Posted on March 31, 2008 by gautami tripathy
Ride the Monday Poetry train too…
after three days of being in coma, his soul left his earthly body
pain, what is it?
what of it?
very difficult to explain when you are in a numbed state
a living breathing person becomes just a body
in split of a second
beyond anyone’s control
got him home for his final journey
to the abode wherever [...]
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Posted on March 31, 2008 by gautami tripathy
Ride the Monday Poetry train too…
after three days of being in coma, his soul left his earthly body
pain, what is it?
what of it?
very difficult to explain when you are in a numbed state
a living breathing person becomes just a body
in split of a second
beyond anyone’s control
got him home for his final journey
to the abode wherever [...]
Filed under: monday poetry train, prose poetry, read write poem | 19 Comments »
Posted on March 30, 2008 by gautami tripathy
on crumpled piece of paper with a crayon, I sketch you- no adornment in your ears, eyes filled with laughter- your hair pushed behind [...]
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Posted on March 30, 2008 by gautami tripathy
on crumpled piece of paper with a crayon, I sketch you- no adornment in your ears, eyes filled with laughter- your hair pushed behind [...]
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Posted on March 29, 2008 by gautami tripathy
in the planetary positions, strategically placedalong with suns, stars, moons-you are born to a cancerian motherand a piscean father,surprisingly you are a goat.
you roam the world with a wordly gleewhich belies you infancy,standing amidst the human debrisof cola tin cans, candy wrappers, plastic garbageyou survey the world with a disdained stare
you escaped selling your soul [...]
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Posted on March 29, 2008 by gautami tripathy
in the planetary positions, strategically placedalong with suns, stars, moons-you are born to a cancerian motherand a piscean father,surprisingly you are a goat.
you roam the world with a wordly gleewhich belies you infancy,standing amidst the human debrisof cola tin cans, candy wrappers, plastic garbageyou survey the world with a disdained stare
you escaped selling your soul [...]
Filed under: free verse, poetry, sunday scribblings | 27 Comments »
Posted on March 28, 2008 by gautami tripathy
red slit skirt, silver slinky topcomplementedher ebony complexionstiletto heels, dangling earringscompletedher outfitash grey strand of pearlsadornedher slender neckher shiny hair fell around herin sleek linesshimmering with lightkohl rimmed eyesfilled with allureshe stood in a cornernursing a drink
when he moved towards her directionshe stood her ground,her expressionsnot giving an inch,although each hairon her body recognised himand [...]
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Posted on March 28, 2008 by gautami tripathy
red slit skirt, silver slinky topcomplementedher ebony complexionstiletto heels, dangling earringscompletedher outfitash grey strand of pearlsadornedher slender neckher shiny hair fell around herin sleek linesshimmering with lightkohl rimmed eyesfilled with allureshe stood in a cornernursing a drink
when he moved towards her directionshe stood her ground,her expressionsnot giving an inch,although each hairon her body recognised himand [...]
Filed under: Writers Island | Leave a Comment »
Posted on March 28, 2008 by gautami tripathy
red slit skirt, silver slinky topcomplementedher ebony complexionstiletto heels, dangling earringscompletedher outfitash grey strand of pearlsadornedher slender neckher shiny hair fell around herin sleek linesshimmering with lightkohl rimmed eyesfilled with allureshe stood in a cornernursing a drink
when he moved towards her directionshe stood her ground,her expressionsnot giving an inch,although each hairon her body recognised himand [...]
Filed under: Writers Island | 31 Comments »
Posted on March 27, 2008 by gautami tripathy
In that eerie night, moonless and scarylake reflected the dark sky, like a tapered glassI could hear the scary sounds of rustlingmoss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies, These tiny, humble, wordless things — how shall they tell us lies?What had made me come here in the first placewalking through a [...]
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