The chill of last winter is still in their bones, Their very souls froze at a brush of the cold stones, The fire in their hearth burned strong and bright , Yet against the chill of the heart, it provided no respite, For the winter’s chill was not due to the freezing winds alone, It […]
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Last Winter
Posted: 10th December 2010 by aseem.ace in PoemsTags: child, chill, coalesce, despair, Fire, grief, heal, hope, Last winter, life, loss, misery, nature, souls, stones, tears, winds, winter
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Nature
Posted: 8th December 2010 by aseem.ace in PoemsTags: beseech, blues, century, change, detach, Earth, god, hues, infinite, life, miles, nature, oneness, poem
As the miles roll by and I see Earth’s various hues, As the downpour washes away my blues, I feel raw as a newborn child, All the rough edges i have gathered smoothened and my temper rendered mild, I beseech life then to let me be but an observer of its mosaic shades, To let […]
I have a Dream
Posted: 1st December 2010 by Aditya Mahajan in Poems, ThoughtsTags: dream, dreams, life, thoughts
I dream about the Tulip Flowers; I dream about the lovely rain showers; I dream about really fast cars; I dream about a world with no wars; I dream about a moon without the scars; I dream many dreams, my dreams are limitless But, do I realize, a lifetime is a time very less. Dreams […]
Folk poem
Posted: 29th November 2010 by aseem.ace in PoemsTags: blind man, dead boys, folk poetry, nonsense verse, one fine day, oxymoron, poem
One bright day in the middle of the night, Two dead boys got up to fight. Back-to-back they faced one another, Drew their swords and shot each other. One was blind and the other couldn’t see, So they chose a dummy for a referee. A blind man went to see fair play, A dumb man […]
THE BEAUTIFUL ANGER
Posted: 28th November 2010 by aseem.ace in PoemsTags: hands on her hips, love, love of his life, memories, poetry, reminiscence, romantic
She stood there with her nose crinkled and her hands on her hips, Anger seemingly flowing out through her fingertips, Her tongue lashing him with the fury of a storm unabating , Angry or while sleeping? When did she seem more beautiful he with himself kept debating, She threw small objects at him to break […]