Sweet summer long the honeybees, the honey-combs get big bigger as the sweet sun sing songs And the floral fence with fragrance of blue bells play the bugle of life as happily as the fog fall Sweet summer Sweet summer Come along Maidens merry Marigold pomp Cascading cascades make music with misty morn The distant …
SOULFUL SOUL
My soul soulful soar up the thin air Between the layers of rainbow and rhyme The pair of blue-belly-butterflies partake in the fancy flight Where the ray of the afternoon sunshine fall at a slant by the corner of the cobble-stoned-paradise O Why I live And then why do I die Extra-marital relationships rekindle my …
LOVER
Lover O lover of my lover O my blue bell blue Treat her gentle Kiss her two Once by the bank of Ganges Twice below the bough of view Lover of my lover How do you do Have you come here to take part in the show Please have a seat The show is about …
LOVE POEM COMPETITION ENTRIES
ENTRY – 1 Dedicated to: “Someone who’s like a guy friend or a best friend”. Ballarat By Anika Karim Service to sever And dismember; To disremember you Who live within me Nestless in my restless lore Of yesteryear… To delirious highs Of solemn castrati harmonizing civilizations, This story cares naught for thirsty stratospheres Or greedy …
GOD
God is my witness He is my ride I’m his vessel He is my Ocean wide He is my Savior He is my Shrine I’m his lost sheep Lost in the wilderness of shame and surprise God is my witness I’m his tide He makes waves ebb and rise He makes dream, darkness, and sunlight …
A BLUE BIRD
A blue bird sings by the bank of the Seine The sonorous soundless silent silk she takes of off her beauteous buxom sensuous fairy body very gently and very cautiously to take a bath in the moonlit rill Where lily and lotus play with the ripples sweet serene The beauty beat The beauty breathe My …
THE SUPERMARKET CHRONICLES
by Qazi Mustabeen Noor Let’s get this straight; shopping is something we all despise. No, I’m not talking about getting things the average teenager could actually die for, say books, games or makeup. It’s really the sound of groceries that makes the hottest fashionista cum shopaholics cringe. But when mother dear unleashes her emotional blackmail and subsequent …
READING ON A DIFFERENT SITA (PART I)
An event of “Reading on A Different Sita” held on 28th June 2012.
READING ON A DIFFERENT SITA (PART II)
STRANGER
STRANGER A strange strangeness hang in the still air Still tree-tops steal subtly some starry flair Who’s there hiding to take me in the dead-man’s lair I cannot hide anywhere I see Him everywhere The strangeness silently stab me with its steel spear O sadness O despair O delight O decadence O daredevil devious drive …
