"कलम- The Pen Brood"
For since an eon, our family tree has acted together with the homo sapiens,
Our evolution began from merely, feather and ink, to Parkers, and Berkeley's held together at man's cufflink.

Such were the hours of 1930 when some human cleped László Bíró, fabricated our great descendant, uncle ballpoint;
And since then, amongst colors of the rainbow, our family and the humans are conjoint.

Such is our bond with this species,
Irrespective of caste or creed among any of them,
We, in every one of their pockets, own spaces alike harem.

The mortals funny, but are indeed a violent race,
For with pages some of them have signed with our blood;
We`ve witnessed scary massacres, leaving us in all in disgrace.

Having knowledge about the habits of man,
We could never grizzle to them.
For, some would keep us with dignity, while some realizing our importance only at the conclusions of their plan.

Amidst many, with some, we pen were known to have formed such an especial bond,
Those souls were known to have won the hearts of millions with just their writing of pen,
With men like these, humanity and the pen ancestry were never conned.

People, a few betwixt many,
People for whom associates were only hard work with thy clique of pen and paper,
Such, to the world, were known, be it whether by the name Missile Man or Swar Kokila, magnificent was their milestone.

We pen, have never boasted about our strength,
While many, have also contrasted us some mighty swords;
No matter how sharper the blade be, for wiser are the ones who always choose a pen, for a somewhat satisfactory consequence.

Such are the chronicles of the pen, apropos every persona trait of these earthlings;
For their stories behold qualities like grit, curiosity, optimism, and gratitude.
Some are already apprised, while many are yet to be told!
#review #poetryonpen

#review #cat #poetry

BEGUILING BEAUTY

Curls upon her forehead,
earrings dangling and
kissing her collarbones.

I see a woman glorifying
a red dress she's worn.
Her eyes....fierce
like the oceanic waves.
I fell for her smile which spread on her face as her eyes met my gaze!

I see her coming towards me!!!
My heartbeats fasten suddenly!!!!

She smelled like Jasmine...
And beautiful things I could imagine!

She introduces herself as "Maya".
For the next few moments...
I was allured by her eyes;
her lips which curved into a smile.


THEN...

I heard her last word "goodbye"...
For she vanished in the sparkle of a second!!!
And I was left captivated by her BEAUTIFUL LIES
because...

SHE STOLE MY PURSE!!!!

As well as my heart
for awhile...

#review #pj #poetry
There was a vendor selling beautiful balloons,
My heart stopped there at the red ones,
Which were shining beautiful at noon.
I bought seven of them,
Holding the smooth thread hem,
I let it fly high in the sky.
Now not my heart but was my mind,
that stopped on an old haunting memory,
Where my beautiful pleated skirt was stained red,
Boys in reaction were teasing coming ahead.
To an escape to this memory,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Then and there my eyes caught a sight,
The guy and the girl so engrossed in their love, in light,
It made me remember the day,
He gave me red rose,
My smile was genuine,
and not fake, for I forgot to pose.
Sweet it was, but again to an escape
Again, for the second time,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Two souls together that denoted love,
could no longer wait to meet,
so eager and lost in each other,
so desperate to touch each other,
He was running towards me,
My eyes couldn't deny the sight to see,
And he was just there,
but met a car before me and see,
Now he is nowhere.
I couldn't touch him,
But his red blood made it's way to my white laced dress,
I couldn't get anything, everything including my heart was a mess.
And...
I popped the third balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Down the memory lane,
Came another red day,
All over, red flowers were festooned,
matching with the bride's gown.
I was 21 and forced to marry,
whole life, against my will,
I had a relationship to carry.
It was fun popping the fourth balloon,
I wish I don't get to see that face again in my dream soon,
B'cuz this was not the end.
After the marriage day, there came the wedding night,
and he forcefully imposed his manliness in dim light.
Not once, not twice, not thrice,
but it became something that happened his moodwise.
I can't continue thinking about the red marks on my body,
So, I pop the fifth balloon,
and keep waking.
And there finally came a day,
wherein again the red colour was spilled all over,
my wrist had a cut, that i was tryna cover,
Don't know when, I lost all my senses,
whatever happened next, I can't remember the Instances.
Dreadful it was, but I am alive,
Coz God loved me upto gallons.
I popped one of the last balloons,
and kept walking under the left one.
My heart was collapsing,
I wanted to die,
Since, there was nowhere my freedom to buy ,
I was walking and am walking,
and have crossed miles from that cage,
Red I fear : gone are the days.
Red I love are the days,
Self love, it is.
It's dark now, I can see the moon,
but this time, I know I'll see the light soon.
So, the last balloon,
No I didn't pop this time,
I let it free,
It fly so high,
That no longer I can see.

#review #lazypen #poetry
As far as the road takes
Up until the road fades
Oh my love I will accompany you
Till the trails of moon left us
As the setting of sun bereave thus
Oh my love
I can follow you
Hissing bees
Stinking alleys
Haunted Houses
Striking light
Dull bright
Dry drain
Glorious pain
Hurrying lane
Lone cane
Forged myth
Carved beneath
Love thy lover
Thou shall succeed
Oh my love...
Abandon me not
Nay will I

#review #pj #poet_anyhow
Imagine,
Just imagine wings with no bird to fly,
Imagine pain, but no tears to cry.
Imagine thorns, but no roses to look divine,
Imagine sky with no stars to shine.
Imagine river with no water to flow,
Imagine night with no firefly to glow.
Imagine beauty, but no moon,
Imagine bane, but no boon.
That is how you can imagine,
Me without dreams,
All you can hear is about my parted dreams, and my screams.
The dreams that turned into ruins,
Are forgotten like all the sins.
I believe those dreams were not the ones to begin with,
Though I tried to fulfill it bit by bit,
I believe I was lost in bitter sleep,
I believe the one I've lost,
Was defeat in the form of victory.
I believe I will dream again,
And this time, I won't let it go,
without creating a history!

HAVING A FRIEND IS ALL WE NEED
My journey through life has been mostly alone
and I have gotten used to that way of living, insofar
I never had too many friends, although
sometimes I have told myself, in the
silence of the night, under the brightness
of the stars that it wouldn't be bad to have
a friend with whom I could share my
deepest feelings and boldest dreams.

I believe that nothing comes to us by chance,
as much as it might seem like fate, the
Universe always conspires in my favor, and
once more, it didn't disappoint me. I have
been graced with a gorgeous gift. I simply
won a very special friend. She is sensitive
and intelligent and her name dates back
to the Flavian dynasty of the Roman Empire.

She has the mind of the queens, and at first
seems really self-conscious and strong,
but inside her armored suit, she hides a warm
and passionate heart. Her many talents and
natural abilities make her sought-after as a leader.
Indeed, she is a very trustworthy friend and the
best anyone could ever have. Always ready to
support and understand my weaknesses and needs.

What else could I say? She is good-natured and
affectionate. Cares a lot about family and has the
desire to understand and help others. This brave
and bound incredible person is the one I have the
pleasure to say that she is my friend. Besides captivating
me, she has also won my heart and conquered a unique place in my life. Flavia, I love you and I am very grateful for accepting me into your life.

#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry

"The rise of Noble-Man"
Ahm!
What is our world up to?
Our river waters are envenomed. Our trees are denuded. The animals are maltreated. Our environment is tainted. With man, the biggest enemy to humankind. Women are perilous and unsound. Shall we not laugh at ourselves for peace is now nowhere to be found!
Yes, the world is in desperate need of a superhero. But this superhero is not someone with the power to fly and nevertheless wear a cape. This superhero is a belief. This superhero is the hope to man and its kind. This superhero is present within us all and sundry.
There were times unlike now when help was given to the needy without their benedictions. There were times when people were linked in a web of physical touch therebetween. There were times when solicitude was codified much above than the hurtles for money in this day and age. Rather than keeping this all in a photograph and make it all a memory, the world needs its Noble-man to bring back old times afresh.
This superhero of the new era, may either be a son, a daughter, a friend, a father, a mother, or anybody but a boon companion to humanity!
For, tis upon his shoulders to dispense amongst us, an aura of belief, certainty, and conviction. Such has to rise a noble-man within us all thatll help the world become a better place to live. Thatll help us to balance between every pro and con of our lives and make them a bit more meaningful and worthwhile for the bigger crowd as well.
Our social handles are filled with nothing but videos of animal cruelty, pollution aboard every element of the earth be it whether air, land, or water, and with women at treachery. Moreover, what we as a population pay heed to are reels of some romanticists or some meritless whirls and twirls. The deeds of the Noble-Man have to be such that he/she creates a cognizance about the chancy state of our very world. The Noble-man has to be the one to ignite a spark of good-will and fair-play within us people and nudge us all unceasingly, helping us to open our eyes and act for humanity.
The world was once in perfect equilibrium with both sides of a coin having equal importance. But now, the fire of humanity ignited by the spark of sympathy alongside empathy is experienced to be diminishing overcount. That glimmer of optimism will be bought back by our superhero Noble-Man. But, like every superhero, ours also has some negatives and villains standing by to overpower him. Such are the quirks of greed, envy, pride, anger, or lust infecting him with the wants of materialistic possessions.
The accompaniment of every superhero is their powers to fly, or super-human strength, or physical laser insights. Similar to these, the flavor enhancer to our Noble-Man is conscientiousness as his sword and good-will with the power to serve as his shield.
It ain`t obligatory for a human to have super-powers and perform extra-ordinarily in the labor of life to be called a super-hero. Uniformly, like our Noble-man, if one just lets humanity flourish within the self and enhances selflessness, and becomes generous and kind, then one has already acquired the superpower that billions of other people fail to understand and possess.
People, there is a superhero, a Noble-Man present within each one of us. All we need to do is realize and have faith.
#review #abreifonsuperhero

#review #poetry #cat

I sat by the fireplace.
It is freezing cold outside
and it's the hour of midnight.
I took out the dusty album
and in the little light of the cold fire,
I was ready to revive the memories.

The pictures were a bit faded
but contained people who once existed!
My eyes glowed at the old sepia photographs.


I turned the pages to see my beautiful wife.
Black and white was the picture
but I still remember the red saree she draped for me.
I went numb for a second
and was silenced.

I gazed at the fire
and it looked like the ashes of my wife.

My wife was indeed beautiful
but no more.
My album contained my youth
but my body was eighty years old.

I sighed and closed the album
because I didn't had the courage
to bring back the memories
that only made me cry.

My arms ache,
So do my 80 year old teeth,
Or atleast what remain of them ,
I seem to have misplaced my old valuable photo album
The one with my wives photos,
And suddenly, there it was!
Draped in a red Saree.
The colors hidden by the medium.
I see her face, along the way to the crematorium.
Atleast I am assured , not for the last time .
#review

The road gets more and more narrow, but i continue running. Running towards the light, hoping that it is the exit. Quick look-back : the dark absorbing everyhing behind. Swaying from one side to another and trying to control myself with hands. The gravity gets stronger, ankles weaker and hands lower.SLIP. The eternal falling ends with the flash light. Either a day has passed or I am still struggling on my book. I adore sleeping. The way you dive in the hugs of your own imagination. The way you build your own reality when you are exhausted of the reality of other's. #review

#kb_the_poet #review
In - The father in name

I spoke, left unheard
Nagged, embarrassed and disappointed
Such i did not know
Lessened

Would it kill him to listen
Would it to understand?

About him, mystery
To father or be one
I can't tell

In waters of hate
Grounds of rage
Our ties

Nevertheless
A father in name
Is one dead

To be honest, I'm amazed at so many things!
With a little good, of all kinds of bad things,
But I want to be satisfied with only one:
Act like that weary traveler today,
That tired of the roads:
It stops and breaks
And he does not look up or down
And it does not look back -
He looks tired aimlessly
And he sees what is under his feet.

And I now
That inconvenient
Traveling in the thick forest of bad things
Broken-tired:
I'm resting, refreshing,
Like him, I wonder involuntarily and lazily,
That - like a bird - a man is frightened by the right word,
And never from a false promise shot.
Like the moon, he jumps from the sun
And it shines from the cold flame of the fire ...

How about you?
Are you like me?

Eh, er, you are surprised at me ... #review

In the case you feel alone
Just close your eyes and feel
You're in my arms
He whispers every time when I need him

No matter God takes me from you
But I'm alwys here for you..
In your dreams in your ups and downs
To the dusk and down
To the sun and moon
I'm here for you
He whispers everytime when I need him.

Lata garg

#review

2050
#Abhijit #review
The soil is now a desert
The water is now a salty shallow sea
I had a home once at the coast
But now it is at the bottom of that shallow sea
Because it’s the year 2050
Now the tress are gone
Their roots remain laughing on our face for our stupidity
Now the air is black and we have a smog
Even breathing good air is now a commodity
Because it’s the year 2050
The humans are such that they stay in their virtual reality
In oblivious to its own anarchy
Humans are happy to be the cause of their own fatality
Because it’s the year 2050
Sometimes it’s hard to believe
The truth of the insanity
By which we are unaware
The mankind and humanity

Wake up, open your eyes
There is still time
Its December 2020

#megha #review

Life with wings.

You called me a doll
Custom made beautifully.
With bright clothes to put
And matching accessories.
And i..
Being a silly girl
Accepted it like a
Child earning for chocolate.
Little did i know that
Those bright clothes
Wd smother me once, for
It wd tighten the grip
As my body grew
And the matching accessories
Was all chains to
Hold me at place
Tightly with your grip.
The golden tint
Was a bright curtain
To blind my eyes
To the birds of this world.
Today..
When i took the sword
To cut down the
Shining Iron rods,
My flesh was cut
With blood oozing fresh
I can feel the pain.
But the road to freedom
Is never easy..
And i painted it with
Bright blood
Like a red silk
Shiner than those
Painted gold.
Now its time to walk towards
That inner paradise
Which you locked
With ur keyless lock,
And i...
With those thousand cuts
Wd run towards that secret doir
Either to die
Or to take a glance
At that secret garden with
White Lilies and red roses...

Life with wings.
#megha #review

You called me a doll
Custom made beautifully.
With bright clothes to put
And matching accessories.
And I..
Being a silly girl
Accepted it like a
Child earning for chocolate.
Little did I know that
Those bright clothes
Would smother me once, for
It would tighten the grip
As my body grew
And the matching accessories
Was all chains to
Hold me at place
Tightly with your grip.
The golden tint
Was a bright curtain
To blind my eyes
To the birds of this world.
Today..
When I took the sword
To cut down the
Shining Iron rods,
My flesh was cut
With blood oozing fresh
I can feel the pain.
But the road to freedom
Is never easy..
And I painted it with
Bright blood
Like a red silk
Shiner than those
Painted gold.
Now its time to walk towards
That inner paradise
Which you locked
With your keyless lock,
And I...
With those thousand cuts
Wd run towards that secret doir
Either to die
Or to take a glance
At that secret garden with
White Lilies and red roses...

WRITER'S DAY-DREAM

A writer is like a lonely seeker
who wanders boundlessly while
his imagination runs wildly
in an endless search for creativity
As the sages, the writer takes refuge
from the turmoil of the outside world
plunging into his imagination
to gaze upon his own deep thoughts.

A writer goes beyond the wildest dreams
imagining into the remote caves on
windswept and mist-shrouded mountains
to let the hours and minutes dribble away without concern.

The routine of a writer is as lonely as
a snow leopard in its free-living on the rocky
outcrops and sheer cliffs, wandering
aimlessly among the dead ends.

Always unflagging, despite the barriers along
the way, giving up is never an option. All that
really counts is to keep on going to cross the
wilderness of the ideas and reach the desired paradise.

#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry

Love..❤️

Are u the one who made my feelings grow..
When is see you I start to lose control..❤️

My heart starts beating faster..
When my love arises..❤️

Those feelings who are sleeping..
Open their eyes only for you..❤️

My heart saying..
To keep you always in front of me..❤️

Is it the love, everyone afraids of..
Or the love iam blessed of..❤️

#Trisha
#review
#poetry

Gods of earth
#megha #review

The heavenly messenger
Descended the earth
Once a fine day.
He walked through the streets
Watching the earthly beauties..
At a distance, he heard
The cries of people to god.
Not one.. but many did he heard.
But the gods were different
Nothing like that of his
Superiors back in heaven.
He went with the crowd
And saw a man
Dressed like a hermit.
The crowd prayed to him..
Cried to him..
Asked for guidance
And followed him
Like a flock of sheep.
The messenger astonished
Called out for justice.
Only to get stamped
By a flock of stupid sheep.
He went back, reported the case.
The heavenly aboard
Descended to earth
To punish the swindlers.
The gods and goddesses
Weren’t covered with gold and silk
Skin not fair and no perfect features,
They were mere shadows
to the naked eyes,
With no genders nor caste.
The gods on earth and their loyal followers
Despised the heavenly powers
Calling swindlers.
They lost the war…
And went back like a
Defeated group of
Crazy barbarians.

Somewhere far away…
a poet wrote,
“oh, mighty gods...
U sat there idle
Enjoying the celestial luxuries…
U dint know
The ship of earth
Sinking with swindlers…
And now…
You are useless as gods,
In fact… not gods anymore
But a group of
Lunatic formless shadows.

#review
#JOHNPAUL
#poetry
(You have to think of a love song in the background and read it... I wrote it that way soo... :)

Lets stop
being pretentious
coz it's xmas

I Miss
your brown skin
Your bright grin
Your sexy thin

I remember
Those lips...
that got sweeter with those unspoken words
those burning petals...
without quenching the thirst for a kiss

Yet we sit still
glancing each other
living in each other's eyes

The person I miss most
Will always be you
And No one else comes close

For this
My friends think I'm crazy
And I'm maybe
But it's for you baby

I was young
I was dumb

I Wish... I wish I could do it all again...

So this is me, not dreaming
My pride bowing
In front of you saying
let's go back waking up in each other's arms
And Let me lay close to you
Closer than darkness

-John Paul Benoy ©

There are Some seeds
that cry needs
in the soil
Of soul
Waiting for rain of love

There are candles of life...
inside every soul
that burn only when they experience love...

#megha #review

The heavenly messenger
Descended the earth
Once a fine day.
He walked through the streets
Watching the earthly beauties..
At a distance, he heard
The cries of people to god.
Not one.. but many did he heard.
But the gods were different
Nothing like that of his
Superiors back in heaven.
He went with the crowd
And saw a man
Dressed like a hermit.
The crowd prayed to him..
Cried to him..
Asked for guidance
And followed him
Like a flock of sheep.
The messenger astonished
Called out for justice.
Only to get stamped
By a flock of stupid sheep.
He went back, reported the case.
The heavenly aboard
Descended to earth
To punish the swindlers.
The gods and goddesses
Weren’t covered with gold and silk
Skin not fair and no perfect features,
They were mere shadows
to the naked eyes,
With no genders nor caste.
The gods on earth and their loyal followers
Despised the heavenly powers
Calling swindlers.
They lost the war…
And went back like a
Defeated group of
Crazy barbarians.

Somewhere far away…
a poet wrote,
“oh, mighty gods...
U sat there idle
Enjoying the celestial luxuries…
U dint know
The ship of earth
Sinking with swindlers…
And now…
You are useless as gods,
In fact… not gods anymore
But a group of
Lunatic formless shadows.