey voilet night! shine like a princess in the moon light,
Diffuse your conjuration with hopeful insight,
That someday hopers find your magic beneath the stars,
They will know that you shine instead of the scar.

The sense modality is enriched with the dawn,
The romanticised feelings twaddle the song,
Heart is healed, for the charm you play,
Faith in you is sealed, for the calmness you display.

A sense of warmth, I find in your cover,
A silence more than ever ;
My soul stirs to the loneliness I feel,
Because its the most amourous hideaway I seek.

A vacation of whim takes over me,
Fantasizing about the future I see;
Your peace is pretty as ever,
An awakening from slumber.

The charm you withhold, enamours me,
Laying on cot I keep wondering;
Your intrinsical patience , is worth applauding,
Your mavens keep glistening without sinking.

Voilet night! keep enchanting and evading me with your mystery,
To make me desire you more and more.


Amateur Poetry Series #2


The unturned page of confessions…….

Come closer and see what I feel for you
That I never felt before
Waiting like a nymph for your shivering touch
To learn the meaning of true love
Mellifluous is your voice to my ears
You enter my heart with soft leers
Touch my lips as a gentle pear
You hold me firmly and stare in the eyes
Making me forget the misery stories
Causing me to believe in untouched memoirs
The mesmerizing scent of your soul divine
Smells like heaven, oh! it feels so pure
The stroke of your luscious lips on my neck
That clinch of the fist, that mellow roar
I think for a while, I'll fall from grace
Until you caress and snuggle me over
I feel my glass has fallen for you
I know, I want you for now
May be I want your touch forever
I feel like a slave to your love
I've lost it all, I just have your flavour
Let me rule over your body and brain
Let me be your soft white feather
I'll march through your lane of love
With silent lucidity, holding your hand
Holding it tight, holding it forever
Words are only words I agree
But eyes don't lie, neither do tears
I know I want you bad enough
Please come to me
Or dry these tears...

Amateur Poetry Series #1


A Sinless Joy!!!

In simplicity lies serenity,
In chasteness lies beauty,
The calmness of the sky made me wonder,
Why are we so afraid of silence?

It’s so beautiful sitting by the corner of the road,
Seeing people come and go,
The stars waving hi and the moon passing by,
I never felt the way I did.

Thank you for everything,
For the sane and the insane things,
For the evening full of placidity, the night sated with gratification,
I felt the peace like never before.

The sweetness of partaking, the fragrance of innocence,
I enjoyed to the core, with all my heart and all my soul,
The way you reckoned me;
And deciphered my utters.

All I could think was, “what a silent suffer!”
The waves of pain got lower;
The demented life became so sober,
Oh! It was so good to be alone but together in that crowded place.

A delicious dessert and a delightful treat,
I can never bring it back nor can I make it that sweet,
The moments are momentous, they pass away,
But memories are sublime, as they always stay.


Tuesday, 12 March 2013

#longhailnirbhaya

so the govt. thought of naming the fund for girl child/woman safety as NIRBHAYA fund. should the girl up there be happy that she has ignited the fire in people to change the game and initiated a measure of gender senstivity; or sad for not making it to a prolonged happy life.