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Achievement- 66 poems and haiku are accepted or published by Indian and international publishers since June 2013,.they are, Tajmahal review, Camel Saloon Blog Spot, E-pao.Net, Dead Snake Blog Spot, Down in the Dirt, Poetic Monthly Magazine, Poems and Poetry Blog Spot, Poetry 24 Blog Spot, Long Story Short , Gean Tree Haiku Journal, My Word Wizard, and A Handful of Stones , Kalkion, ,Verse Engine and The Apple Tree.
An
instance of divinity
Divinity –an unanswered
inquisitiveness-
makes a theist mad in
quest of a little hint
or an instance of
extra-ordinary feature,
capable of resolving the
mystery of existence
of a power- supernatural
and super-normal,
building a faith to
surrender everything-
pains and gains, to His
safe-custody.
Indeed, cuckoo sings
always in the flock of crows
and the record of common
incidences may be added
and embellished by a
celestial incident
as the amazing incident
of a Vietnamese citizen,
compelling the atheists
to stand in front of mirror.
A poor Vietnamese
citizen---
a victim of self
devastative civil war,
an ill-lucky witness of
the merciless killing
of his own beautiful wife
and affectionate sons,
sneaked to the depth of
the nearest jungle
along with his one year
old baby son
and disappeared therein
mysteriously .
The stony world remained
busy
in moving towards selfish
destination
and the tragedy of the
Vietnamese citizen
and the others were simply
forgotten.
Nevertheless, fantastic
was the God’s wish,
as the Vietnamese was
rescued along with his son alive
after passing of long
forty years, wherein
human- surviving, indeed,
seemed to be impossible,
yet they were found safe
and sound,
as a miraculous power
guarded and saved their lives.
Soul-blooming incidence it
is for mankind,
quite influential and
inspirational miracle-
as an atheist witnesses,
perceives and realises
the presence of divinity-
a super power and the roll -
it plays in each and every
moment of our lives
and bows down to his
super-natural power.
It is just another
coating of paint,
embellishing the
universal belief of a God fearing
‘’Never be killed who
is saved by God
And never be saved who is
killed by God’’.
Go
To Hell
The shameless face of
yours
ought not to face that of
mine
as irritating it is now to
my open eyes,
scaring to my broken heart
and disturbing to my weak
soul.
Let your lips be refrained
from
uttering the common words
to me,
‘’I love you’’,
as just before entering
the Hell,
I perceive the injurious
destination
of your tom boy’s game
of love.
Indeed, a fucking machine
you are-
nothing more than that
except an owner of animal-
instincts.
Your lustful scanning eyes
are monotonous
to my juicy lips and eyes,
senseless to my tits and
curves
and worthless to my pussy
and so on.
But unmindful you are to
my
melodious tune-
reverberated inside my lips,
a colourful dreamland-
built beneath my blue
eyes,
an emotional young heart
beneath my bashful breasts
and soft and sweet
offspring of tomorrow
beneath my pussy.
Ought not to blow hot air
in my ear
and expect lascivious
expansion
of my limbs favourable to
you
in meeting your lustful
passion,
In the name of
and for the sake of
so-called love.
Now I am quite cautious
and contracted too
to your desirous longing
for swimming
on my sacred lake of
love,
well recognized you are-
an Imp- a disciple of the
Devil,
hence, leave me alone and
go to Hell.
My
Girl Friend
Tumultuous was the last
evening,
my vital life was cheerful
in obtaining
seventeen candles only to
put off,
A bunch of hilarious
hearts to add to
the garland of my sweet
memory
and a silent and
surprising
beckon of an enchanting
pair of eyes-
belonged to my girl friend
–Pamela,
my best friend , not more
than that.
A babbler she has been in
general
but mysteriously mum she
was in that evening
as something wrong in the
ongoing party.
Hence my obligation was
instant
to take her in a lonely
and dark corner,
circumscribed her
affectionately with
some formal questions
relating to her
unprecedented role in the
party,
but my inquisitiveness was
unanswered.
A tiny smile appeared on
her lips
and made me happy to push
her to the hall
where all were quite
blissful in dancing.
‘’W-a-i-t’’ her
lips trembled but uttered,
she took my hand in her
shivering hand
and looked at the floor
where she was engraving an
unknown picture
on the tiles with her
pointed shoe.
My second round of
inquisitiveness
rushed to her,
made her lips quivering
and at last opened these
up to pronounce
three most popular words
‘’I love You’’ by
embracing me.
Surprised I was to her
unexpected change,
amazed at wave of her
pleasant emotion-
that had been bubbling up
from her heart to lips,
made her different
throughout the evening
and gifted me a beautiful
tomorrow too.
Ensnared I was finally to
admit her love
with a passionate kiss on
her juicy lips.
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